Chapter 8
"Shit, Jerome! What the hell are you doing here and how did you find me?" I yanked the door all the way open and looked at my brother who was standing there. He had a big smile on his face.
He walked in and said, "Well, I have to admit that it took a bit of doing, but here I am. I did find you and that's all that really matters, sis."
"What I want to know is what you tracked me down for. Why? I'm happy and I want to stay that way. You know it wouldn't be cool if I went back home."
"But sis, the folks are going crazy with dread. They don't know what's happened. You're really hurting them. They don't know where you are, and they don't know that I have found you. They have the police out and everything. I mean it's a pretty big deal. They don't know what happened and they think that something terrible did. Mom thinks you were killed or kidnapped or raped or something bad like that."
"But Jerome, I don't want to go back home. I'm happy here. They would never accept Judd. And I want to stay with him. He's good to me ... he gives me what I need whenever I want it."
"What does he do?"
I wondered if he really knew what I had meant by my statement.
"He's a mechanic. He makes very good money. He's a good provider ... and he's fun to be with. We have a lot in common-"
"I'd like to meet him," my brother said, emptily. I could tell that his thoughts were somewhere else. "When's he come home?"
I looked at the clock. "In another hour or so. Why?"
"Mind if I wait around and meet him?" His voice carried a definite tone which said that he had made a decision to stay, regardless of what I felt.
"If you like. But promise me ... you won't tell the folks where I am? Will you? Maybe if I send them a card or letter or something. In fact, I could write Alice in New York and have her forward the letter from there. They'd never know."
"Got something to drink?" My brother wanted to change the subject.
"Vodka, scotch, bourbon, gin, rye and-I believe-there's some brandy left."
"How about some vodka and orange juice ... got any?"
"I think so." I rose and went into the kitchen.
"What's Judd like?" Jerome asked from the other room.
"You'll see, soon enough."
There was a silence until I returned with two tall drinks, which I had purposely made strong. The silence dragged on, while both of us tried to appear casual.
Finally, Jerome broke it. "Sis..."
"Yes?" I prompted, eager for conversation to replace the awkward silence.
"Remember that night in my room?" He hesitated, probably knowing it would be a difficult topic to bring up.
"Yes." My answer was simple and noncommittal.
"Well ... I've thought about it quite a bit. I thought, well, I thought it was kind of wild. And I was, well, I was saying to myself that maybe-"
"Maybe it could happen again?" I interrupted.
"Yes. That's it."
"Jerome, you ... you're my brother. For you and me to do anything would be ... incest."
"Ain't it great?" My wicked brother's eyes were twinkling. "Just like you said that night. Then you didn't care. So, how about it, Sis?"
"Oh, for Pete's sake, Jerome! How could you say such a thing? Aren't there any girls you can ball without having to get hung up on me ... your sister?"
"Yeah. But they're all square. All they want to do is lie down and spread their legs. You made it exciting ... and we didn't even get down to it. You're my kind of woman!"
Silence.
Jerome stood. I could see that during the short silence he had been thinking. His crotch was bulging, indicating that he was aroused.
He approached me and gently pulled my head forward to rest it against his hardness.
"What say we play a little ... we don't have to fuck if you don't want to. That ain't important, really. We could just mess around ... maybe like we did the last time. What say, sis?"
"Jerome, Judd is due home soon. I don't know what he'd think. About my own brother and I, I mean."
"We don't have to tell him. We could say I picked you up in town, in the park. Or something like that."
"That would only make it worse. Since Judd and I've been together, I haven't picked up anyone or allowed myself to be picked up. He furnishes all the guys..."
Realizing what I had almost said, I stopped abruptly and hoped that Jerome hadn't caught on. Unfortunately...
"Then, you ball with other guys." He was positively gleeful.
"I didn't quite mean that, Jerome. What I meant is-"
"That Judd furnishes you with studs! That's it, isn't it? He gets all the cock you want, doesn't he?" Jerome's whole body reflected his excitement.
"Jerome, I am certainly not a common whore. We have our little parties, but I don't give myself to just anyone!" As I said this, I remembered my night of initiation.
Jerome unbuttoned his jeans, baring his crotch to me. His cock hung down his leg. All that was visible was the base of his organ and his bush of curly hair.
I was caught by the scent ... I tried to resist it, but I found myself drawn to it.
Slowly my head turned. My nose touched the hairs. I inhaled deeply, slowly, savoring the masculine smell. The juices began churning within me. A thick tightening came back into my stomach. I could feel my pussy beginning to come alive in anticipation.
"Suck it for me."
