Chapter 4
For the next couple of weeks I was as happy as a lark, without a care or worry in the world. I suppose that a steady diet of pure, unadulterated sex will do that for anyone. My cheeks grew rosy, my disposition turned cheerful, and I even gained a little weight. My schoolwork began to improve, and my coach was amazed by the change that had taken place in me. Almost overnight, I was transformed into the best basketball player on the team.
I must say, Stephanie proved to be a great comfort to me. She was there when I needed her, at the drop of a hat. She was a most ardent lover, completely uninhibited, willing to try almost anything. But more important than the sexual gratification, was the emotional warmth she provided me with. She was a very sympathetic and understanding person, and in her presence I felt relaxed and secure. The great feelings of guilt and shame that gnawed on my insides disappeared. It was as though her love had transformed me into a stronger, more stable personality.
Then, one Saturday afternoon, the hellish nightmare began again. My mother and father had gone to visit a relative in Queens, so that Janice and I were all alone in the house. Subconsciously I must have known what was about to happen. If I had wanted to avoid it, I could have gone away until my parents returned. But instead, I chose to remain in the house with my sister, knowing quite well what the consequences might turn out to be.
I was lying on my bed, in my shorts and a tee-shirt, reading a history book for next weeks examination. The window was partly open, and a cool breeze blew into my room. I think that it was about two o'clock, when I heard a knock on the door.
It was Janice. She didn't even wait for me to ask her to come in. She was wearing a purple smock and slippers, and her hair was done up in a bun, in a most pleasing manner. There was a twinkle in her eye, as she padded across the floor, to the bed.
"Hi, Bobby," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice. "Hi...."
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
"Well...." I stammered, looking up at her. "I'm not dressed. Maybe you'd better not?"
"Oh, come on Bobby," laughed Janice. "You don't have to be so goddamn formal. After all, I've seen you in jockey shorts before. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, I've seen you wearing much less than that. Remember Thursday afternoon? Don't tell me that you've forgotten about the fun we had together? To tell you the truth, almost every night before I go to sleep, I keep thinking about you Bobby. I keep hoping that you'll come to me. You can't imagine how badly I want you."
"Cut it out, Sis!"
"I wish I could," laughed Janice obscenely. "Can I help it if I'm horny? Can I help it if I want to grab hold of your cock and kiss it with my mouth and lick it with my tongue? Can I help it if I want to feel your big, hard pecker lodged firmly inside of my creamy nest. Bobby, did you know that you make me wetter than a bitch in heat?"
"Stop talking like that," I protested. "If there was ever anything between us, then it's finished. After all, I'm your brother and you're my sister."
"So what? It makes no difference to me. I love you and that's all that really matters."
"No," I whispered. "You're not going to seduce me again. I absolutely refuse. I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to fuck you again, the way I did the other time."
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong." I explained. "You can't imagine the guilt that I suffered. I couldn't eat or sleep or even think straight. I tell you Janice, it's over between us. I'll have nothing to do with you again."
"Come on, Bobby, don't be such a spoilsport. Who is it going to hurt if the two of us romp around on the bed a little bit? I mean, you don't even have to screw me if you don't want to. I just want to feel your body close to mine; I want you to kiss me, and touch me. Is that asking too much of you?"
Janice had a fiendish twinkle in her eyes. Her face was soft and white, and her skin was creamy smooth. Her clean red hair glowed luxuriously.
The smock that she was wearing pretty much covered her figure, although I could clearly make out the steep swell of her milky bosom underneath. I shuddered ever so slightly, as I contemplated the possibilities that lay before me. Suddenly, without any warning, I got an erection. It began quite slowly, as a trembling feeling in my balls, but very soon the warm glow spread out along the length and breadth of my limp organ. Soon it began to grow, an inch at a time, until it was so big that it formed a definite, most embarrassing bulge in my jockey shorts. I turned red in the face, hoping that I could cover myself before Janice saw what had happened. But it was too late. Just as I was about to roll underneath the sheets on my bed, she reached out with her hands, and placed them right over my bulging cock.
"Where do you think that you're going?" she asked, a big beaming smile on her face. "I know that you've got a hard-on. There's no use pretending that I don't turn you on. There's no use pretending that you don't want me the same way that I want you."
"Well, I don't!" I exclaimed.
"Why? Have you got something better than me? I've got a nice, warm pussy that's getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. Wouldn't you like to touch it? There isn't a man in the world who can resist such a tempting dish."
"Listen, Sis," I sighed. "I know what you're trying to do, and I'm warning you beforehand that it won't work."
