Chapter 5

By mid-week, the Michael's household seemed to be back to normal. Peggy was in her usual good mood again. Randy had picked up Sue after school one night and got some good feels and a lot of great necking. Mary Alice had decided that lots of hard work would squelch her abnormal desires.

Wednesday evening, about the time Peg and Randy were looking for their mother, she called and said she had to work late. She told them she would be home around nine.

Peggy fixed their supper, they did the dishes together, and then went in and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It took less than thirty minutes for both to be bored with TV and to suspect what the other was thinking.

"Would you like a beer?" Peggy said, breaking the silence.

"Mom drank it all last Sunday," Randy said. "Oh," Peg said

She was disappointed. She wanted something to drink. It loosened her up, made her feel less inhibited, and she wanted to be totally uninhibited with Randy. She knew she had sworn never again, no more, no way, but being alone with him like this made her guts tingle. She felt nervous and highly excited.

"There's some whiskey left; would you like a shot," she said.

"Naw, I don't think so. I'm in training-kind of. You go ahead though."

"You don't care? Really?"

"No, honest."

"Honest?"

"Hey, I'm serious. If you want a drink; I want you to."

He really did want her to. He wanted her to have several, get a little tight, and then maybe ... Jesus, it was all he could think of. He'd thought of nothing else since the moment his mother had called.

"Okay, I think I will. I feel a little tense tonight, maybe it will loosen me up," Peggy said.

She went to the kitchen and took down the bottle. She poured a double shot and drank it quickly. It hit bottom and bounced; she almost gagged, but held off until it turned hot in her stomach. She tipped up the bottle until it had filled her mouth, then let it trickle down slowly. She found a pack of her mother's cigarettes and lit one. She inhaled deeply. The combination made her light headed and dizzy. It was the effect she wanted. She snuffed out the cigarette and went back into the living room and sat beside her brother.

"Feel better?" Randy said.

"Much," Peggy answered.

She slid closer to her brother. "I'm not going to go out with Bert anymore," she said.

"I'm glad, sis. I hate that prick."

Peggy almost giggled. That's the only part about him I don't hate, she thought, his prick. She had gotten over her bitterness, deciding it her fault, too, for being so easy. Bert was a first class ass-hole, and she wasn't going to go out with him anymore, but he did have a nice cock and had made her feel awful good with it. What she needed was someone she could trust. She looked at her brother, saw the desire in his eyes.

Peggy made a quick decision and jumped to her feet. "Would you like to see my panties, Randy? They're bikinis." she said.

"Yes," Randy said quickly.

Peggy reached down and took the hem of her skirt in her fingers. She lifted it to mid-thigh. Randy wet his lips with his tongue. She inched it upwards until it was just below the crotch of her panties.

"Do you like my legs, Randy?" she said.

"They're beautiful. I love them," he answered.

"Are you ready to see more?"

"I'll die if I don't," he said.

"I don't want you to die; it would kill me." She giggled, and slowly lifted her skirt until she held the hem under her chin. She was breathing fast. "Am I beautiful, Randy? Do you love me?" she whispered.

"I adore you, Peg, and you're the most beautiful girl I ever saw, or see, or ... oh hell, you're gorgeous."

She giggled, blushing with pride. He sat on the edge of the couch like a cat ready to spring. His lips were wet from his darting tongue.

Her panties were sheer and super brief, a tiny bit of see-through nylon. Her hair bulged the skimpy crotch and curled deliciously from both sides. She moved her feet apart, pulling the scanty garment into her succulent lips.

"Oh, God, Peg, I want you," Randy moaned, yet made no advance towards her.

"I want you to put on my panties, Randy," Peggy said.

"Shit, sis, you know they won't fit. You saw that the other night."

"Yeh." She covered her mouth and giggled. "These are a different kind. As you can see, there's not much to them and they stretch."

"Peg, I want more than that," Randy moaned.

"There'll be more, honey, but I want to see your long cock stretch out my little panties."

It excited Randy when she talked like that, his sweet sister talking so dirty to him. "Okay," he said, stood and reached for his belt.

"We'd better go up to your bedroom; wouldn't want mamma walking in on us. Better yet, let's go to my bedroom."

She took his arm and they headed for the stairs. They stopped at the foot and kissed long and hard. Peg's tongue sliding instantly into her brother's mouth. They dashed up the stairs and straight to Peggy's room.

"Take all your clothes off, Randy. I want to see you naked again. I've wanted to ever since the last time."

"Jeez, sis," Randy said, suddenly feeling shy. Still, he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Peggy stepped up close. "I'll undo your pants while you work on the shirt," she said.

She undid his buckle, jerked open the snap, and zipped down his fly. Her hand flew into the opening and gripped his cock. He was hard as a rock. She brought it out, caressing its length in her palm.

"Oh, Randy, you have such a beautiful cock," she moaned, "I love it, I really do." She leaned heavily against him, her hand moving smoothly back and forth on his prick.

"Peg, Peg, I love you. I want you so bad."

"In a bit, honey," she whispered.

She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't sure it would be right. Should she let her brother fuck her? They could do a lot of things together, make each other feel awfully good without actually fucking.

"Get naked, honey," she said, reluctantly letting go of his pecker.

Randy finished undressing and stood in front of her. His cock jutted out, curved upwards, and throbbed.

"Oh, Randy," she gasped. She wanted it in her cunt so much, so very much.

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties into her wet crotch. She undulated against the nylon, then pushed them down to her knees. She wiggled, but they wouldn't slide down, so she bent at the hips and pushed them down to her ankles. Stepping one foot out, she planted it far from the other and lifted her skirt.

"Look at my cunt, Randy. It loves you as much as I do."

She let him stare for a moment before she let her skirt fall back in place, then bent and picked up the tiny, wet garment, and pressed it against his nose.

