Chapter 4
Petey's cock was stiff and erect. He moved his hand lovingly over its surface, making it throb to his masturbating touch. A dewy drop of moisture was forming at its tip. Shit, she was a good looking piece of ass. He had never even noticed it before. He must have been blind.
When he woke up earlier, he had heard an angry masculine voice coming from downstairs. At first he thought that Maggie's husband might have come home. But as he listened more closely, he realized that it wasn't Jack's voice. He strained his ears in an effort to identify it, but he just couldn't place it. Yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he got out of bed to investigate.
He thought he heard the phrase "dope addict", and instinctively stepped lightly as he approached the top of the stairs. He heard his sister say something, but she was speaking too softly for him to make out her words. Dropping to his knees, he peered around the corner of a banister for a look at what was going on. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
There were three men in uniform talking to Maggie. He recognized them as the sheriff and his gooney deputies. He had been warned to stay away from that bunch by some of the kids. And he had always done his best to do so.
But they seemed to have some beef with Maggie. The two goons were holding her while the sheriff spoke to her angrily. They were tearing her clothes and pulling her to the floor. He wanted to do something to help her, but was frozen to the spot by his fear. Before he could react in any way, she was naked. The deputies were holding her down and the sheriff was standing before her.
His eyes widened as he stared at his sister's nude body. He had never realized how big and well-rounded her titties were. And those hips. They were dynamite. He hardly noticed the cops anymore. Now his eyes were riveted to her cunt. It was so hairy. Not like the girls he had been messing around with. Hell no! Maggie was a woman.
Her body was turned so that her feet were pointing at him. When the deputies began pulling her ankles apart, her cunt winked erotically up at him. It looked all red and shiny-like she was enjoying what they were doing. When one of the deputies started playing with her nipples, she didn't even try to stop him. Petey wondered what the hell was going on.
The sheriff opened the front of his pants, and the youngster thought that they might be getting ready to rape her. But the expression on her face, and the sounds she was making left him unsure. She didn't seem to be objecting. Not any more than some of the girls Petey had fucked. As the lawman fell to his knees between her thighs, she sighed passionately. No, it didn't look like she needed any help.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Petey settled down to watch. His prick was already beginning to harden. As he shifted uncomfortably about, it protruded from the front of his pajamas, throbbing with youthful sexual exuberance. Unconsciously, he began stroking it lightly.
When the sheriff moved over Maggie, Petey gasped. But nobody heard him. As the burly cop's prick slid slowly into his sister's pussy, the boy pulled more firmly on his own swollen dick. He could see Tilden's heavy sac of nuts swinging forward to slap at Maggie's body. Automatically, he reached into the front of his pajamas to pet his own wrinkled scrotum.
His crotch was tingling all over, and his nuts ached dully. His sac felt like it was going to burst. Grasping the collar of flesh which ringed his prick he began to pull it up and down. His balls hurt even more.
Sheriff Tilden had rammed his cock in all the way now, and Petey could see his sister's body straining to merge with his. The sight of her writhing and moaning as the big cop fucked her was almost more than the pre-teener could bear. His body felt like it was on fire. His head was spinning drunkenly. His cock was so stiff that he thought it might shatter. He heard himself moaning involuntarily.
Suddenly the kid's blood ran cold. God, what if they heard him. That fuckin' cop was liable to do anything. According to what he heard, Tilden would think nothing of cracking his head with a billy-club. He had to get out of there before they spotted him.
Moving as silently as he could, he rushed down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door, quietly, he sat on the cover of the toilet seat and tried to catch his breath. But his lungs just couldn't get enough oxygen.
The recollection of his sister's naked body haunted him. She was beautiful. The sexiest woman he had ever seen. Her tits were like melons. And her cunt was so juicy that it looked good enough to eat. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the vision of her lying naked on the floor while the sheriffs bloated cock penetrated her. He tried to imagine how it felt for the cop to have Maggie's sweet, sweet pussy wrapped around him. He closed his fingers tenderly around his prick and tried to duplicate the warmth which Tilden must have felt.
Stopping for a moment, he held his fingers to his mouth and covered them with saliva. Slowly, he began rubbing it into his adolescent prick. It felt good. He imagined himself entering her pussy with it. Quickly, he slipped out of his pajama pants.
His eyelids pressed tightly together as his head filled with lustful fantasy. His hand moved up and down with a rhythmic, steadily increasing tempo. His other hand cupped his scrotum, to heighten the auto-erotic pleasure. At that moment, he wouldn't trade ten Amy Bradshaws for his masturbating hands and the thoughts of his sexy naked sister.
