Chapter 1
My sister Janice eloped when she was eighteen with some guy she met one evening at a dance. It proved to be an unsatisfactory relationship, and six months later she returned to live with us in our two family home in Bensonhurst. My parents were eager for her to enroll in a Community College, but Janice was never too keen on education. Instead she got a job as a check-out clerk in a supermarket. It wasn't much, but it kept her off the streets and provided her with a little pocket money for clothes.
Although I was younger than Janice by two, years, my parents have always treated me with more respect, probably because I am a boy. Before her ill fated marriage, Janice resented my air of superiority and made it a habit to ignore my advice. If I told her to do one thing, she would invariably turn around and do exactly the opposite.
After returning to live with us, however, I noticed a definite change in her attitude toward me. Whether this change was the result of her bad experience, or something else, I do not know. Nevertheless, I am sure that she began to look up to me with an almost unnatural reverence.
Very often, after school I would go out walking with her hand in hand, and on weekends the two of us would go to movies together. Janice became possessive and began to insist that I spend my free time with her. She dragged me along when she went shopping-even if it was for the most intimate apparel. I would protest that I knew nothing about woman's panties or hosiery or brassieres or pantyhose. What help could I be when she went shopping for those garments? Nevertheless, Janice insisted that I come along with her.
Naturally, if I had known the consequences of her newly found affections for me, I would have run as from fire. But how could I have known that she was beginning to think of me, not as a brother, but as a lover? How could I have known the secret desire which impelled her toward me like an impending catastrophe? I only thought that she was lonely, and I tried as best I could, to be a companion for her, to act as a friend and an adviser. After all, she had just been through a rather harrowing experience, and I could see the scars which it had left upon her.
One afternoon, a Thursday afternoon in the last week in April, I returned from basketball practice about two o'clock and found my sister sitting at the dining room table, silently weeping. There was no one else in the house, and Janice probably hadn't heard me come inside because she didn't look up to greet me.
I stared at her for several seconds, and suddenly I felt various conflicting emotions well up in my heart. I have to admit that I felt sorry for her and I wished to rush to her and comfort her. I wanted to take her in my arms and wipe away her sorrow and stop her weeping.
But, I must also confess, my feelings were not completely altruistic. Her long red hair seemed so soft, so silky as it fell gently across the side of her face, onto the slope of her shoulders. Her skin seemed as white as ivory, and her round, voluptuous bosom pressed warmly against the buttons of her blue supermarket uniform. She was wearing a short skirt which reached down to mid-thigh as she sat, exposing an ample portion of her long, supple legs.
For no reason at all, I began to tremble all over. I had to bite my lips in order to regain self-control. For several seconds, I stood and watched her, wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. Would she resist me if I made an advance? Would she try to stop me?
No, I thought to myself. Janice isn't the type of girl to resist anything. I felt quite confident that I could have my way with her. If I wanted to fuck her, she would oblige. This feeling of complete domination which I experienced at that moment, served as a most potent aphrodisiac. I could feel a hardness grow inside of my pants, as my mouth grew dry.
"Janice," I called out hoarsely." What's the matter? Why aren't you at work?"
She jumped, as though I had touched her with a hot iron, "Oh, It's you.... I didn't hear you come in. I quit my job today."
"Really, I thought you liked it there?"
"Oh, it was a boring job," she replied, trying to act composed. "I didn't really like it They worked me like a dog and paid me a lousy two dollars and a quarter an hour. I should have quit a long time ago."
She wasn't telling the truth and I knew it. Something had happened to her at the store, and I was determined to find out what I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulders and led her into the living room. She followed me quite naturally, like a little puppy following her master.
"Listen, Janice," I said, sitting on the couch, opposite from her. "Why were you crying?"
"It's nothing." she answered, her eyes averting my gaze.
"Tell me," I insisted. "It's no good to keep these things bottled up inside. What made you cry?"
"All right, if you have to know," she said. "I was having this affair with a man who works in the store and today he broke it off. That's what happened, if you must know."
I was a bit puzzled. If she was having an affair with someone, she sure had kept a good secret of it. She never went out at night, and on the weekends, when she did go to a movie or shopping, it was either with me or with my mother. She hardly left the house alone, except when she went to work, which kept her occupied from nine-thirty in the morning till six-thirty in the evening.
