Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

We're hitting 'em with the first ransom note tonight and they'll be watching me too closely. I'll come as soon as I can."

"Okay," Judy agreed unhappily. She didn't bother to reach for the raincoat, folding her arms under her breasts. "How about some clothes, too?"

"I'll see what I can do," Mike answered. He looked at her adoringly.

"God, you are beautiful."

"Oh, Mike, I love you," Judy exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms.

"I love you, too, Sis," he answered, wrapping his arms around her. After a long clinging moment, he pushed her away.

"One thing," he cautioned.

"What's that?"

"Don't let Paul or Cynthia or Harry get wind of this or the whole deal could go sour. Okay? Until we've actually got the cash in hand we'll have to play it very, very cool. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good." Mike sighed. "I'll have Paul come by tomorrow with the food, and some clothes, if possible."

Judy stared at the closed door for a moment, then strolled languidly back to the mattress. It had a large wet stain. Ignoring that, she lay on her back, arms behind her head, a smile on her lips. In moments she was asleep.

A slow trickle of cum oozed from her vagina to add to the wet spot on the makeshift bed.

Stretched out on her back on the mattress, Judy wore the raincoat for no reason other than it was the only thing she had to wear. The apartment had a tendency to be uncomfortably warm, even during the night. Now, during the day, it was hot.

Lying on her back, the raincoat spread wide open, Judy stared dreamily at the ceiling. Her young breasts were so firm they spread little. The pert, pink peaks of her nipples pointed to ward the ceiling. The ripples of her ribs were barely visible under her tan smooth skin. With her arms behind her head, her stomach was sucked in flat and tight. Her legs were spread slightly, her feet shoulder width apart. The twisting, kinky pubic hair was stringy and matted with hers and her brother's cum.

She was still dreaming of the glorious linking with Mike the previous day. Since she had been old enough to be interested in boys, she had been interested in her brother. In her bedroom alone at night she had dreamed of him. Before she had lost her virginity, shortly after her fourteenth birthday, her dreams had been youthfully innocent. At first they had involved only kissing, then, as she grew more experienced, petting. Her reveries about Mike had matched the pace of her own experience.

She had first really been kissed by a boy when she turned twelve. The boy had been thirteen. When his tongue had first touched her lips she had been shocked. But instead of drawing back in disgust, she had been curious and had opened her mouth to the invasion. The fire that had slashed through her as she had let him explore her mouth had astonished her. When bathing herself and touching herself she had felt portents of sexual excitement. But that a kiss could trigger similar fires had been a revelation to her. Her little nipples on her still undeveloped breasts had hardened like little rocks inside her party dress.

So, late that night, at home in her room alone, Judy had relived that kiss. Only this time she was being kissed by her brother. The kiss had gone on and on and on in Judy's mind, and it had felt better and better and better.

But, that had been all she had imagined then, because that had been all she knew.

After that first searing kiss, the parties Judy had gone to had changed.

Suddenly the lights had a habit of going out. Instead of the girls gathering in one giggling knot and the boys in another, they had paired off. That first kiss had been the result of a game of Spin-The-Bottle.

Now no games were played since no excuses were needed. There were still giggles in the darkness, but they were different giggles, excited giggles, breathy wet giggles of awakening passion.

Then at one party the boy kissing Judy had slid one shy hand around from Judy's back to her side, then to her front. Judy had gulped, knowing that something was coming, and hadn't broken the wet sucking kiss. She had held her breath as the boy had hesitantly worked his way upward.

Judy's breasts had begun to develop by this time and she was wearing her first bra. The boy's hand had covered one hesitant mound, the barely perceptible rise of a growing breast, and renewed flames had rushed through Judy. Instinctively, she knew that the soft rise could be felt by the boy. Her nipple had tried to bore its way to freedom right through the bra. There was a funny burning tightness down between her legs and the muscles way down low on her stomach quivered tautly.

While the boy had pressed and rubbed her chest with his hand, Judy had clung to him frantically. An earthquake of lust had rocked her to her young core. It was a monster jump in experience from her first kiss, six months earlier.

And, just as before, in her bed alone that night Judy had carefully relived the experience. Again, it was her brother's hand she imagined on her budding breast. The itchy tightness down between her legs had grown again. Spreading her legs as she lay on her back under the covers, she had pulled her nightie up to expose herself all the way up to her waist.

Her hips had squirmed excitingly all by themselves. She had pressed her own hands on her chest while imagining it was her brother's hands. It had taken a very long time to get to sleep that night.

And, bit by bit, her experience had grown. One boy had fumbled at the buttons of her sweater. Then, reaching nervously inside, he had captured the bra-covered hill of one breast with his hand. That night Judy had imagined her brother doing the same thing.

The main trouble had been that, until now, Mike had always treated her as some kind of pest. Well, more like until their mother had remarried, really. Opposition to the marriage and to their stepfather had forged an alliance of sorts against a common enemy.

But still, Mike had shown no interest in her as a girl. He had had his own girlfriends. Usually he had gone his own way on dates, and Judy had gone hers. Once in a while they would double. But then, if it was a beach party, Mike and his girl would go off to a lonely stretch of the beach, and Judy and her date would go off to another. Judy always wondered just how far her brother went those times. He was older, not quite a year and a half older, so probably he did go farther than she did. But how far was that? Did he go "all the way"?

By the time Judy was thirteen and a half she had a respectable pair of breasts. At beach par ties, or in darkened rooms, she would let boys bare her to the waist so they could pay proper attention to her budding boobies. At beach par ties Judy would lie on her back, letting the moon light play over her graceful torso while the boy would massage and squeeze her breasts, pinch and roll her nipples.

Even while she had been savoring the exquisite pleasure, Judy would be wondering what her brother was doing. He was fifteen. Was he doing "it" with his dates? Judy now knew what doing "it" consisted of. She even knew what an erect prick looked like, and she knew what one felt like in her hand. But what would it feel like in her body?

She had really wanted it to be her brother that showed her. She had dreamed constantly of lying on her back, legs spread and knees bent while her brother settled himself between her thighs. Then he would aim the head of his cock at her virgin slit and sink it deep into her streaming opening. Naturally, there wouldn't be any pain-just pure, glorious, loving pleasure.

But, in spite of her best efforts to get him interested in her, he had seemed oblivious to her charms. She had given him glimpses of herself in her underwear. She had made certain he saw her with just her underpants on, her sweet young breasts exposed, her pert pink nipples rigid with excitement. Mike had glanced at her, then looked away.