"Smell them, Randy," she cried, "do they smell like my cunt?"

He breathed in deeply. They smelled strong, and they felt wet against his nose and chin. She was standing close so he reached out and felt her through her dress. When he started to lift her skirt, she stepped back.

"Not yet, honey, I want you to try them on," she said.

"Aw hell, you know they won't fit."

"They might, and I do want to see how they look with your hard cock bulging them out in front."

Randy grabbed the pants and grudgingly stepped into them. He pulled them up, but once again could get them to only mid thigh, maybe slightly higher.

"See. I told you I couldn't get the Goddamned things on. We're just wasting time; mom will be home in an hour or so."

"I have an idea. Wait right here."

"Peg...."

"I'll be right back, promise."

She ran down the hall to her mother's room, went straight to the dirty linen basket, and dug. She found what she was looking for and ran back to Randy's room. Grinning, she held up a pair of panties.

"Mom's," she said, breathlessly. "They're real sheer and silky. She's soiled them good, too; I can see the discoloration in the crotch. They should fit. Here, smell them." She held them out to him.

Randy felt a new excitement. Mom's panties. He reached out and took them and put them to his nose. "Oh, Goddamn," he said.

"Smell good?" Peggy asked.

"Terrific," he said.

They smelled different than Peggy's. They still had that same sex smell, but were much stronger, better, too. He figured they smelled stronger because she was older.

"Put them on," Peggy said.

Randy took a last smell and stepped in. He pulled them up his legs and into place. They fit beautifully. And they felt beautiful, too; so tight and smooth and silky.

"Oh, Randy," Peggy gasped, "you look terrific. Look how your cock pushes them out in front. Oh, honey, you have such a swell hard-on. Lay down on the bed; I want to feel your cock through mom's panties."

Randy stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head. He felt proud that he had such a large cock; it was larger than, most of the other guy's. He flexed, making his cock jerk.

"Oh, Randy, do that again," Peggy squealed. She lay down beside him and stroked his belly. She reached down inside the panties and brought his cock up and pressed it against his belly, then took her hand out and held it through the sheer nylon. "Your cock is so hard, Randy. And so big and long; it excites me terribly."

Randy grinned. Peggy put her head on his chest and slowly massaged him. She ran her finger up and down the underside of his cock, paying particular attention where the knob joined the shaft. Randy squirmed. Peggy rubbed harder.

Randy stiffened, raised up from the bed. "Peg, stop," he cried. But it was too late. Randy came violently, possibly as hard as he ever had. His cock spewed and the filmy fabric went transparent as the wetness spread over his belly and cock. "Aw, shit, Peg, look what you did. I wanted to do it with you; I wanted to fuck you."

"I'm sorry, honey," she said softly. She tingled; she wanted him to fuck her. It was the first time he had actually said he wanted to fuck her; it excited her. "I really am sorry, Randy, I really am. But we shouldn't ... fuck, anyway. I'm your sister. I want it, too, Randy, but we shouldn't. Should we?"

"Aw shit!" was all Randy said.

She brought her head up and kissed him. "Give me your tongue, Randy. At least tongue fuck me."

They kissed long and hard, sucking hungrily at each other's tongues. Peggy played with his now flaccid cock, rubbing at the front of the wet panties, smearing the stuff all over his belly.

Peggy felt her brother's frustration; she felt her own frustration. She sat up and wiggled out of her skirt and pushed it down off her feet. Naked from the waist down, she got on top of him and pressed her slit against his soft, upturned prick. The panties were soaking with his jazz and wetted her quickly. She started humping.

"I can feel your cock with my pussy, Randy. I wish it was hard again."

She put her arms around him and started working like she was giving him a good fuck. Her hair was all wet now, and she could feel the back of his shaft against her clit. She heated up very quickly and increased her tempo.

"Ooooooh, honey, that feels good. I think you'll be able to make me come even if you aren't hard. Honey, I like to come, your sister-likes to come. Oh, Randy, make me come, too."

Neither one realized when he started to harden; it just seemed like all of a sudden his cock was bone hard and pressed between the fat lips of her cunt. Peggy moved up until the throbbing knob was pressed hard against her clit.

"Bring me off, Randy; I'm so close now," she cried, pounding against him. "You're hard, too; your cock is hard again."

"Yeh, yeh ... feels good, so good. Better stop or I'll come again. My cock is so sensitive in this position. Oh, shit, sis ... I'm gonna squirt ... oh Shit!"

"Me too, honey, I'm coming. I'm coming hard," Peggy screamed.

She sat up, rode down hard trying to get the head of his cock into her cunt. It was right at the entrance, pressing hard, but the panties between prevented penetration. She felt his cock squirting. It felt warm and wet and she started to orgasm a second time. She fell forward, hunching wildly.

"You did it again, sis, you did it again," Randy groaned.

"I couldn't help it. I was so close; I was coming; I just couldn't stop myself." She continued to rub herself against his half hard cock. "It felt so good. It still feels good. Oh, honey, we'll do it soon, but this was the next best thing."

Peggy felt exquisite, all mellow and good inside. It was a good come, much better than masturbating and even as good as the ones while fucking. And she'd actually come off twice.

Randy couldn't complain, either. He had wanted to screw her, but she had brought him two glorious comes. He felt weak and drained now. He was sure he couldn't screw her if she begged him.

Peggy got slowly to her feet. She knew they shouldn't fuck, but she knew next time they would. She wouldn't be able to hold Randy off, and she was quite sure she wouldn't want to.

"Look at me, Randy," she said.

She had taken the rest of her clothes off and was standing naked. Randy sat up and stared at his beautiful sister.

"Next time you get all of me, honey. Next time I'll let you fuck me."

She scooped up her clothing and ran from the room.