Maggie was walking in a daze. She had just been brutally raped, yet there was nothing she could do about it. There was no one she could call on to help her, and no place she could turn for redress, Tilden was the law. And that made him immune from retribution.
What bothered her most, though, was her own state of mind. She hadn't felt like screaming for help anyway. She felt aroused. Excited. As much as she hated Tilden for degrading and humiliating her the way he had, she had to admit that he turned her on. His cock fired a spark in her pussy, and the spark fanned to flame. But he failed to extinguish the blaze.
She knew that her finger couldn't satisfy her this time. She had been too close. Too close to pouring the fluids of her orgasm onto a man's bucking penis. Too close to having her pussy explode in cock-stuffed delight. Oh, if only Jack was home. He would know how to please her. He would know what to do for the ache in her pussy.
All she had to take his place was an icy cold shower. And deep down, Maggie knew that wouldn't help much either. Lost in thought, she reached for the knob of the bathroom door and pushed it open. Absently, her hand went for the light switch. But it was already on.
"Petey," she said. "What are you doing?" But the answer was very plain. For when she looked up, there he was-naked-with his rigid young cock in his hand. Maggie stopped in her tracks. For the moment she forgot that she too was naked.
Her little brother's cock was much smaller than Jack's or Brady Tilden's. But it was a masculine organ. There was no doubt about that. And it was hard and erect as any man's. Speechless, she stared at it. Her lips were becoming very dry. The sight of his penis was going to her head.
Petey just sat and looked at her, his hand frozen to the shaft of his prick. She could see his eyes sliding down over her nudity. They caressed the softness of her tits and lingered at the moist slash of her pussy. Then they returned to her face.
The way he was looking at her made her all hot and tingly inside. She didn't understand it, but she was too aroused to ignore it. Inhaling deeply, she filled her lungs with air to make her tits stand up high on her chest. She watched as his cock twitched in his hand. "Have you been jerking off?" she asked softly. Her voice was husky with desire.
Petey nodded. "I saw you and the sheriff fucking," he answered. "It got me all turned on."
Maggie ran her hands seductively over her nakedness. "What did you like most?" she asked. Her fingertips were playing unconsciously with a strand of her shining copper pubic hair.
"Looking at you," he answered simply. "You're beautiful with all your clothes off." His hand was moving up and down on his pecker again. His tongue flicked out repeatedly to moisten his parched and cracking lips.
The effect that her body was having on him was obvious. He was even more excited than Brady had been. It was a thrill to be so desired. Her cunt throbbed with sensuous longing. "Touch me," she murmured. It sounded like a prayer. Stepping forward, she nudged his forehead with the point of her tit.
Petey's mouth dropped open. He was obviously shaken. Obviously unsure of how to respond. He reached up timidly to place his fingertips on her taut white belly. But that wasn't what Maggie had in mind.
"Not there, silly," she whispered. "Here." Taking his hand, she guided it to the swollen curve of her breast. His fingers were trembling. "It's all right," she said softly. "I'm your sister. You don't have to be ashamed."
Petey's hand closed over the softness of her tit. His movements were clumsy, and she wondered if it was the first time he had ever touched a girl there. Then she remembered what the sheriff had come to talk to her about in the first place . .. "Have you ever made love to a woman before?" she asked quietly. "Tell me the truth."
"No," Petey said with conviction. "Lots of girls, but never a woman."
"Well, I want you to make love to me now," Maggie uttered softly. "I need it."
Petey let go of his prick to take both of her breasts in his hands. She felt her rosebud nipples hardening against his soft and youthful palms. It was good to have a boy's hands on her. It made her feel even more a woman.
"Suck my nipples," she instructed, placing her hands on the back of his head. She urged him upward with gentle pressure on his scalp until his lips were gliding on their own over the softness of her boobs. He didn't need much coaxing.
The centers of her aureole discs stood out regally, inviting the caress of his lips and tongue. His awkwardness seemed to be passing rather quickly. He lapped circles around the erect little nubbins of pink, making her nipples even harder and more sensitive. She heard herself groaning as all the excitement she had felt at Brady Tilden's brutal penetration began to return.
When Petey's mouth closed over one ripe and luscious nip, she sighed with desire. "Oooohh, yessss," she hissed. "Lick me right there." Her fingers were tangling in his hair. Her hips were rotating as she ground her pelvis forward.
The boy continued sucking at his sister's titties while his fingers explored her body. She felt him caressing the curves of her powder white tits, and expelled a long sibilant breath through her teeth. Then he moved on to more erogenous areas.
