Chapter 1
The longer that Curt McCrea thought about it, the greater that his frustration became.
He wondered how it was that some of his buddies had managed to have practically all of the fun wherein attention from females was concerned, whereas others, like himself, seemed to get left at the post. Actually, in thinking things through, he had to concede that he had just had a string of bad luck. A tall, well-built young man of twenty-three with dark brown hair, he was what one could call handsome. Despite the fact that many of his buddies at school were considerably less handsome and well endowed than himself, they managed to achieve a good deal more in the way of sexual conquests mainly because he had been so conscientious in pursuing his studies. For one thing, he was just starting his second year of law school at a college in Virginia and was having to devote his attentions primarily to the law, which, he was constantly being reminded by his instructors, "was a jealous mistress."
The more he thought about the law being a jealous mistress, the more fed up he would become at times. As of late he had even taken to fantasizing a good deal, thinking about the one girl friend he'd had who'd meant something to him during his senior year of college as an undergraduate. But after they had broken up, it was back to the routine for him, not that he had ever totally abandoned it. As a matter of fact, that was one of the things that had prompted his girl friend to break up with him. She thought that he should devote more attention to her and when she reminded him that there were scores of other young men who were more than willing to do so, he once in a fit of anger told her to go ahead and find such men. She quickly went out and proved her point, much to his dismay, after which the relationship terminated.
But now here he was, in the Los Angeles home of his parents for a semester break and he was in such a maudlin frame of mind that he was in the process of finished off almost an entire fifth of his father's best Scotch. McCrea's father, Curt Senior, was a top lawyer in a prestigious Los Angeles firm dealing in tax law. He and Curt's mother belonged to many of the finest country clubs and were constantly involved in charity work as well. They were two of the more prominent fixtures of upper echelon Southern California society and from the time that he was a young boy Curt Senior was constantly telling his son that he had to toe the mark if he ever intended to make it to the same high realm that his father occupied. So for a good many years young Curt was chasing a rainbow and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he grew over the fact that he was spending too much time rainbow chasing and not enough time enjoying himself.
As he grew more drunk and depressed, he could hear sounds coming from his sister Barbara's room. He couldn't help but observe just how dramatically Barbara had changed this time around. Her breasts, which had been small and girlish, had attained a well-rounded firmness during the period of time he had been away. In addition, her legs had seemingly grown longer and had tapered out more beautifully. Not all that long ago she had been in the adolescent gawky stage, but now she was totally removed from it, a fixture of searing young womanhood. She possessed a flowing mane of long, scintillating red hair which also looked impressive. She was very definitely an exquisite-looking young woman and whether Barbara was his sister or not, Curt could not help but take notice.
He kept listening to the loud rock sounds coming from her bedroom. He wondered just what his sister was doing. Ostensibly she was studying, but he knew fully well that she couldn't concentrate on anything with such loud sounds interfering with her span of concentration.
Mr. and Mrs. McCrea were out at a dinner party being given by one of his father's more prestigious corporate legal clients. All Curt seemingly wanted to do was just sit there and drink, that is, up until the time that the rock sounds started to enhance his curiosity. He kept thinking about his gorgeous sister and now he was determined to go up and see her.
As he finished climbing the stairs leading to her second-floor bedroom, he noticed that the door had been left slightly ajar. Rather than knock at the door and ask for permission to enter, he instead decided to just peek through the crack in the door and see what his sister was doing.
His heart immediately began to palpitate with surging waves of sensual rapidity as he saw young Barbara standing in the middle of her bedroom wearing nothing more than a pair of silky white bikini panties and a matching brassiere. She was, in place of studying, grinding her hips and buttocks sensuously to the sounds of the rock music emanating from her stereo system. Her books were discarded in a far corner of the room, no more than an afterthought at this moment in time.
He watched the way that Barbara's strands of fiery red hair danced and flailed as her sensuous body glided to every sound of the stereo. He observed the well-rounded proportions of her sensuously firm ass cheeks, which fitted ever so commendably into her panties.
She was barefooted and he examined every provocative curve in her thighs and ankles. Yes, he concluded, her legs had tapered beautifully and now here he was, standing there peeking through a crack in the door, admiring his own sister. As a matter of fact, his cock was brushing ever so nervously inside of his trousers. He looked down at the stiffness of his roaring man meat, so visible against the outline of his trousers and wondered if he had the nerve to try what he was thinking. All he could think of at that moment was just how gorgeous his sexy young sister was. He was quite confident that, given her beautiful body and her friendly disposition, she had plenty of admirers in school. The only way that she could still possess her virginity was if she actively discouraged all of her pursuers and he doubted that very much. The only question was whether he would summon forth the requisite degree of nerve and daring to try and make it with her. He kept thinking about how long he had been playing it safe. Just recalling how his father had time and again drummed it into his head about how important it was to be a big man in society and follow in his footsteps left him cold at that point. As a matter of fact, it disgusted the hell out of him. He didn't need to hear anything like that again. The one thing that he was concerned about was enjoying some satisfying sex and if he could get it from his own sister, then why the hell shouldn't he make the effort?