"Won't it now?" laughed Janice wickedly. "In the end you'll give in, so you might as well quit pretending. I know that there's nothing that you would like better than to fuck me right now. Be honest with yourself for once in your life. Come over here and kiss me. I won't tell anyone on you. It'll just be out little secret."
As I stared at Janice's young, voluptuous body, I felt a fever pounding in my brain. It was as though I was standing at the edge of a cliff, tempted to look down into the abyss, when I should have been backing away from the edge. I felt helpless, like a drowning man. I kept struggling with myself, trying to keep afloat, and yet I knew that it was a hopeless battle. Soon I would grow tired and weak, and then the tides of passion would sweep me to an ignominious defeat. Still, I continued to fight, to resist.
"Listen," I said in a harsh, brutal tone. "Get the hell out of here. I told you that I'm not going to make love to you. Can't you understand that, you filthy whore, you stupid bitch."
Janice laughed. "Go on, call me all the names that you want. Call me a cunt, a cocksucker, a tramp! I don't mind. I like men who insult me. I like men who degrade me. It makes it so much better in the end, when they finally have to give in. Then I swallow them up with my insides, till there's nothing left of them, till they're a dry as an empty chicken bone."
"You're mad."
"No, I'm not," whispered Janice. "Every woman is like me. There isn't a woman in the world who doesn't go crazy when it comes to sex. There's no way to resist the impulse. It's too strong, too overwhelming."
"So why don't you find yourself a boyfriend in the neighborhood?" I asked suddenly, thinking that I had found a solution to Janice's powerful lusts. After all, if she was horny, there were plenty of big studs who lived on the block who would be more than happy to service her.
"What about it Sis?" I asked again. "You're a good looking girl. You shouldn't have any trouble finding a guy. There's a dance tonight, at the Church. Why don't you go there?"
"Cause I don't want to," replied Janice. "I'm not interested in other men. I'm only interested in you. I can't help myself."
Suddenly Janice got up from the bed, and reached for the belt of her smock. She undid it, quite slowly and deliberately, as I watched her from where I was lying. My cock was still hard and erect, and I felt as though it would explode in a couple of minutes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting undressed," replied Janice.
"Not in here."
"Oh, come on, Bobby boy," sighed Janice. "I feel all hot and bothered. I think I would be much better if I took off this awful smock. Don't worry, I'm not naked underneath. I'm wearing a pair of panties and a bra."
Before I could say anything, Janice had pulled off the smock. Now she was standing in front of me in a pair of silky black panties, that were embroidered along the edges with red lace. The brassiere that she was wearing was also black, and her large, pear shaped breasts spilled out of the cups in a most enticing manner.
"What are you looking at?" asked Janice. "I thought that you weren't interested in me. You're staring at me so hard that I have the feeling that you're eyes are going to pop right out of your head if you don't watch yourself."
Janice walked over to me, and bent over, rubbing her ample cleavage against my face. The warmth of her flesh filled me with wild, uncontrollable desire, I stared down at her creamy white thighs, and I lusted for their soothing heat. I could see the outline of crisp pubic hair that stood up softly against her black panties. The thick, swollen lips of her cunt were also clearly visible, hanging down between her legs like ripe fruits in an orchard.
"Tell me the truth, Bobby," she whispered. "Don't I turn you on?"
I gulped: "Yes... Yes; you do."
"Would you like to see more of me?"
I nodded. "Yes..."
"Are you sure now?" asked Janice, in a soft, sexy voice. "I wouldn't want to do anything to you that you don't want me to do. If you want me to take off my bra, then all you have to do is ask."
"Yes," I muttered underneath my breath. "Yes, damn you! ! Don't keep teasing me like that. Please take off your brassiere, so that I can have a good, close look at your titties."
Janice reached behind her with her fingers, undoing the hooks of her brassiere. Then she rolled the shoulder straps down across her soft, white arms. In a second, the cups fell off, releasing the large, voluptuous mammaries that were imprisoned underneath. When I saw them, I was amazed by their beauty. I wanted to lunge out after them, like a child. I wanted to touch them, to feel their silky softness, to press my face against their creamy smoothness.
"Look at my nipples," whispered Janice, as she brushed her fingers against them. I watched as they bloomed, like two spring flowers, growing bigger and bigger till they were as hard as a pair of strawberries. I wanted to run over and bite on them with my eager teeth. I wanted to lick those delightful little buttons with my tongue, and kiss them with my lips. My entire body heaved and shook with wild, passionate convulsions.
"Hey, Bobby," laughed my sister. "You look funny. Do you want me to take off my panties? Maybe a good sniff of my pussy will make you feel a little better."
"Uh-huh," I nodded stupidly.