I obeyed. My tongue slipped from between my lips and probed into the hairs. I picked up the subtle scent and flavor of youthful perspiration, of youthful excitement, of youthful passion.
My tongue touched the column of flesh and it throbbed. Encouraged, my world and consciousness shrank to this one spot, this crotch before me. All else was suddenly insignificant, unimportant and distant.
I relaxed and took my task to heart. I began pulling and tugging on the tight pants, trying to lower them. I wanted to bare more of that hard sweet flesh that was before me. But his legs were spread too far apart. They were immovable.
So I satisfied myself with stroking the insides of his thighs with my fingers. My fingers felt on one side the soft inner thigh on the other, the hard column of prick that extended down the leg. My fingers moved along the length of it until I found the head. I cupped it and felt it throb. I felt it acknowledge my presence.
My tongue was hungrily poking into the open fly, licking the base of his cock. I tried to curl around it, to get under it, to coax it into the open.
But he would have none of that. He wanted to play with me.
He bent forward and touched my breasts, hesitantly at first. Then, seeing that I did not object, he became bolder. He cupped one in each hand and squeezed. He lifted. He twisted.
My nipples had grown hard. Since I wore no supports, they pressed brazenly forward against his palms.
He was far from insensitive to them. His palms began a rotating motion, rubbing them through the material.
Although I didn't really delight in having my tits played with, the sensations shot down to my groin. I could feel the lips of my cunt working, contracting and relaxing, oozing fluid of excitement, of passion.
"Oh Jerome, take them off. Please ... take them off. . . "
He didn't answer, but brought his feet closer together. Still, it wasn't enough. I enjoyed the sensation, the suspense, the waiting; but I was impatient. I wanted to bare his cock. I wanted to swallow it.
I renewed my efforts to pull his pants down. I grabbed them at the waist and tugged downward. The material gave. It slid down over his firm buttocks. Accomplishing this, I returned to the fly and tugged it downward, too. And the material slid, slowly, reluctantly.
But more of his shaft came into view. As it did, my tongue quickly welcomed it. I set upon him-and his prick-and licked it as though it were a long-lost friend, which it was!
Cock!
Suddenly the thought flashed through my mind again. Cock!
I was becoming cock crazy! No matter where I found it, when I saw it, I had to have it, then, there. I wanted it!
My brother had a cock. For that he could no longer be my brother. It was his cock I wanted. Cock!
I tore at his pants, pulling them down off his hips, down to his knees.
My mouth found the head of his rampant member which had popped up to greet me. In one smooth motion I swallowed it ... all of it! After Mike and Judd, it was no problem. I could still breathe.
I sucked and slobbered at his crotch, flicking my tongue out every now and then to lash at his balls.
"Oh sis, you sure can suck. Better than any twat I've found yet. You're hot ... and sweet. Best of all, you really want it!"
"She sure does!" Judd was home!
We both whirled to face the door. There stood Judd with a delightfully evil grin on his face.
"So you finally got yourself a stud, huh."
"No ... this is a ... this is my ... my brother."
"Your brother!" he chuckled. "Well, well, that's even better! It's good to see a family that stays together. Don't mind me, momma. Enjoy yourself while I fix myself a drink. How's yours?"
We both handed him our glasses. Neither of us said a word.
I looked up into Jerome's face. He had a sheepish childish expression as if he'd been caught stealing someone's prize cherries. He still didn't say anything.
I looked down. His cock had wilted. It was soft ... completely soft. So I sucked it into my mouth and went to work on it. At-the same time, I also worked on his balls, sort of half sucking, half licking them. He twitched and started to pull away. But I held him by the hips, holding his groin into my face.
In the background I heard approaching footsteps ... Judd.
"She's pretty good, ain't she?"
"Uh, yes ... She is-"
"My name's Judd. What's yours?"
"Jerome."
"Then relax, Jerome. You're among friends, my momma here, and me. We're liberal. We're tolerant. We can't see why we should turn our backs on a hot brother. Do we, momma? Huh? Not when he's got a nice cock full of thick cream, huh?"
I knew he was goading me and I let him. I could feel Jerome responding to my increased efforts.
I felt his cock swelling and pushing its way into my throat. Since there was no more room in my mouth because I had his balls in there too, I found it hard to breathe.
His hips began moving back and forth in a pumping motion. Each stroke sent his cock into me deeper. The combination of movement and swelling accomplished the task easily. Soon I had his entire length in me.
At some point I felt fingers in my crotch. They could only be Judd's because Jerome was playing with my breasts and working them up to their former hardness.
"Why don't we get more comfortable?" He must have found out that I was wearing panties, which would obstruct his entry.