He quickly pushed the door open with his right hand, noticing that his fingers and hands were trembling greatly. He also observed that his heart was palpitating even more savagely than before as he stepped inside of the room and smiled broadly, licking his lips as his gorgeous, red-haired sister continued to grind her sensuous body in a rhythmic, concentric fashion. Once more he watched the rotating buttocks and then, finally, his eyes fastened appreciatively on the firm, voluptuous lines of her sensuous breasts, which jiggled as she twisted her ass cheeks.
"What a body," he exclaimed.
"Curt, what are you doing here?" Barbara shrieked with astonishment. "I just decided I'd watch you dance," he laughed.
"I'm just getting some steps ready for the sock hop we're having at school next Friday," she said, brushing her hair back with embarrassment, then walking over toward the stereo and turning it off.
"You don't have to be embarrassed or frustrated around me," Curt smiled sitting down on the edge of the bed, noticing once again the huge bulge in his trousers and wondering if his beautiful, often perceptive young sister had also observed the phenomenon.
"Curt, I know you're a good brother and I know we've always been close and all that, but I do wish you'd get out of my room," Barbara said self-consciously. "Obviously this dance wasn't being put on for public consumption."
Curt burst into loud laughter.
"You've spent so much time around dad that you're starting to talk like him," he chuckled. "I get sick and tired of all this formalistic legal gibberish. This legal bull-shit. Hell, who needs this crap?"
Once again he started laughing, this time scratching his head. He threw his body backward, stretching out on top of the bed as he kicked his legs forward.
"You're drunk," she said. "How can you say such awful things about father?"
"I'm just saying that he can often act like a real fuddy-dud. I didn't realize it until now. I mean, what the hell, how much of this crap is a guy supposed to take? All this devotion to duty and all. After awhile it starts to wear thin."
"That's a lousy attitude for somebody who stands to get a coveted position in the law firm. I mean, Curt, there are so many guys coming out of law schools now who would qualify. You're so fortunate, having a father who's one of the top lawyers in town."
"So I've been told about fifty thousand times," Curt suddenly burped. "Hell, right now I could care less. All I can think of is what a gorgeous bod you've got, sis. I'm really impressed."
"Thank you, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about me in such a cheap way."
"Ah, let's can the bullshit," he laughed loudly. "I suppose these guys at school aren't noticing what I'm noticing and aren't talking about what I'm talking about. Are you gonna tell me that? Hell, no, you're not gonna tell me that, because you know that I'm not so dumb I'm gonna swallow that kind of nonsense."
"Let's just stop talking about all this," she shook her head defensively. He watched the suddenly troubled expression surface in her soft blue eyes. "Please, Curt, I know you've had something to drink and I know that you've been under an awful lot of tension at law school and all lately. So I don't hold any of this against you. Please, just leave the room right now. Let's talk some other time."
"You're not gonna shake me that easy," Curt growled.
His eyes suddenly narrowed as he jumped up from the bed and moved toward her.
"Curt, come on, don't be so angry," Barbara said. "Remember, I am your sister."
"I'm well aware of that," he said, "but I'm also aware of something else. I've got my physical needs just like anybody else. Just looking at you and staring at those gorgeous tits and those fantastic legs. Damned, if that's not enough to drive me nuts, I don't know what is."
"But I am your sister," she reminded him, a frightened expression surfacing across her entire face."
"What the hell does that have to do with it?" he grunted. "Or, maybe I should say, what the hell difference does it have to make? It doesn't have to make a damned bit of difference if we don't want it to."
Even though Barbara felt frightening panic spreading throughout her whole body, she couldn't help but notice how her heart was fluttering. There was an undefinable flip-flopping sensation tumbling in her stomach, which was riddled with butterflies. As he moved closer to her, she could also observe the huge bulge in his trousers and that prompted her to become more nervous than ever.
"Curt, don't do anything that you'll later regret, or that would make either one of us feel foolish," she said fearfully.
"Let's knock off all this talk," he said. "You ain't a virgin, are you?"
"Curt, that's a personal question," she began to sob as tears welled suddenly in her eyes.
"I just asked you if you were a virgin," he grinned crookedly. "Hell, that's not a tough question to answer. Just yes or no. Have you ever been humped?"
"You're making me sound like a filthy whore," Barbara sobbed as the salty tears started to pour down her cheeks. "Please, Curt, please, leave me alone. Don't do anything more foolish than what you already have. We can forget about all this. Tomorrow after you've sobered up everything will be fine."
