Chapter 1
She paused and listened just before reaching the nearly closed door. By the sounds Kitty knew he was in there, but whether or not she would be welcome was another matter. In the well-remembered past when Barry was beginning his body-building kick, visitors had been unwanted.
That was four years ago, she reminded herself, feeling an eerie light-headedness at being home again. Her brother was behind that door and another was at school and Mommy and Dad were at work and all's right with the world. Everything the same--but everything different.
Welcomed like a heroine home from the wars, the week since her return had seen everyone treat her like Joan of Arc. The last thing she needed was the pedestal routine and, if she could just keep her nerve, she knew her planned intrusion on Barry would change all that. She glanced down at her bikini and felt the tingle of the illicit. Taut nipples etched the level of her excitement against a snug white halter.
"Harrruupp!" The familiar explosion of air as Barry pressed the hundred-pound weight to his chest, then high above his head. She'd heard that sound each day since returning, but not till this morning had she been up for the risk of barging in to watch.
Kitty peeked through the crack and barely restrained a delighted gasp. Her brother, skinny beanpole of fourteen when she left, was a sleek Adonis. Powerful back, narrow waist and arm and leg muscles that showed hours of conditioning had paid off in a superb figure.
"Ohmygoodness!" Her hand covered her mouth too late to muffle delight as Barry turned slowly toward the door, still pressing the weight at arms' length above his head. Her awe deepened at the sight of his front ... not his broad chest or his slim hips ... but the evidence of formidable power at his groin.
"Hey, that you, Kitty? Come in." The weight was lowered casually as she pushed open the door.
"Won't stay." She wigwagged a hand apologetically, catching his quick survey of what four years had done for her own bod. "I know Barry Carr's room is off limits during his body-beautiful training and may I say it has really paid off!"
"Come on in, big sister. C'mon! C'mon!" He grabbed her hand as she started to turn for the door. '"I'm lots less self-conscious these days." He surveyed her figure as she let him spin her in a light pirouette. "You're stacked wider than ever. Glad your rotten ex didn't wreck your shape."
"I'm glad, too," she agreed. "Still 119, but now I've gone to a 40-29-39. Chalk up an inch at all points."
"Nothin but an improvement. Lemme try you like you're a super-size dumbbell." He bent and scooped an arm under her thigh, hefting her quickly to shoulder height with a supporting palm at the small of her back.
"Got the right name for me ... I'm a super-size dumbbell and I got scars to prove it." Delicious erotic pinpricks teased her cunt lips as Barry's free hand drifted to the top of her thigh to steady her and lift her to full arm's length over his head. "Wheel No one would believe you! Put me down before I have cardiac arrest!"
"There's my nurse sister talking." He dropped her lightly to her feet, coloring suddenly as his hand brushed her breast.
"So, let me see what you've made of yourself. I must say, I can see just about everything." She flicked a pointed glance at his groin. "What is that tell-all you're wearing?"
"Guys call it a sling-shot. Kinda your mod jock, I guess." He shifted self-consciously as she circled him speculatively, outwardly appraising the musculature of his body, but covertly staring at the clear outline of his generous endowment in sexual parts. "I'm not usually on display," he said defensively, his voice tight in sudden tension.
"You should be." Impulsively Kitty stepped close to him and threw her arms around his waist, burrowing her head into the hollow of his shoulder. "It is so good to be home again! I've missed you."
It happened before either could break the embrace. Stung from quiescent lump to instant arousal, the phallus ground hard against her tummy, diagonally across his sling-shot in a quivering ridge, warm and long, sending glorious sensations through Kitty's yearning body.
"My gosh, I'm sorry, sis!" Barry wrenched against the scissor-squeeze of her arms and she exclaimed in pretend shock as she arched back to stare down at where their bodies were cemented.
"Part of you isn't sorry, at least, and "I'm certainly not. Your sling-shot is very elastic, isn't it? So show me what else you practice to give you that body." With an impudent hip accenting her disinterest m continuing the tight embrace, she danced away from her brother to perch prettily on the corner of his bed.
"Like this?" He gave a pained look down his front
"Exactly, why not? It's a beautiful part of a man." She shrugged. "Of course, if you'd rather I..."
"No!" His eyes pleaded. "I ... I guess I should feel different ... brother and everything ... but I can't help myself, Kitty. Jeez, I really show it, don't I?"
She studied the clear outline of cock and balls jammed against the white elastic sling. "We both do," she said soberly. "And I really like your show, Barry." Hands on her hips, on tiptoes and with chin high, she spun before him, shoulders back to accent her proud breasts and jutting nipples. "So, now we're even. Show me twenty-five chin-ups."