One of his fingertips was moving slowly up and down the length of her vaginal slit, smearing her hotly flowing juices in its wake. She felt her cuntlips opening out to him. His finger entered carefully. Fluids began to pour hotly through the caverns of her inner cunt. She panted and wheezed uncontrollably.
Hungrily, she reached for his cock. It was small, and difficult to find. But when she did succeed in capturing it with her anxious fingers, she found it hard and pulsing. There was only a sparse sprinkling of hair at its base, and what there was of it was soft and downy. Playfully, she tugged at a strand. Then she returned to his boyish instrument.
It was fascinating, this hairless little organ. A promise of manly power throbbed youthfully through it. She stroked it up and down, stopping at its base to caress his balls. Then she whirled her fingers over its satiny head. A steady stream of goo was oozing from the slit at its tip. She spread it over the skin of the shimmering shaft.
Petey's finger was plunging in the crack of her pussy, driving as deep as it could go into her murky roiling depths. She hurled her pelvis forward at him, burying his probing digit still deeper. Her swollen clitoris nudged at his knuckle. He began toying with it.
Withdrawing from the heated slash of her pussy, he concentrated all his attention on the throbbing little love button. She felt him rolling it between his fingers, and jerking it slowly up and down. Within moments, uncontrolled gasps of pleasure were issuing from her lips. For a child, he knew quite a lot.
He teased and titillated the tiny pleasure bud with a practiced hand. She felt her temperature rising. Now two fingers impaled her, driving deep into her pussy, scissoring apart and together as they went. She uttered a low bestial whine. "Fuck me," she mumbled mindlessly. "Fuck me with your fingers."
Her brother's rhythm accelerated at her whispered command. His cock jerked spasmodically in her hand. She caressed it lovingly, cradling it like a bird in the softness of her palm and letting her fingertips run lovingly over its surface. She wondered how it would be to get screwed by so small and undeveloped a fuck-tool. Then thought faded under a blanket of passionate sensation.
Petey brought both hands to her pussy. The fingers of one framed the delicious work of art while the others delved its warm and humid depths. Now he skewered her with his fingers and toyed with her clitoris at the same time. The combination of stimuli robbed her completely of her reason.
His lips were back at her nipple-nibbling, kissing, biting, and caressing them. His tongue rolled freely over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She bit her lip in an effort to keep from crying out. But all she managed to do was smother the sound, making it throaty and deep. His fresh and adolescent was bowling her over.
Her hand tightened around his prick, milking it as she pulled it up and down. It had ground longer since she first touched it, but still it was the penis of a young boy. Yet, the feel of it excited her. Each time it throbbed, something in her pussy responded. For each pearly drop of fluid formed at its tip, her cunt gushed a river. Suddenly she wanted to feel it inside her.
"Petey," she croaked hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me."
At her words, his cock started throbbing again, and nearly doubled in size. For a moment, she thought it might end right then and there with the little prick spouting like a fountain of youth all over her hand. Desperately, she pinched its neck between her thumb and forefinger in an effort to stanch the torrent. It worked.
All of Petey's muscles had tensed as his body fought against the orgasm which had built inside of him. She could feel him trembling against her. His fingertips were motionless inside her pussy. His hands were quivering electrically. Gradually, he calmed. When he had himself together again, Maggie sank to her knees in the plush softness of the oval bathroom rug.
Petey hovered over her, his cock like a handle in her grasp. At the insistence of her touch, he too dropped to the floor. Lying beside her, he rubbed his naked body against hers. Maggie hummed erotically in the back of her throat. Tugging at his prick, she pulled him on top of her.
Her ballooning breasts squashed against his chest as he lowered his weight onto her. Her nipples drilled hotly into his skin. She lifted her ass from the floor to rub her pubes against his crotch. Her mound was steamy and wet. The curling hair which upholstered it plastered damply to her sensitive cunt-flesh.
She rubbed his smooth crotch skin with her hairy powder puff, buffing until he whined softly. She encircled him with her arms, pulling his chest tight against her tits. She bumped and ground, struggling to work his little hard-on into the slot of her vaginal opening. He was shorter than she, and her lips brushed against his forehead as he moved. He was so much younger. She felt like his mother instead of his sister. It was so deliciously wicked.
She could feel the head of his prick jabbing against her now. It was small, but very well defined. It kept bumping the lips of her pussy, but couldn't seem to find its way in. Reaching between their bodies, she took it in her hand.
Petey sighed when his sister touched his cock again. His eyes were shut, his face contorted with emotion. As she manipulated his penis with her fingers, she watched him grimace with agonized delight. She played a moment longer before inserting the youthful prick between the puffy flanges of her twat.