"Listen, I might have been drinking some of dad's precious imported whiskey, but I haven't had so much that I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I resent you treating me like I'm some kind of drunk who's acting the way that I am just because I've had too much to drink. That ain't it at all. I'm acting the way that I am because I'm turned on. I happen to be turned on by this sexy little red-haired siren who's standing here looking so delectable in her panties and brassiere. That's what I'm turned on by. Nothing else. As a matter of fact, right now I've got a one-track mind on the subject."
"Please, Curt. My head's spinning. I've always had so much respect for you. Don't do this to me."
"Answer me. I want an honest answer to this question. You have been humped, haven't you? Nothing wrong with that. Hell, you're so gorgeous that I know every guy in that damned school would be after you. So there's nothing wrong with it. You wouldn't hear me complaining."
"So I have fooled around with some guys from school," she sobbed. "But I haven't overdone it like some of the girls at school and I've never been pregnant."
"This isn't a damned confessional," he growled angrily. "I just wanted to prove a point, that's all."
With that he quickly narrowed the distance between them until he was standing only inches removed from a trembling Barbara. She could feel his hot breath on her as he reached out with both hands, shoving her quickly backward until she landed with a lurid plop on the bed. Just hearing her gasp with astonishment as she fell on top of the bed caused his cock to harden even more as he anticipated some wild and glorious sex from his beautiful sister.
She felt helpless as she lay there trembling on the bed, watching as her brother immediately threw his body downward on top of hers.
"Ohhh, please, leave me alone, oh, no," she sobbed.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back, preventing her from lifting her body upward from the bed.
"No, you don't, little sister, Barbara," he grinned sadistically. "If you can be humped by somebody else, you can certainly do something to relieve your hard-working, frustrated brother's horny condition. Just peering at those damned law books day and night. If that isn't enough to drive a guy out of his gourd, I don't know what the hell else is."
She struggled hard to break his grip, her warm, flowing white tits rising and falling as her chest heaved with tearful sobs.
"Oh, please, Curt, don't do anything to me," she begged. "Oh, please, leave me alone."
A cruel laugh rolled from his throat.
"I'm gonna just show you some fun," he said. "As a matter of fact, I'll bet that I'm a lot better at this type of thing than these young kids you've gone to bed with. Just give me a chance and I'll show you."
His trembling, excited fingers reached down and made a tug in the direction of her brassiere straps. He listened to the popping sounds of the straps falling free, then heaved a loud, deep sigh as he watched the firm, white flesh pop out of its previous confinement as the brassiere toppled to the floor.
"What a set of bazooms," he gulped. "Hell, you'd do more than drive the guys at school crazy. You'd drive every male teacher out of his mind. I'll bet they've thought of fucking you time and again.''
"You're making me sound so cheap."
"The hell I am. I'm just making you sound like what you are, a damned desirable piece of ass and there's nothing wrong with that."
Barbara began to wriggle her hips, trying to prevent her brother from humiliating her further. But Curt remained undaunted as he reached down and made a grab for her panties. His fingers quickly found the elastic waistband and now her buttocks and hips started to twist in spontaneous protest.
"This is disgusting, Curt," she shouted in a tearful voice. "Please, oh, stop, stop right now."
"Just shut your fucking mouth," he growled. I'm getting sick and tired of all of this protesting."
He removed his hands from her breasts, then reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. Her eyes widened in shock at the appearance of his thick, sturdy staff as it popped free in all of its blue-veined, meaty splendor.
"Just have a look at this prick," he grinned, moving his fingers up and down the bulging surface of his swollen, erect member several times.
She watched with increasing terror as he began to impatiently remove his shirt and trousers. Before long she was watching him slide his shorts down his legs, after which he stepped out of them and revealed his entire muscular body in its nude rigidity. Once more his fingers reached down and started to massage the firm base of his rubbery, bulbous shaft.
"Oh, damned, am I ever proud of my cock," he said, "and you're gonna be damned proud that you were fucked by me."
She watched as he heaved a deep sigh. Barbara braced herself as her brother promptly threw himself across her chest like a wrestler attempting to pin his opponent. His mouth fastened hungrily over her left breast. She immediately felt the warm, moist coupling as his lips closed over her ruby node, which was becoming increasingly hard. His rapacious mouth hungrily tantalized the sensitive, crinkly pink nipple and as the sucking sounds emanated from it her warm, voluptuous breast was vacuumed in between his lips.
As the panic-stricken turbulence in her stomach began to disappear, Barbara suddenly started to experience a new sensation. It began in her throbbing breasts and rippled along her stomach and into her now-sensitive pink pussy. A strange tickling feeling titillated her cunt and suddenly she noticed a dampness beginning to surface in the form of oozing erogenous juices.
Her brother clamped his hand over her moist, sensation-laden twat. His lascivious massage evoked a stronger excitation in her warm loins. Her cunt juices started to flow faster.
"This is where it's at," he laughed. "Oh, yes, ahhh, my little sister is quite a girl."