"How's it possible?" I asked. "You haven't gone out on a date since..."-I hesitated-"since the annulment How could you be having an affair, when no one knows about it?"
"Oh, Bobby, it's not even an affair," she laughed. "The guy never took me anywhere, and he hardly even acted like he knew me. He just used me, like a rag. I guess he's gotten tired of me or something, cause he just told me not to bother him anymore. What an idiot I was to fall for a prick like that."
"What guy?" I asked. "Is it someone you work with?"
"Yeah," Janice replied. "It's the guy who works in the appetizer department in the supermarket. It started with him about two months ago. One day the two of us were downstairs in the basement having lunch. We got to talking, and then he made a pass at me."
"So...."
"So, I fell for him. I mean, he didn't lie to me about anything. He told me that he was married and had three brats. He never told me that he loved me or anything like that. I guess he was just looking for some action on the side. He liked to bang me and I enjoyed getting banged and that was the extent of our short lived affair."
"When did you do it?" I asked. "Don't tell me that he screwed you during work."
Janice nodded. "It may sound funny, but that's just how it happened. A lot of times the two of us would go down to the storage room in the basement. He used to fuck me while I was standing up. I would pull up my skirt and drop my panties, and he would stick it into me. A couple of times he gave it to me in the meat freezer. Once or twice we did it in the manager's office. Hell, we must have done it in every goddamn corner of that goddamn supermarket. Once, after the store was closed, I gave him a blow job while he was sitting inside one of those carts. I guess the manager must have complained that he was getting paid to work and not play, so that's why he told me to get lost."
As Janice spoke, she crossed her legs once or twice, and for brief seconds I would catch a glimpse of her panties underneath her skirt. My head began to spin and I could almost smell the wild aroma that emanated from her body. I could almost feel the heat of her flesh, even though I was sitting a good ten feet away from her.
I tried as best as I could to ignore the temptations of her sexuality, but I was fighting a losing battle. The story she had told me about her affair only served to enrage my passions, to excite me to a point where I could hardly control myself. The more I attempted to suppress the forbidden thoughts that pounded in my brain, the more insistent those thoughts became, plaguing me like little devils with horned heads. What started out for me as a tiny spark of curiosity was building, slowly and unavoidably into a mighty conflagration.
Janice must have sensed my feelings, because she started to pull down on her skirt, and cross her legs tightly. like a fool, I stared at her breasts, at their round softness, and my eyes made her uncomfortable and she began to fidget.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "You're looking at me in a funny way, not at all the way a brother is supposed to look at a sister."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything."
Janice suddenly started to laugh: "I've seen that look before. Yes, I know that I've seen that look before. Do you want to know when."
"When?"
"Whenever someone wants to fuck me," she replied. "I'm ashamed of you Bobby. After all, I am your sister, you know. Don't tell me that I turn you on."
Suddenly Janice seemed more relaxed, as though she had just made up her mind about something very important. Her legs spread apart so that I could see the creamy flesh of her thighs further up. I could see all the way up to her panties, and for a second I even imagined that I saw the outline of her slit pressed against them. But of course this was my imagination playing tricks on me. It was much too dark for me to see that far up her skirt.
"Do I turn you on?" she asked once again.
"You're crazy," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"That's what you say!" she exclaimed. "But I've been around long enough to know when a boy wants me!"
"Come off it," I protested. "I'm your brother!"
"So?" Janice laughed. "My girlfriend Judy once did it with her brother. Of course she was only fifteen at the time, and he was twenty. But it goes to show you, nothing is sacred. Would you like to fuck me, Bobby? The truth now. Supposing you had the opportunity, would you use it?"
"Well, maybe I would."
"Ha," she laughed. "Men are all alike, even my own little brother. You're a good looking boy, you know. For seventeen, you look good to me. I have to admit that I've wondered more than once what it would be like to fuck you. Are you shocked?"
"No," I stuttered. "A couple of times when I saw you coming out of your bedroom, wearing only your nightgown, I've had some ideas myself. But the important thing is that we don't let these things get out of control."
Janice got up from where she was sitting, and sat down on the couch opposite me.
