Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy's gasping whisper relieved his worry on that score. The years of bottled-up desire for her brother were exploding through her in an unbelievable climax.

"I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, cummiiinnnggggg."

Judy's body arched, her heels and shoulders driving into the mattress as her pelvis lifted the mass of her brother clear in the air. As her orgasm roared through her she tried to take his entire body in through the small opening of her vagina.

The muscle-straining convulsion of Judy's body was the final stimulus for Mike's lust. His body reacted explosively, his buttocks convulsing and jerking as he poured his semen into her. Wad after wad of searing cum bulleted the length of his cock and sprayed deep into his sister's vagina. His body quivered with the recoil as he filled her with his gooey sperm. His muscles tensing, he did his best to climb right inside his sister's body as he hosed her insides with his fluids.

The brother and sister on the tattered mattress strained at each other for long, quivering moments, then slowly slumped in exhaustion as their climaxes faded.

Judy inhaled deeply, her chest aching deliciously from the weight of her beloved brother on her ribs. She felt the last hesitant quivers of his prick in her body as it drained itself of the final lingering drop of semen. She hugged him against her, tangled his legs with hers and clung to him as her orgasm slowly faded. She was exhausted and totally content.

"Jesus!" Mike sighed as he recovered.

"Oh, Mike," Judy sighed ecstatically.

"Christ, you're good," Mike muttered into her hair.

"You were magnificent," Judy told him happily. "Oh, Mike, I love you so much."

"But I'm your brother," Mike mumbled, not lifting his head.

"So what? Aren't I supposed to love my brother?" Judy argued.

"Not this way," Mike muttered woefully. "This is incest."

Judy hugged him tightly. "Incest-shimincest, who cares? Do you realize that I've wanted to have you fuck me for years?"

Mike pushed up from her, astonished. "You have?"

"Sure I have. I've always had the hots for you. I've always thought you were the handsomest, most desirable stud around," Judy informed him. All her reservations had been destroyed by the carnal linking with her brother.

"But it's wrong," Mike insisted.

"So is extortion," Judy pointed out glibly.

Mike lowered himself on her again, hugging her warmly. "Know what?"

"No, what?" Judy asked. She was concentrating on the feel of his cock, shriveled now, barely nestled between the labia of her pussy.

"I've wanted you, too," he confessed.

"You have?" Judy was astonished.

"Uh huh, I have," Mike assured her.

"But-I thought," Judy stuttered.

"You thought what?"

"I thought you thought I was just a little kid," Judy went on.

"You haven't been a little kid since you were thirteen and started getting tits," Mike retorted. "For a while there you were always running around the house half-naked. Drove me crazy!"

"I was trying to," Judy admitted, "but you didn't do anything. You always got involved with drippy girls like Cynthia instead."

"Cynthia's not drippy," Mike argued.

Judy wriggled under her brother, thrusting with her pelvis. "Is she as good as I am?"

As he rolled off Judy, Mike admitted that she wasn't. "But she's not bad," he added quickly.

Judy stretched out on her back, arching her spine gracefully as she posed delectably for her brother. "She's skinny," Judy noted maliciously.

Mike ran his eyes down the lush, nude length of Judy's body. Her breasts were begging for more attention. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and cupped one pink and white mound with his hand. As he thumbed Judy's nipple, he answered. "Compared with you she is."

Judy let her eyes close, loving the sensation of having her body fondled by her brother. Warm trickles of fire seeped through her as he tortured her tit. With the knee away from her brother bent, her other leg straight, she knew her sex was open to him.

"How's Paul?" Mike asked as he toyed with Judy's naked body, pinching and rolling her nipple with his fingers.

"Mmmmm? He's okay," Judy answered. "But you're better. "Ohhh." She sighed happily as he tormented her nipple.

"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with saliva.

As Judy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of Mike's crotch. She fumbled through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers around it she felt a sticky crust on his warm flesh from their first coupling. As she squeezed the rubbery cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down on her brother's cock.

Mike was suckling happily on Judy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple between his teeth, then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.

Judy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped Mike's cock in her fist, then squeezed it to test its hardness.

She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of Mike's blood pouring into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his hardening staff.

Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Judy's breast, Mike slid one hand down to her stomach. She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger deep in her belly but ton, Mike wiggled it in her guts.

"Oooooaaaww," Judy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of Mike's bludgeon-like masculine tool.

Mike gnawed on Judy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it.

His jaw muscles clenched as he resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.

Judy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint, relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.

She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good his cock had tasted earlier, saliva flooded her mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.

Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.