"I can't quit now. I'm going to come!"
As soon as I heard this, I let go of his manhood, freeing it completely.
Jerome immediately took his rigid staff in his hand and stroked it two or three times.
"Take it," he spat at me.
But before I could get to it, Judd's palm came in between right before the head.
"Let it fly, Jerome," he encouraged. "Dump it right here in my hand."
Jerome needed no encouragement. His cock throbbed wildly. As it did so, it drained itself of a hot, youthful load of thick gism, creating quickly a puddle in Judd's palm.
When my brother had finished his orgasm, he stepped back and stumbled on the hobbles that his downed jeans made.
"Look at this. Watch her work it." And then Judd said to me, "Strip down, momma, we want to see you naked. We want to see your goods. Good cunt, good boobs, come on and strip."
I stripped and sat back on the chair.
"On your knees." He held the little puddle of love-juice just beyond my reach.
Meanwhile, he had removed his clothes. Jerome was doing the same thing.
"Now ... come and get it ... come on." He held it still just out of reach.
I leaned forward and flicked out my tongue, only to have him move out of reach again. I leaned forward further. In doing so, I left the chair and went to all fours. But each time I would approach him, he would move away. But he was always just out of reach, egging me on.
All around the living room he kept this up. " First, he would let me get almost there. Then he would move just out of reach. I would follow hungrily, eagerly. And he would taunt me with it.
"Come on ... come to daddy ... nice love-juice ... you want it, don't you ... come on, keep crawling..."
Suddenly it dawned on me that he wasn't using his usual 'make daddy happy' line. Maybe he thought just his voice was enough, or just the sight of the scum would be enough. Or maybe ... he was jealous! Yes, I thought, and he's really going to torture me ... and Jerome!
I stopped dead. I didn't budge another inch.
Jerome looked at me, then at Judd. Judd looked at me. "Come to daddy, baby. Come. Come!" He waited. But I still didn't move.
"I said, come."
"No ... you just want to hurt me. And this time ... no."
Judd looked astonished. Then he began to get angry.
"Judd, if you're doing this because you're jealous at your 'momma' having taken a side trick, you needn't bother to be. I really am her brother."
Judd looked at Jerome, and there was a sneer on his lips. "Sure you are kid and my fucking name is Saint Vincent de Paul." Then he turned to me and said, "What kind of stupid trick is this?" I looked at him and said that Jerome was telling the truth, that I really was his sister. Judd looked at me and then back at Jerome. There was a shocked look on his face. "Holy Cow, that's ... that's incest," he said.
He paused for a long time and then he sat on the floor. "Don't you know that's sick. I mean that's really sick. I've never heard of such a thing. The two of you fucking like animals. Really, that's sick. That's all I can say. And you want me to go on living with you, knowing that you fucked your own brother?"
"Why not?" I asked. "I've fucked other guys while you were watching, I really don't see the difference."
"But you're related, I mean I would never fuck my own sister. Shit, that's like fucking my mother or something. I just can't believe that the two of you have really been doing something like that. I think it's awful. It's one of the worst things that I've ever heard of.
Shit, shit, shit."
Then he got up and pulled his clothes on, and the next thing I knew, Judd was walking out of the apartment. Jerome looked at me and said nothing, but I knew that he was sorry, that he had caused Judd to leave me.
Shit, I didn't care. Ever since I had been with Judd, he had just used me. He had beaten my up a lot and used my body. All he seemed to care about was fucking me. Hell, I have been fucked by his boys, and have been used by them. He had the balls to tell me that fucking my brother was sick.
The more that I thought about it the more pissed I got. I wanted to get back at him and I wanted to avenge myself on the world. I went to my brother and told him to eat my pussy. He looked up and there was a sort of stupid grin on his face. "Certainly," he said to me. He was on his knees before me, and he was able to put his head on my snatch. His lips closed over my twat and he moved his mouth up and down on me.
He worked his tongue in and out of my twat and I got hotter and hotter. His tongue zoomed into my snatch and I felt myself giving way to his touch. He was melting me with his tongue. Shitballs, I loved what he was doing to me. He worked his tongue up and down on my body some more. The more that he worked his tongue into me, the hotter that I got.
I saw that his cock was getting stiff and I knew that I wanted to give him a blow-job. I wanted to take his hot meat into my mouth and suck on it until he came. My hands reached out and encircled his head and pushed his face down into my cunt.
He worked his tongue back and forth across my angry gash. His lips pulled and sucked on the delicate cunt flaps. My snatch lips flared as he worked his tongue into me some more. I thought that what he was doing, was really delicious and I felt hotter and hotter as he sucked on me some more. I was getting a great sensation out of his lapping job.