Janice rolled her hands down along her sides, grasping hold of the elastic waistband of her black panties. She moved slowly and deliberately, like a stripper, rolling the undergarment down, over her belly and rump.
"Hey Bobby," she asked suddenly. "Are you sure that you want me to go all the way? I mean, if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."
"No, don't leave," I gasped.
"Are you sure that you want me to stay?" asked Janice. "You weren't very friendly to me before. In fact, I got the distinct impression that you don't care for me anymore. Tell me that you love me, Bobby."
"I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure," I screamed. "Come on, take off your panties, for heavens sake. I can't stand it anymore. Can't you see that you're driving me up this goddamn wall."
"That's just what I want to do," laughed Janice.
"I like it when you're aroused. It makes me feel good."
Suddenly she began to dance in a most obscene manner, shaking her hips and gyrating her pelvis, as she lowered her panties down along her legs. Soon she was completely naked, prancing around the room like a ballerina. I was mesmerized by her performance, catching a glimpse of her raw, red cunt every now and then when she spread her thighs apart. I could see her tingling clitoris, and the hot lips of labia that guarded the entrance of her feminine sexuality.
"Hey," said Janice suddenly. "Why don't you slip out of your jockey shorts. You'll feel more comfortable that way. Besides, I'd like to get a good look at that big tool of yours."
"Sure Sis," I replied. "Anything you say."
By this time, my fate was sealed. I realized that I would be unable to resist her temptations. There was no way that I could escape the incestuous desires that pounded in my head. Janice had me trapped and she knew it. I suppose, that's why she looked so happy.
"Come on," she ordered. "I want to see your thing. I want to touch it. I want to bend over and, take a great big suck out of it. It looks absolutely yummy, standing up so big and hard against your shorts. I can hardly wait for you to stick it into my pussy. I tell you, I'm going crazy! You're driving me absolutely out of my head."
Janice continued to spin around the room, heaving her breasts and her buttocks in my direction, tempting me with her soft, sensual body, with her creamy wet pussy. As I kept my eyes glued on her, I got up on the bed and slid out of my shorts and tee-shirt. My big cock was hot and throbbing, and my balls were quivering with heated excitement. I reached down with my hands to my organ, and I lifted it up and began to rub it very softly, very quietly.
"Hey, I like to watch you do that," laughed Janice. "Tell me, do you masturbate often?"
"Sometimes," I replied.
"I masturbate almost every night," revealed Janice. "I can't go to sleep without an orgasm. I guess I'm just a nymphomaniac or something. Many nights, I think about you while I finger-fuck myself. Believe me, I really get turned on."
"Oh...."
"Sure, Bobby, honeyl I just love to think about that big prick of yours. I wish that I had a pair of scissors so that I can cut it off and keep it with me all the time. You know what I would do with it?"
"What?"
"I would take it to bed with me ever single night," explained Janice. "I would hold it close to me, and I would kiss it and lick it and make love to it until I was completely satisfied. That's what I would do with that big dong of yours."
"Hey," I suddenly said. "I hear that some girls use vibrators to masturbate with. Did you ever use a vibrator?"
"Well," laughed Janice. "Once, when I was fourteen years old, I stayed over at a girlfriends house. You remember Mary Sue, the girl who used to live on fifty-ninth street?"
"Vaguely," I replied. "Isn't she the one whose mother was a divorcee?"
"Yes, that's the one," nodded Janice. "When I was fourteen years old, I used to stay over at Mary
Sue's house quite often. Well she was the one who showed me how to use a vibrator. It was her mother's, although Mary Sue was also very fond of it."
"Did she use it on you?" I asked.
"Yes, she did," admitted Janice. "One night, she climbed into bed with me and she had the vibrator with her. She made me strip off my pajamas and spread my legs apart. Then she took the vibrator and she jammed it into my cunt and she turned it on by pressing a button."
"Was it good?" I asked. "Did you enjoy it?"
"I sure did," nodded Janice. "I was able to get an orgasm three or four times in a single hour that way. After I came, Mary Sue made me do the same thing to her. She was a pretty nice girl, but I think that she was a little queer, if you ask me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well," explained Janice. "One night she tried to kiss me. That was the last time that I went to visit her. Anyways, I never used a vibrator after that. I was often tempted to buy one, but I was afraid that Mom would find it. She's a big snoop and she always goes through my things. If she ever found a vibrator in my drawer, then I sure would have a lot of explaining to do."
"I suppose," I whispered, looking down at Janice's sweet, beautiful face. All this talk about sex served to enflame my desires even further. I was at the edge of my tether, straining at the leash.