"You know," she said. "When we were younger, I used to think that you were a snotty prig. But I've grown sort of fond of you, since I've come back to live here. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think about you. Do you think it's love?"
"No," I replied.
"Then what would you call it?"
"Sex, I guess. That's what I feel toward you."
For a moment she stared into my eyes and I stared into hers and we both knew what would follow. Almost instinctively I threw my arms around her neck, and pulled her toward me. I kissed her hard on the lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against her shiny white teeth, against her gums and the hard ridges of her upper palate. The taste of her sweet saliva mingled with mine, as she sucked my tongue deep inside of her. She bit on it, softly at first, and then more sharply.
Slowly, almost instinctively, my hands explored the fruits of her young, voluptuous body. I pawed her knees and her legs, and I reached between her creamy soft thighs. Janice spread them apart for me, giving my fingers plenty of room.
As my nails rubbed against her stockings, they made a sharp uncomfortable hiss. I squeezed the warmth of her inner thigh as I reached up to the very fringes of her panties. Gently I nuzzled my way inside, so that in another second I touched the forbidden treasure of her sexuality. She jumped as my fingers pulled open the slit of her cunt and pushed their way inside her moist hole.
I fingered her nice and tenderly, frigging the inner walls of her sopping wet orifice. She responded by closing her legs tightly around my hand and sucking my fingers into her with all her might. I could feel her insides churning, as she revolved her buttocks and moved back and forth, as though she were seated on a package of sharp needles.
"Bobby, kiss me," she cried.
As I continued to finger her, I bent over and kissed her neck and throat. I bit her earlobe, and gently blew into her ear. She tingled all over, pressing herself closer to me, rubbing her soft, milky breasts against my chest.
I pulled my finger out of her cunt, and reached up to her blue supermarket smock. I unbuttoned it gently, one button at a time, lifting her hands as I pulled it off of her. Then my hands climbed up her back, to the hooks of her brassiere. I slowly undid them, pulling off the cups and releasing the large breasts that were imprisoned underneath. They looked like two white mounds of snow, capped by a pair of nipples that were hard and firm as cherries.
"They're beautiful," I said. "Did anyone ever tell you that you had a beautiful pair of jugs."
Janice laughed: "Let's see what you've got."
"Okay," I replied. "Go on and open my zipper."
She did, reaching inside with her slender fingers. She grabbed hold of my cock and pulled it out. It was as hard as a rock, jutting up like a spear at a forty five degree angle. Janice bent over and kissed it tenderly on the head. Then she laved it with her tongue, licking it so that it was all covered with her hot saliva.
"Looks like we've gone too far to turn back now," she whispered. "Let's go into my room to do it. You'll enjoy it much better if you fuck me on the bed, instead of out here in the living room. Besides, you might leave a stain out here, and that wouldn't be at all good."
"I wonder what Mom would say, if she knew what we were doing?"
Janice laughed: "I could just imagine the look on her face if she could only see us now. Me with my titties hanging out, and you with your cock sticking out of your pants. I'm sure that it would drive her up the wall. I don't think that Daddy would like it either. He's such a stuffed shirt, that he still hasn't forgiven me for running off and eloping without his permission. If they could only see us now!"
Janice got up off the couch and picked up her brassiere and her smock. Afterwards she took my hand and she led me into her bedroom and she closed the door. She made me sit on the bed and watch as she stripped.
"Do you want to see me naked?" she asked.
I nodded.
Slowly she unzipped the side of her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. Her flaming red hair sparkled like fire, and her teeth flashed a smile.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she asked. "Do you want to smell it?"
I nodded again, trembling as I looked into her face, at her jiggling breasts, at her come stained panties. Underneath I could see the soft triangle of dark red fur that grew up from between her legs like a curly beard. I could also make out the outline of her slit as it pressed against the reinforced fabric at the crotch of her panties.
Janice must have known that she was teasing me as she played the stripper while I watched from the bed. She danced around the room for awhile, swaying her hips gently, throwing her arms in the air as she shook her head round and round.
"Please," I screamed. "I can't stand it anymore."
Janice reached down and undid the buckle of her garter belt. First she rolled one stocking down her leg, and then the other, so that in a second she was standing in front of me, wearing only a pair of bikini panties.