As if offered pardon for a capital crime, Barry leaped lightly to the chinning bar suspended above his bathroom door. With the vanishing of self-consciousness, the rigidity left his phallus as he hung fully extended to prove he used no short cuts for leverage. Dedicated to dramatizing his strength to her, he pulled through seven quick chin-ups, eyes closed to concentrate on the exercise.
"Beautiful!" she enthused, breaking her count as he lowered from the seventh. "It's really great 'cause it's a turn-on for you, isn't it?"
His eyes remained tight closed as he pulled easily upward. "Eight," he grunted, "and that's a He."
"Your penis puffs a little each time you go up." She moved very close to his fine of descent, her plan in mind. "And you're starting to cheat ... you wriggle a little, forcing your way up."
Body stiffened with uncertainty, Barry let down to a full extension of his arms, feeling the whisper of her hair brush lightly against his front as he lowered, then the tantalizing pressure of saucy breasts, firm and full. "Gun ... golly, sis. Whatcha doin'?" His eyes were wide and bewildered as he hung before her, undecided whether to drop to the floor or go for the twenty-five she demanded. , She stared directly at his chest, then closed the two-inch gap between her front and his. "Now I keep you honest, brother mine. No squirming your bod for leverage, right?"
A delightful euphoria took Barry as he got the message. The girl he'd worshipped as a faraway sex goddess, whom he'd always believed never knew her brother was even a male, liked to excite him. Fantastic! Who had better right to some harmless kicks than Kitty? Her marriage had been over now for more than three months, and from all she'd told the family she'd had no real sex from the day she married the bum who called himself a doctor. He looked down across his chest at the face of innocence framed by lovely dark hair. She might be twenty-two, but Barry was ready to bet he'd had as much sex as his sister in the years she was away.
"Go!" Her head tilted down as she gave the order and he knew what she saw. Inches away from her sweet lips was a man-chassis, the likes of which she'd never seen.
He felt the maddening insolence of her bold boobs barely hidden in that prickly halter. Across his midriff, urgent against his flattened belly, and oh, God! Now her firm globes were pressed brazenly against his private parts and he could feel a pointing nipple right through the light elastic of his ridiculous pretense at cover. What compelled him to continue the pull upward to the bar Barry didn't know, except that he was determined to show his total self-control, even under the deliberate torture she had set up. He needed to buy time to think. His sister was really changed. She wasn't just admiring the man he'd become . . . she wanted the man he'd become.
Somehow he managed it, touched chin to bar, then dragged himself by trembling brute force still higher till his weight rested across the bar and he had his moment to think. Only now all he could do was feel, and what he felt was centered in his groin. He looked down and her smile was maddeningly taunting. She knew she'd gotten to him and she knew he had to come down. Years washed backward and he was again the fourteen-year-old and she was eighteen, only now he wasn't the skinny adolescent kid he'd been when she began nurse's training. Her eyes said she meant every word about how attractive he was to her, especially where she was looking right now. Deliberately he focused the straining muscles to put stress through his groin.
"That's wild!" Kitty backed away a step and stared up at the intoxicating sight of her brother boasting a full erection under the sling, glaring down at her from his unstable perch. "I told you chinning was a turn-on." She turned smugly toward the door as if her mission to his room had been satisfied.
"Wait, damn you!" The fury in his voice stopped her pretense of leaving. "You know who's the turn-on! Baby, I gotta surprise for you. You like my muscles? Here's the best one of all! You been turnin' it on for years!" His fingers found the edge of the sling and ripped violently, sending the shredded protection sailing at the stunned witness.
"Barreeee! Oh, my beautiful baby brother!" She reached both hands for the maddening assembly of fiercely erected cock and loaded balls, but they were barely beyond her fingertips. .
"Like it, don'tcha?" His eyes were wild with panic and she read his dilemma when his fist wrapped around the swollen cock barrel, then instantly released.
"Do it, sissy!" she hissed. "Don't pretend you've never jerked off over a girl before."
He dropped from the chinning bar with a resounding crash that echoed down the hall outside, but neither of them heard. Gripping his turbulent phallus, he stalked brazenly toward her, flagging the formidable length like a bludgeon as he neared. "No pretend, right, sister mine? And you want to know who I like to jerk off over best? Do you wanta know?" he roared.
"Who?" Shivering with delight at the wildness she had unleashed and uncertain what to do with it, Kitty grabbed feverishly for the hard-on, slapping his fingers from their tight hold and yanking him by the extended handle close against her front. "You mean you masturbated thinkin' about me?"
"A bunch!" he panted. "Least till the coach sold me a bill on thinking clean thoughts to stay in shape."