My body trembled with delight as he worked his tongue up and down on me some more. Everything that he did to me got me hotter and hotter. I thought that I was going to come just from having his tongue work up and down on me. I loved the feel of his tongue in my twat.
I shook with joy as he found my clitty and took it into his mouth and then he began to suck on it. He moved his lips back and forth on the sensitive pleasure knob. His tongue rolled it around and I could feel myself giving into the pleasure that he was giving me.
I loved Jerome and what he was doing. I thought about the good times and the bad times with Judd, and the more that I thought about them, the more that I wanted to thank Jerome for getting rid of Judd.
Judd was an evil son of a bitch. He didn't give a fuck about me. All he cared about was his gang and his cycle. I was just a side attraction, as if I was a freak in a carnival. "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, see the only girl that lived with Judd and was fucked by Judd and his gang. She walks, she talks, she fucks, she sucks."
I thought about the humiliation that I had to put up with, all the suffering that I had survived just so that I could be with Judd, and the more that I thought about it, the more that I wanted to be back home. I sort of missed my parents, and I really didn't want to hurt them.
What I had done I thought had been a good experience, and I knew that if I had it to live all over, I would have done the same thing. I would have done it, because the experience was great. Now that I think about it I know that I never loved Judd, but was infatuated with him. He was really a symbol for me more than anything else.
But now that I had been out in the real world, and realized how people could really use me for their own pleasures and not really care about me, I wanted to get back to my parents. I wondered if they would understand, if they would be able to accept me back.
From what Jerome had said they would but I knew that it was possible for him to be wrong. There was only one way that I would ever know and that would be to go there myself and find out. Only then would I be able to find out if my parents could take me back without asking questions.
As the pleasure of the cunt-lap increased, turned my attention to my brother and what he was doing for my cunt. He worked his tongue up and down on me some more. He was thrilling me with his tongue and everything that he did seemed to be getting better and better. I loved what he was doing to my body and I thought that I had never been treated as well before.
So what if he was my brother? Was that really bad? It didn't seem to make any difference to him, and the more that I considered it the more that I realized that it didn't really bother me. I liked what he was doing, and regardless of our relationship, whether I was his sister or not, really didn't seem to matter.
He sucked some more on me, and with each flick of his tongue, I came closer and closer to coming. I wanted to come in a deluge of cream, I wanted my body to fall apart with the great sensations of his tongue working in and out of my body. He was giving me such great delight.
His big fingers gripped my flesh and then he placed his tongue deeper into my hole. He worked his fingers up into my ass-hole and then he bit my clit. When that happened, it was if the world had exploded, so intense was my desire, so intense was the sensation.
I came and came and came some more. I must have filled his mouth with my come juices. I was shaking incredibly as he worked his tongue up and down on me. I liked what he was doing and I thought that it was really something.
He flicked his tongue into my cunt a few more times and then he stopped. Now he looked up at me, and his face glistened with cunt juice and bodily secretions.
I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, my tongue slid into his mouth. I smelled my cunt on his face and reveled in the delight that he was giving me. I loved what he was doing and I thought that it was really something else. The more that he kissed me the more that I felt his tongue in my mouth, and the more that I tongued his mouth, the more that I wanted to suck on his cock.
Nothing could stop me now and I leaned down and stroked his penis. He spread out on the floor and spread his legs. I lay my head between his legs and then nestled my lips against his cock. I licked my tongue up and down on his cock. The turgid flesh trembled as I worked my mouth over him. He thrilled to the touch that I gave him and I loved the feel of his firm cock near my mouth.
I pressed my lips to his cock head and then rubbed them back and forth. The more I moved my lips up and down on his body, the more that his peter trembled. Everything that I gave him, everything that I did for him, pleased my brother. I moved my mouth to the top of his cock and then wrapped my lips around his prick. I sucked on it harder and harder and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.
Ah, this was pleasure and I knew that I was giving him what he wanted. I have to confess that I love to suck on cock. I like to be fucked too, but there is something about sucking on a cock that pleases me and thrills me. I worked my mouth up and down on his cock some more.
I thought that he was going to come. The prick throbbed in my mouth and I knew that it was time for him to climax. I squeezed his balls as he throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and then suddenly I felt the juice shoot into my mouth. I sucked on the cock, as one would pull on a cigarette. I took a long deep drag on his cock and sucked all the juice out of him. I felt the gunk in my mouth and then I gladly swallowed it. I let his cock stay in my mouth a few more times and then he pulled it out. We got dressed and then left the house, heading back to my parent's home.