She walked over to me, and pulled her hands around my neck and pulled my head towards her bosom. She buried me in her cleavage, nearly smothering me with her affections. Just as I was about to pull her down on the bed, next to me, she pulled away.
"Not yet," she smiled. "First I have to take off my panties, lover boy."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of her undergarment, gently pulling it across her belly and rump, down past her thighs and calves, till it fell around her ankles. She kicked the fragrant garment with her toes, standing completely naked in front of me.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she asked. "Do you want me to spread my legs for you."
"Yes," I replied.
Janice did as I asked, and for the first time I had a clear, unimpeded view of her sexual gene-talia. I had never seen a more delightful vision in all my born days. She was all red down there, between her legs, the folds of her labia hanging down like overripe fruit, her clitoris tingling, her legs trembling before my gaze.
I quickly unbuckled my belt, and pulled off my trousers and then my shorts and my shirt, so that I too was completely naked, throwing my shoes and socks on a chair across the room. I took Janice's hand and pulled her into bed with me, underneath the covers, so that we were nice and snug inside, just a brother and sister holding one another.
I could feel the warmth of her flesh as it yielded to mine and the exciting fragrance of her sexuality as it emanated from her vagina, rising up like a fog as it wrapped itself around my body. The entire room seemed covered with the salty smell of her cunt. She was sweating all over, underneath her armpits, between her legs and around her neck. It wasn't an ordinary kind of sweat, the kind that offends, the kind that disgusts. Rather it was the smell of sex, the wild, earthy smell of passion, a smell the entices, a smell that intoxicates.
I kissed my sister Janice, my beautiful red headed sister, on her soft white throat, gently biting her shoulders and neck. My face slowly descended and in a second I was sucking on her breasts. At first I bit a little too hard, trying to eat her up, to swallow her round, bouncy mammaries. I caressed them tenderly, kissing them with my lips, licking them with my tongue, biting them with my teeth.
Janice moaned as I took her nipples into my mouth and chewed them tenderly. With my hands I kneaded the buttery flesh of her breasts, cupping them in my palms, squeezing them and pinching them till she started to writhe on the bed like a snake.
I continued to explore her young body with my hands and mouth, kissing her stomach and belly, inserting my finger into her fragrant navel, making her jump as I touched the warmth of her inner thighs.
Slowly I moved my face across her body, lower and lower, past her pubic forest, until I finally reached the golden gates of the Garden of Eden.
Janice spread her legs wide apart, so that my mouth had easy access. She pushed her cunt into my face, and I kissed it tenderly. I traced the outline of the deep slit with my tongue, licking all the way to the crack of her ass. She tasted a bit salty down there, but I didn't mind. In fact, the flavor was rather enjoyable once I got used to it. I lapped up the thick feminine juices that were dripping out of her hole, prying open the drape-like folds of her labia.
I could hear Janice give out a slight animal, moan as I grabbed her honey-pearl between my thumb and my forefinger. She began to shake wildly as I squeezed her throbbing clitoris.
"Take it into your mouth." she instructed. "I like it when a man takes it into his mouth."
I lifted it up with my tongue and sucked it inside, the way you would suck in the insides of a clam. I bit onto it tenderly, not hard enough to damage her, but applying enough pressure so that she would feel what I was doing. I licked her clit and applied an exhilarating friction against its surface with my lips and teeth. Then, I continued my explorations, inserting my finger and then my eager tongue into her love hole. It was deep, dark and dank inside. She was moist and juicy and I could tell that she was ready for the big bang. I gave her pussy one last kiss, the good-bye kiss, before I lifted my head up from between her legs. I climbed on top of her, reaching with my hands underneath her soft, round buttocks. I grabbed hold of them with my palms and lifted her. Then I pushed my knee between her thighs, and opened her up. Although I wasn't a very experienced lover, having only laid three other girls before Janice, it seemed to me that I was doing a pretty good job on her. I had her nice and hot, eager for my cock, and now I was getting ready to shove it into her.