"Then along comes your kinky sister back home to mess up all that clean thinking." The fingers loosened his organ.
Pure panic flared in his voice. "Didn't mean it like that!"
Her fist clamped tightly to the middle of his shaft and she squeezed. Violent warning signals charged now and he could feel the cock-trapped blood pulsing against the tourniquet of her fingers. Trying to make it even bigger, thought Barry, and it's already a mile long! She began a rhythmic stroke and he rocked to her pumping.
"Gonna get me in trouble doin' that!" he gasped.
"I'm not doing a thing," she protested, her voice quavering, but she never looked up from her preoccupation with his erection. "You're doin' it. Oh, you man, you! You're going to come ... right now!"
"Yeah! YEAH!" He arched violently against the charging orgasm and flung a desperate arm around her shoulder as she jerked frenziedly, gawking down at the happy surprise in her eyes as she took the full cannonade of his ejaculation in her face. Lips ovalled, head thrown back, and dark hair tumbling gaily, she stared in unblinking delight at the rapture of her brother's expression as he climaxed.
"Ohmygod!" he moaned, crumpling to the rug at her feet. "We're a couple of nuts! And I got it good for that little trick!"
"Why?" She bent over him, resting her weight on a palm, and smudged the sparkling droplets that had splattered to her breasts. "What do you mean, you got it good?"
"Musta pulled a ligament in my groin or somethin'," he lied, needing something, anything, to cool what had so unexpectedly charged into an illicit fever between them.
"Barry, really?" The hurt in his look convinced her, and she caught under his shoulders to prop him to a sitting position. "You're not just ashamed of me for what I did to you?"
"Heck, no! Betcha lots of brothers and sisters take care of each other that way."
"I don't care if they do or not. I wanted to take care of you, as you say it." Her eyes glittered defiantly.
"Ohhh, Lord, that hurts!" he groaned, grabbing low on his middle.
"Come! On your back on the bed. Let your nurse sister get some moist heat on you, quick."
Here it goes again, he thought, letting her help him to the bed ... that fast and I'm ready to do anything to show myself off to her ... at least I'm shot down from the frig. He folded over onto his back on the bed as she hurried off to the bathroom. Seconds later he heard the water running and, twisting farther up toward the headboard, he could see the luscious female leaning over the sink to soak a towel in the hot water. .
There was no way he could stop the thickening of his penis as he looked at Kitty's fabulously stacked body, its fantastic proportions almost as nakedly displayed as his own. Dark hair lay casually across the gentle slope of her shoulders as she bent to the sink and, when she straightened, her breasts, slightly too large for some critics, thrust explosively against the white halter. He wondered how long her nipples were ... even from twenty yards he could see their eager pointing.
"Damn!" He smothered the epithet, wishing he could turn away from his lusty study of her contours. "Look at that tail!" he whispered to himself, wondering how much it had been ridden in Kitty's twenty-two years. Maybe not once by Arnold Graber, who, for all his medical training, was probably nothing as a man.
She squeezed the towel of its excess water and, as 13 she turned to come back, Barry stole a last look at the invitation of her wide hips. Built to fuck and fuck and never stop ... my God, she's my sister and I've made myself that way again!
Kitty smiled quietly when she reached his side and, ignoring the thunderous new erection, she looked him squarely in the eyes. "Put your hand where it hurts most. Is it up here in hernia country?" Her fingers walked casually around his ramrodding phallus and pressed lightly along his hip line as if the hard-on were perfectly normal.
A mad rationale burned in Barry's brain. He was hurt; at least he felt like something was pulled ... she was a trained nurse ... if something got fouled up with his sex equipment while a trained nurse was working on whatever muscle was pulled, well, that was just part of the occupational hazard of being a nurse ... not his sister! ... this was a nurse, and if her scanty attire did what it was doing to him, that was her tough luck!
"You're cute," cooed Kitty, putting the hot hand towel on the place he indicated with his hand as tender. "You're to he perfectly still while I press the towel to keep the warm coming through."
He made a last pass at pretending not to approve his personal lust for his sister. "God, Kitty, I don't know what to say ..."
Wide and indignant brown eyes glared as she exclaimed impatiently, "It's the nicest compliment I've had in months." Her study focused directly on the upraised penis standing at quivering attention. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen. Is that really its normal size when you're hard?"
He started to push to an elbow and she pressed the 14 heel of her palm against his chest to hold him prone on his back. "Don't move. Here ... tell me ... does it always get this long?" Her fingers grabbed his and drew them along the hot shaft.
A flush crawled from the base of his neck as he suspected a put-on. "Normal, I guess." His words were brittle with tension and his senses started to swirl as they had while he was chinning and she was playing with him.