"Hey, Bobby," she laughed. "You've got that look in your eye again. Don't tell me that you're all ready to get fucked."
"I sure am," I cried.
"Don't you want to watch me finger-fuck myself first?" she asked, spreading her legs wide apart, arching her back so that I had a clear, unimpeded view of her raw, red cunt. I wanted to reach out for it, to touch its slick, slippery surface, to drill my cock into its murky softness. But something held me back, paralyzing my muscles.
"Tell me, Bobby," asked my sister. "Have you ever seen a girl do it to herself? Have you ever seen a young girl play with her pussy?"
"Not really," I gulped.
"Then watch me do my thing," she laughed obscenely, grabbing hold of her slippery clitoris, massaging it with her thumb and forefinger. She played on it the way a violinist would play his violin, stroking it with her fingers, rubbing it in a very delicate manner. Then she arched her middle finger, and after hesitating for a second, she dipped it into the hole. She pushed it past the labial folds that guarded the entrance, digging deeper and deeper into her womb. I watched as the expression on her face turned wild and furious. She literally became an uncontrollable animal, as she proceeded to manipulate her heat, applying broad, heavy strokes to its enflamed surface.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried, her tongue hanging out of the sides of her lips. The thick syrup of her sexuality oozed out of her hole in prodigious quantities, sliding down along her loins and thighs.
"It's beautiful to watch you," I whispered excitedly, reaching out with my hand to grab Janice and pull her over to the bed. I went over and kissed her furry muff, reaching with my tongue to the mound of her love hole. I gave it a few hard, juicy licks.
"I like when you do that to me," Janice said passionately. "I just go crazy when a pair of lips kiss my cunt. It makes me squirm inside."
"Really?"
"Yes," nodded Janice. "Do you think that there's something wrong with me? Do you think that I'm oversexed? I can't seem to get enough of it. My former husband said that I drained his strength."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he used to call me a pervert," continued Janice. "You know why he called me that."
"Why?"
"Because I never let him alone. I used to make him fuck all of the time. I once made him do it to me five times in a single night. After all that he was so exhausted that he could hardly stand up on his two feet."
"He should have taken vitamins," I laughed, nuzzling my face into her cleavage. I could feel the warmth of her breasts burn against my cheeks. I felt safe and comfortable, like a little baby suckling on its mother's breast. My hand naturally fell between Janice's thighs, to the slope of her furry nest. I began to stroke it nice and softly, rubbing it with my fingers, massaging its sticky surface. I slowly pushed two of my fingers inside of her wet pussy and I revolved them in a rhythmical pattern.
"How does that feel?" I asked. "Do you like it when I play with your cunt?"
"It's heavenly," she laughed. "I simply adore you, Bobby. You have that magic touch that just drives me crazy. My former husband was quite inept when I compare him to you. He didn't really know how to satisfy me."
"Oh? Didn't you enjoy a good sex life when you were married to him."
"He was okay, I suppose," whispered Janice." But never in a million years could he make me feel the way you do. I tell you Bobby, I'm madly in love with you."
"Are you now?" I asked sarcastically. "Are you sure that you're in love with me, or is it really my big, hard cock that you love."
Janice laughed, pulling my head down against her breasts, pressing her legs together, rubbing her thighs in a most delightful fashion. I still had my fingers up her cunt, and I kept them there for several seconds more. Then I pulled them out and licked them off. The taste drove me nuts. It was the most delicious tasting liquid that I had ever sampled. It's fragrant sweetness melted on my tongue, spreading a warm feeling in my mouth.
Just as I was about to pull Janice down on the bed and climb on top of her, she jumped out of my embrace. She ran away from the bed, across the room, to the door.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" I asked, quite irritated. "Where are you going?"
"I'm running away from you," she laughed.
"What for?"
"If you want to fuck me then you'll have to catch me," laughed Janice. "You've got to work for what you get in this life. Isn't that what they say."
"You bitch," I screamed. "First you get me hot, and now you run away. That isn't fair."
"I don't care," laughed Janice.
"You tease," I screamed. "You goddamn cock-teasing bitch."
I jumped out of the bed and ran after her. I almost caught her in the living room, but she managed to elude my grasp. She threw a pillow in my face and stuck out her tongue at me, laughing wildly.
"What's the matter slow-poke?" she asked. "Can't you keep up with me?"
"You bitch," I muttered angry as a bull. I lunged out at her wildly, chasing her from one room into the other, jumping over furniture, knocking down chairs and tables as I continued my pursuit, hot on her trail. I finally managed to corner her in the kitchen, pinning her up against the refrigerator. Her long red hair was disheveled, falling softly across her neck and shoulders.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, a big smile spread across her face.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you," I laughed.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she whispered hoarsely.