At that moment a sudden pang of guilt swept over me. I don't know what exactly caused it. Maybe it was her face, lying softly on the pillow, her eyes closed, her lips half parted. Maybe it was the picture of me and her and our parents that I saw on the dresser to my right. Or maybe it was my conscience trying to stop me from taking that last step.
"What's taking you so long?" Janice suddenly asked. "Don't tell me that you're chickening out? Don't tell me that you're not going to do it to me.
"In a second, bitch," I replied, biting my lip. Nothing was going to stop me, not after I had come so far. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I could taste it. No, I wasn't backing out. It was really too late to back out at this point.
I kissed Janice on her breasts, as I rammed my horn into her cunt. The first time I couldn't get it completely in because I wasn't positioned right. Janice lifted herself up just a little bit, and the next time I slid into her without a hitch.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried. "Oh Bobby, darling! Sweet, sweet Bobby!"
I shoved my cock in till it was well imbedded inside of her cunt, and she closed her legs around it just like an oyster, swallowing me into her womb. I could feel the teeth of her cunt chewing at me, her vaginal muscles expanding and contracting around my organ, hauling at it, massaging it, biting it and caressing it.
The two of us rolled around the bed, locked in a sweaty, slippery embrace. At first I was on top of her, and then she was on top of me and then we were lying side by side. You know how they portray sex in books and in movies? It's supposed to be a gentle, lyrical thing, a poetic exercise. Well, it wasn't that way with me and my sister. Rather, it was a power struggle, a physical contest for sexual dominance. It seemed almost as though she was a bronco and I was a rider, trying to break her. She kept bucking up and down, trying to throw me, trying to beat me in this violent game. But I held onto her with all my strength. I couldn't lose to her. I couldn't let her dominate. I had to stay on top no matter what.
Janice was able to upset me once, making me turn over as she sat above, holding my cock firmly with the muscles of cunt. Her breasts jiggled up and down, heaving like two hard ripe pomegranates. Her nipples were hard and ripe, and her flaming red hair was pasted down against her forehead, wet with perspiration.
I reached up with my hands to her belly and I pushed her over and in a second our positions were reversed. I held her firmly this time and I wouldn't let her go. I kept jerking my cock into her and soon I could feel a rumbling in her womb. She began to shake her hips and her pelvis, digging her fingernails into my back. She ripped me mercilessly, biting my lips. Suddenly her convulsions came. The sweet moment of climax, that sweet orgasm which I had produced started slowly at first and then with more force. She began to shake and heave her buttocks, tightening her arms and her legs. She stiffened as the waves of pleasure enveloped her body and then she relaxed. This continued for several moments, as she stiffened and then relaxed again and again, a soft moan emanating from her lips.
It didn't take much longer for me to come. I tried to hold myself back as much as possible. I tried to postpone my ejaculation by breathing deeply and tightening my muscles. But soon I couldn't stand it any longer. I let go and found sweet release as the thick heavy cream shot out of my cock in short, sharp machine gun spurts. I emptied myself inside of her and then I fell back, completely exhausted.
We lay in each other's embrace for about ten minutes. By that time, my once mighty organ was limp and relatively small. I rolled off Janice and pulled it out. She patted it with her fingers and bent over to give it a kiss.
"You know, brother," she said. "If I knew that you could fuck like that, then I would have come to you a long time ago. How the hell did you get to be so good?"
"I don't know," I replied, quite pleased with my performance.
"How do you feel now that it's all over?" she asked.
"Relaxed.... I feel mighty relaxed."
"No, I don't mean that," she chafed. "I mean, do you feel guilty or anything "
"Not really," I lied. "I liked it. It was nice fucking you. We ought to do it again sometime."
Suddenly Janice looked up at the clock. It was almost a quarter to six. Our mother, who was downtown shopping, would be home at any moment.
"Get dressed," Janice said. "Quickly, get out of my room."
When she wasn't looking I took her panties along with me, hiding them in my closet, underneath my bowling ball. Later that night, before I went to sleep, I locked my door and took my sister's panties to bed with me. I put them next to my face and sniffed them all over, especially at the crotch, where the reinforced fabric was still slightly damp. Before I knew it, I was rubbing my cock against the garment. I jerked off inside of them, and then then fell asleep.
Later that night, I had a dream about Janice. Needless to say, it was a wet one.