Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

"Okay," she agreed, reluctantly letting him go. Over his shoulder she could see Cynthia fidgeting in the doorway impatiently.

"Don't open the door to anybody but one of us," Mike cautioned.

"Don't worry," she assured him fervently. "See you in a couple of days, Sis," Mike told her.

"Right."

After the door closed behind them, leaving her alone in the tiny abandoned apartment, she thought she could hear ominous rustlings in the walls. Chewing her thumb nervously, she paced the floor, feeling gritty dust under her bare feet. She didn't even have a television or a radio to break the nerve-wracking silence.

The sudden, unexpected sound of footsteps on the stairs made Judy halt her nervous pacing and turn pale. She clutched at the neck of the rain coat that was her only clothing. It was the third tense day of hiding.

Until now the only sounds had been those she had made, the relentless drip-drip-drip of the decaying plumbing, and the mysterious and ominous rustling and gnawing sounds in the walls.

During the first terrifying night alone in the abandoned building, Judy had cursed the plot that had put her there. The entire project was in sane. Worse, by the time it was over, Judy was certain she herself would be insane.

Only the thought of what awaited her if she backed out kept her from leaving the apartment. The "Old Bastard" as she and Mike invariably referred to their stepfather, had no hesitations regarding corporal punishment. He applied his cane mercilessly for the slightest infraction. Staying out all night would have earned Judy a monumental beating, and no excuse would have been accepted, not even being kidnapped.

So, after that first night in the hideout, Judy was committed. Only the completion of the kidnapping hoax would get her off the hook. They had to convince the Old Bastard that she had really been kidnapped and was being held for ransom.

And if it was anyone other than one of her compatriots climbing the stairs at this point, the thing was ended before it really got started.

There was a soft knocking on the door and Judy stifled a scream. "Who is it?" she called out in a strangled voice.

"It's me, Mike," her brother replied, his voice muffled, but recognizable through the old door.

"Mike!" Judy squeaked, flying to the door, ignoring the way her raincoat flew open to expose her naked body. Her fingers were clumsy as she fumbled with the bolt, then slid the chain free. Jerking the door open, she flew into her brother's arms, pressing herself against him fiercely, her raincoat open, her bare body molded against him from neck to thigh.

Mike wrapped one arm around her, under the raincoat, and carried her back inside. Kicking the door closed, he wrapped his other arm around her. Their kiss turned abruptly from one of platonic brother-sister innocence to one of flaming, unbridled passion. Judy's body flamed with unexpected, incredible lust as she pressed her nude body against her brother's clothed one. Opening her thighs, she trapped one of his legs between them, driving her crotch against the hard muscles of his leg.

She writhed, grinding her naked, firm, young breasts against his hard chest, scrubbing her crotch painfully on his thigh. She drove her tongue deep in his mouth, savoring his taste, exploring his teeth, dueling with his tongue. She felt a hard knot growing against her belly and knew it was her brother's erection.

Mike's lust exploded into flame almost as quickly as his sister's had.

His cock hardened with lightning speed, straightening and stiffening painfully in his tight blue jeans. Judy's body was warm in his arms, her skin soft and silken under his exploring hands. He stroked his fingers down the length of her naked back under the raincoat, relishing the broad expanse of naked skin. Automatically, his hands found her lush buttocks, cupped and squeezed them, dragged her hips against his body.

He could feel her soft, but firm, breasts like twin pillows against his chest. Through his T-shirt he could feel the hard knots of her nipples digging into him.

Judy released her brother just long enough to shed the raincoat. Then she was again engulfing him with her arms, clinging to him with her long, sleek legs. The cool air of the room touched her naked body intimately, emphasizing the hot roughness of her brother's body against hers. His belt buckle was cold and sharp against her tender belly as she tried to mold herself to every angular contour of his frame. His fingers digging into her ass were glorious confirmation of the desire he had for her.

She had to touch his naked skin. She clutched at his T-shirt, hauling it up to bare his hard belly and strong chest, bunching it under his muscular arms. Then she ran her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his back, scratched her nails down the line of his backbone. His grip tightened on her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his hips jamming forward to ram the hardness of his erect cock into her tender stomach.

When she moved to drag his T-shirt up over his shoulders and head, he released her and lifted his arms. In a second she had him stripped to the waist. His hands clamped down on the soft, yielding mounds of her breasts as she attacked his belt buckle with one hand. With the other she was measuring the size of the erection buried in his pants. His belt open, she unbuttoned the single button on his pants, then ran the zipper down ward, watching eagerly as the fly of his blue jeans spread open.

His cock tipped outward, freed from its painful confinement, but still concealed by his underpants. Those underpants were strained by his powerful erection, and were clinging so tightly to his enormous prick that she could see the contours of its head, even the groove where it joined the shaft of his ready phallus. There was a dark wet stain where the material was stretched over the curving point of his prick.

Unhesitatingly, though hunger was making her shake uncontrollably, Judy pried her thumbs into the waistband of her brother's underpants. She hauled the elastic outward to clear the thrust of his hard cock. She shoved his underpants and jeans down in a ruthless tangle to expose his spearing shaft. She forced his clothes in a tangle down his muscular thighs, her eyes fastened on his prick.

It was gorgeous! A tower of blood-engorged muscle and gristle, a sculptured pale ivory tower capped with a curving pink glans. Like a jewel, gleaming at its tip, was a glittering drop of excited juice.

Judy tenderly stroked her fingers up the underside of her brother's prick, feeling the velvet soft skin shift over the iron-hard interior.

Her fingers reached the tip, and she let it drop. It swung inches in front of her bare midriff. The shining drop clung to her fingertips and formed a glittering chain that linked her with her brother.

The delicate touch of Judy's fingers on Mike's cock sent an earthquake of lust hammering through him. His pulse drummed in his ears. He massaged the firm mounds of his sister's breasts, warm and soft and delectable in his hands. Her pink nipples prodded at him, demanding attention. While he toyed delicately with her tender little buds, he feasted his eyes on the rest of her naked beauty. Her torso, tan and trim, tapered to a small waist. Then, below the hollow of her navel, her body swelled outward in womanly curves that belied her sixteen years.

Her belly curved inward, then there was the arch of her mons, then the thick bush of dark curling hair, and the deep, secret, dark vee between her lush thighs.

"God, you're beautiful," Mike whispered hoarsely.

"So are you," Judy answered huskily, her eyes still fastened on the cock she was fondling. She was going to have that marvelous shaft sunk in her hot vagina-soon. But right now she wanted to torment herself by resisting the fiery lust burning through her body. She wanted to torment her brother and assure herself that his desire for her was as great as her desire for him.