Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

So, finally, Judy had deliberately strolled back to her room from her bath stark naked. She had waited at the bathroom door until Mike was coming down the hall toward his room, then stepped out into the hall and walked right toward him. She had tried to project an aura of sensuality as she slowly strolled past him. She had seen his eyes sweep up and down her nude body, picking out her breasts and her crotch, her belly where it was slowly shedding its baby fat, the long graceful line of her sleek legs.

She had paused and looked coyly back over her shoulder, trying to put the blatant need she felt in her gaze. Mike had slammed the bathroom door shut violently and she had heard the lock snap.

Furious, she had stamped into her room and slammed her own door loudly.

Right then she had decided that if he didn't want her it would serve him right if she let her current boyfriend take her virginity.

Which her current beau had done, clumsily and painfully, on their next date. From the beginning of their necking session, Judy had been climbing all over him. She had made certain he knew just where they were heading. Instead of waiting for him to put his hand on her breast, she had taken it and placed it there herself. She had unbuttoned her own sweater and stripped it off. She had taken her bra off. As he had bent his head to kiss and suck on her nipple, she had unfastened her shorts and skinned them off, then her panties.

It had been the first time she had been naked with a boy. That had come at a wild party during a game of "chicken". Someone would get under a blanket and start taking off their clothes until they chickened out.

Then they would come out from under the blanket and dash out of the room to the bedroom where their clothes had been taken. Like the other girls;

Judy had gotten down to her bra and panties easily. Then, shaking with excitement, she had taken off her bra and handed it out from under the blanket. It had been greeted with hoots of excitement, and then a tense silence. Shaking even harder, Judy had skinned her panties down her legs and off-and handed them out. There had been dead silence. After a nerve-wracking pause, Judy had slipped out from under the blanket and walked slowly out of the room. Once in the bedroom she had slammed the door behind her and collapsed.

So, the night Judy had lost her virginity it hadn't been a giant leap, but rather, a short step. Unfortunately, there hadn't been any body-burning excitement. There had been a "serves Mike right" feeling that had done nothing to lubricate her vagina. The penetration had been painful and unsatisfying. The boy had cum almost immediately, while Judy had felt little. It had been extraordinarily disappointing.

And now, Judy realized, as she lay on the mattress in the hideout, it didn't need to have been that way. Mike had noticed her. Her brother had been excited by her, and interested in her. But, because she was his sister, he had ignored her, carefully resisted having her.

But now, at last, that was all over. Mike had finally had her. His resistance had been broken and Judy had gotten what she had wanted for so long. And she would have him in the future, again and again and again. They would take their share of the money and go away and live together as husband and wife, instead of brother and sister. Together she and Mike would have eighty thousand dollars, which would be plenty to begin their life together.

Judy was jarred out of the happy contemplation of her future by a knock on the door. She was abruptly reminded that they didn't have the money yet.

"It's me, Paul," Paul called from the far side of the door.

"Oh," Judy answered, both relieved and disappointed. She was relieved it wasn't the police, but disappointed it wasn't Mike. Pulling the rain coat tight around herself, she went to open the door for her boyfriend.

"Hi," Paul greeted her. He was carrying a small sack and a tape recorder was slung over his shoulder.

"Hi," Judy replied, relocking the door. She wondered exactly what she had seen in Paul. Then she reminded herself that he was good in bed. Not as good as Mike, of course, but not bad.

"Brought you some groceries," Paul announced unnecessarily as he put the sack on the counter in the kitchenette. He unslung the recorder and set it aside.

"Did you bring me any clothes?" Judy asked. Paul shook his head.

"Couldn't. How would I explain running around town with a bunch of girl's clothes under my arm?"

"Did you bring my pills at least?" Judy demanded, angry.

Paul grinned, reaching for his pocket. "Oh yeah, brought those." He handed her the plastic dial pack.

Judy fumbled one of the birth control pills out and hastily popped it in her mouth. "I hope it hasn't been too long already."

Paul reached for her. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Judy twisted aside, feeling no desire for Paul at all. "What's going on in the world, anyway? Are the police looking for me or anything?"

"Naw," Paul snorted. "We told your folks if the cops were notified they'd get your head via parcel post."

Judy shivered at the vision this conjured up. "Ick. How's my mom taking it?"

"Scared shitless, of course," Paul gloated.

Judy felt badly about this. She didn't want to hurt her mother needlessly. "That's too bad."

"Hell it is," Paul retorted. "I think your stepfather is glad to be rid of you. Only your mother won't let the Old Bastard breathe. She's after him all the time to pay the ransom. If it weren't for your mother we'd never be able to pull this off."

"Is he going to pay?" Judy asked.

"Sooner or later, he'll pay," Paul answered. "Your mother'll see to that!"

"I hope it's soon," Judy sighed. "I'm bored stiff in this hole. Couldn't you bring me a radio or something?"

Paul was sitting on the mattress, taking off his shoes. "Come on over here and I'll entertain you."

Judy shook her head. She began putting the groceries in the reeking old refrigerator.

"I couldn't bring you a radio," Paul answered at last. "What would the cops think if they heard a radio playing in this supposedly deserted block of buildings?"

"There aren't any cops around here," Judy argued.

"Hell there aren't," Paul responded. "They patrol this block regularly.

Squad car goes by every hour or so, day and night. Trying to keep the junkies from using these places as shooting galleries, probably."

"Junkies! First it was rats, and now you tell me there are drug addicts wandering around here?!" Judy shrieked.

Paul came up behind her and ran his hands up and down her arms. "Take it easy, take it easy," he soothed. "There aren't any junkies because of the cops. All right?" He slid his hands around to cup Judy's breasts through the raincoat.

Judy slipped out of his grasp. "Yeah, but what about the cops? Oh, and there are rats, by the way. Or something. I can hear them in the walls.

All the time. Yeecchhh!"

"You getting scared?" Paul asked. "Relax, they won't bother you. Just keep all your food and garbage and stuff in the refrigerator."

Judy dodged his grasping hands again. Great! With nothing else to eat they'll start on me!"

Paul stopped pursuing her and stood in the middle of the room, furious.

"What the hell's gotten into you? You knew this wasn't going to be any picnic. And just whose idea was this whole caper, anyway?"

"It was Mike's," Judy snapped.

"Yeah, and who seconded the motion? You did. You were eager to put the screws to the Old Bastard right from the start."

"Well, I hate him," Judy answered sharply. "And I thought you'd find me a better hideout than this one. This place is a-a slum!"

"Where did you expect us to hide you, god damnit, the fucking Beverly Hilton?!" Paul exploded. "Jesus Christ! The way you're carrying on! You want to call it off, all right, I'll leave and you can just walk out of here into the arms of the cops any time you want. Shit, I'd like the money but I can live with my parents and they give me a decent allowance. I'm only doing this for you, remember? I don't need your complaining at all!"