At first the little cockhead stayed where she put it, bathing luxuriously in the moisture of her vulvic ante-chamber. Then, as though an electric prod had been shoved up his ass, Petey rammed it forward. She felt it tunneling into her, aiming for the knob of her cervix. But it stopped far short of the mark. His pubic bone was tight against her, and she knew that he was in all the way. She was beginning to wonder whether he was big enough to satisfy her. Just then he started to move.
His hips undulated in six different directions as he threw his body forward and against her. His cock didn't go very far into her hole, but his pubic mound rubbed directly against her clit. He rocked forward and back, caressing the sensitive organ with his hairless hump. He backed off until his cock nearly plopped from her opening, and then he drove heavily downward again.
Maggie grunted. Her clit vibrated like a violin string as his body pulled away from her. She arched her back in an effort to glue herself to him. But his groin remained just out of reach. Only his cock connected them for a brief instant. Its head was grasped tenuously in the suckling lips of her cunt. Then he fell upon her once more, smashing into her clitoral knob and grinding his hips for emphasis.
"Oh yes, fuck my clit," she sobbed. "Fuck me, little brother. Fuck me good." Her eyes were glazed with a patina of lust. Mindlessly, she gazed up into his pubescent face. Her lips were soft and pliant, as she begged him for fulfillment.
This time when he came down on her, he kissed her, his tongue snaking out to jab and stab at hers. She threw her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, clasping his crotch against hers. She had him now and she wouldn't let him go.
Their bodies rotated in opposite directions, her clit bumping and thumping against the softness of his pre-teen skin. He spiraled first in one direction and then in the other, inscribing a circle inside her with the head of his cock. She felt her cunt juicing furiously, the juices flowing out to wet her sopping pubic bush and to lubricate the contact between them.
He rubbed himself against her while he fucked her, massaging her tits with his chest as he bumped her clit. A layer of sweat was all that separated them. He lacked experience, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and creativity. She felt herself being buoyed up to a new level of excitement.
She could feel the diminutive shaft of his penis against the lining of her cunt. The rubbery little head rammed out her vaginal wrinkles. But the stimulation of her clit overpowered all that. The tiny ganglion protruded completely from its sheltering sheath with nothing to protect it from total sensation. Each tingling contact lifted her even higher.
Mindless syllables of desire ripped from her throat as her naked body fused with that of her brother. Her hands moved over his back, her nails raking at his skin. She reached down to cup his wiry buttocks, pinching and squeezing them in exuberant fingers. Her ankles locked in the small of his back as she lifted herself tightly against him.
She felt an orgasm beginning deep inside of her, and her first desire was to let it rip. But she forced herself to hold it back. She wanted to feel him explode. She wanted to have him cum in her. It would be the most exciting experience she had ever had. And she could tell that it wouldn't be long.
A trickle of saliva was drooling from a corner of her little brother's mouth as his cock fucked into her cunt. He was panting noisily, like a stud bull in rut. "Maggie," he shouted suddenly. 'This is it. Going to cuuuuummmmm."
He sounded frightened and unsure. "It's all right, baby," she cooed. "Let it flow."
With that his cock exploded. The first spurt was a little one, hardly wetting her insides as it flew. But the second was more powerful. And the third more powerful yet. His prick was pumping and pounding with a rhythm that seemed to go on forever. Each new spasm brought another gush of adolescent semen. Her cunt was filled with heated syrup.
He didn't show any signs of letting up. The torrent just kept on coming. She felt thick rivers of it oozing out to stain the bathmat, while an ocean of sperm rushed into her belly. Her mind was spinning, eyes crossing and uncrossing. There was no holding it back any longer. With a shriek of satisfaction, she let her own climax begin.
The universe expanded to an infinite void of multi-colored comets and flashes. Uncontrollably, she hurtled through space. Wave upon wave of orgasmic fulfillment passed over her, galvanizing her body to spastically jerking action. She coughed and she sobbed, tears of passionate pleasure flowing freely from her eyes.
His cock continued spurting inside of her while her cunt anointed it with sweet-flowing oil. Everything else ceased to exist. The mutual orgasm was endless. It was overwhelming.
Even after her paroxysms had ceased, his cock poured its cargo of semen into her womb. And after the river stopped, the organ stayed hard and fully erect. When they finished fucking, they just lay there, their bodies joined by his stiff prick in her pussy. She could tell be the way it felt inside her that it wouldn't be long before both of them were ready for another bout with ecstasy.