"You bet, I'm going to fuck you," I replied. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Yummy," she smiled, her tongue smacking against her lips. "I can hardly wait for it, lover boy."
I slid my arms around her waist, and I dragged her, cave-man style, to the kitchen table, and made her lie down on top. Her thighs were soft and white, and she spread herself open eagerly. I looked down at her red gash of a cunt, and I could feel my blood pressure rising. My cock was hard and ready.
"Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," I replied, mounting her the way a rider would mount a stallion. She threw her arms around my neck and she kissed me with great passion, pulling me close to her, till I felt like I was suffocating.
"Put it into me now!" she begged, like a caged beast. "Please let me feel your cock inside of my body. I want it so bad that I'm going crazy."
"Sure, sweetheart," I laughed, sticking my tongue into her mouth first. Then I reached underneath, to her mushy soft buttocks. I pushed my fingers into the crack of her ass, moving them gently along the rim of the crevice.
"Oh Bobby, give it to me," she begged. "Please let me have it."
Well, they say that a gentleman shouldn't let a lady wait. And because I've always considered myself to be a gentleman, Janice didn't have to wait a single second longer. I held her firmly, while jamming my cock all the way up her soft, sweet cunt. I can't describe the sheer ecstasy which I experienced after making the initial penetration. It was simply heavenly. My entire body began to quake with pure pleasure. My eyes went round and round in circles, and my mouth grew dry and hot.
"Aguhhhhh...." I screamed, pushing my big phallus deep into her receptive womb. Her pussy was wet and murky, and as I moved my cock back and forth inside of it, I could feel an exhilarating friction pass through my body. She was holding me tightly, chewing away at my organ with the soft teeth of her steamy cunt. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, as I felt my heart beating at a furious pace.
"That's a good brother," cried Janice, apparently satisfied with my performance. "That's the way I really like it."
I could hardly hear what she was saying, as I was building for the sweet moment of orgasm. I still had my hands underneath Janice's ass, and suddenly I jammed my thumb into her anus. She was real tight up there, churning like a kettle of soup.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "That feels so good. I can hardly stand it any longer."
"Are you almost there?" I asked.
"Almost," she replied, digging her fingernails into my back, pulling me with all of her might. It seemed as though she was trying to tear me apart, as she bit my face and my neck, squeezing her thighs together, crushing my body in her loving embrace. I felt as though a boa constrictor was coiled aound me, as Janice prepared for that final moment of sexual release.
"I'm coming," she suddenly cried. "I'm coming ! ! ! I'm coming ! ! I"
She rumbled for almost fifteen minutes, moaning, and coughing at the top of her lungs. In the meantime, I had managed to shoot my load with a bit less flamboyance. Even after I had finished ejaculating, Janice continued to experience the heavenly delights of orgasm. It amazed me to watch her, as she heaved and shook for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. Her forehead was wet with perspiration, and her hair was disheveled and greasy. The muscles in her face were contorted in a grotesque grimace, and she grinded her teeth menacingly.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "It feels so good. It feels so, so good."
As I continued to watch her, I became envious. The pleasure that I had experienced from ejaculation was nothing when compared to the glorious ecstasy that she was going through. When it was finally over, she was completely exhausted.
"That was great," she laughed, kissing me on the chin. "You really know how to give it to a girl."
"I try my best."
"You know, I've never been fucked on the kitchen table before," she continued. "It was thrilling."
"Yeah," I laughed, climbing off of her. Now that it was over, I felt funny inside. I began to be plagued by fresh doubts. For the second time in a row, I had been unable to resist my sisters temptations.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" asked Janice suddenly. "A guy is supposed to be happy after he finishes getting laid. You don't look so happy." ' "Oh, I'm happy all right," I replied rather unconvincingly.
"What's bugging you?" insisted Janice, sitting on top of the table, her naked body glistening with moisture.
"It's nothing," I sighed. "I'm okay."
"Are you feeling guilty again?" asked Janice. "I told you before that there's nothing to feel guilty about. I mean, who does it hurt if you and me make it together? I certainly don't mind."
"I guess you're right," I nodded. "But somehow it doesn't make me feel any better. I mean, sisters aren't supposed to go around fucking their younger brothers."
"Why not?" asked Janice. "I know plenty of girls who made it with their brothers. I even know a girl who made it with her own father."
"Really?"
"I kid you not," replied Janice. "I had a friend who told me that one day her father came home drunk and he attacked her. Things like that happen all the time."
"But is it right?"
"Who knows?" laughed Janice. "Anyways, I couldn't really care less."