"But feel how thick! I'm serious!" She forced his hand to the base of his erection and, momentarily hypnotized by the sight and feel of her so bold with his cock, he let her form a fist with his fingers. Unexpectedly she covered his hand with her own and jerked in sudden insistent strokes.
"Don't!" He snatched his hand away and stared at the drop of semen which oozed through the eyelet of his cock crown and glistened in happy announcement that there was more not far away.
"Do!" Her expression said she was completely in earnest. "I'd love to watch."
"No way!"
Dainty fingers again clamped tightly to his shaft, but with the first stroke he slapped her hand away. "Such a nice feeling to touch it," she sighed, scooping up the towel and starting for the bathroom again. "If I had one, I'd always be trying to get it hard so's I could play with it. Do you play with it lots?"
"Me? Play with myself? Hell, sis, what do you think I am?"
For long seconds she was quiet, standing with regal pride at the door and looking calmly at his aroused organ. "You're my brother, that's who, and we're the oversexed ones in this family, thank heavens." She turned to walk down the hall and he gaped at the rear view of impudent ass cheeks firmly cushioned. Knowing he was watching, she repeated, "How often, Barry?"
"Couple of times a week, I guess."
"Barry!" Her tone was total disbelief. "Truth time with big sister."
"So ... I do it every day. That so bad?"
"No." She turned from the sink and returned carrying the fresh towel. Tall and voluptuous, head tilted in curiosity, a defiant turn to her chin as she sensed his watching. "I do myself that much."
"G'wan! Girls don't!" He was dumbfounded at what he was sure was a lie and wondered why she had said it. No sign of a smile as she sank to the mattress edge.
"This girl does it and loves it."
He decided to test her. "Did you this morning?"
"Not yet." Her gaze was very steady on his groin as she positioned the cloth and then leaned forward till her lips were just a breath away from his turbulent prick. He watched the mesmerizing beauty of her delicate profile. Perfection at every point . . . hair, eyes, nose ... but it was her satiny Lips, moist and puckered, that hypnotized the frightened, delighted Barry.
She pressed a lingering kiss to the tip of his cock, then savagely tongued a freshly-appeared semen drop, licking her lower hp sensuously and turning to look at him.
"Has a girl ever ..."
"Uh-unnnhh."
"I'm going to." Smiling at his speechlessness, she twisted to give him full view and brazenly cupped her hands under her halter. "You have to help the first aider," she said quietly. "There's a snap at the back there." She angled her shoulder to make it easy.
"Awwwhhh ... look, we ... listen, Mom's coming back most any time and-"
"And I don't care. Undo me." It was the way she said it. Not a request. A command. His hand crept to the snap and, even at eighteen, he knew the moment he stripped her cover it would be a turning point that could never be reached back for again.
The white halter sprang from her tempestuous breasts and, seeing his glazed admiration, she drew her shoulders far back and smiled at his incredulous expression. "Mmmmmm ... feels so good to get out of it. I ..." She stopped suddenly, feeling his fingers at her hip. "I dare you."
She stood slowly from the bed and the teeny bikini panties remained in his hand as, hand on her hip, she posed for him in stripper brazenness. He gawked at her-from the taut nipples mounted on gorgeous globes to the prominence of her pubic mound, and he fought the need to reach and touch.
"I know what you're going to say," she whispered, sinking to his side and bending low across his middle. "It isn't right for me to suck my brother's cock."
"Golly, Kitty, I... I... ohhhh, yesss!"
She took the dark swollen tip of his prick little by little into her oral port, nibbling with torturous deliberateness, spreading the soft satin of the cap to grotesque distortion as her fist dragged down on the shaft to prepare the victim penis just as she wanted it. A million hysterical nerves trembled inside Barry, begging her to go on. Sensing his want-agony, she ovalled wider to accommodate all the fiercely distended cap. As she began to suck him, her saliva dribbled warmly down the length of his shaft and slithered into the nest of pubic hair.
Without warning, she spewed the penis from her lips' and her eyes begged as she asked, "You help me!" She seized his hand, guiding it to the curve of a breast. "Devil me!"
The tempo of her contracting cheeks as she resumed the fellatio matched the sensuous wriggle of her hips and the animated heaving of her boobs.
All that female perfection writhing in wanton delight as she mouthed his organ ... the deep erotic lightning of her siphoning lips was too much. "Suh . .. sis . . . you buh . . . better . . ." The surge was on him, charging wildly up the horny length, rushing freely into her welcoming mouth. Frenzied vibrations wracked her body as she took the full charge of his ejaculation, and he knew even in his orgasmic blur that she was in climax, too. For long seconds after the torrent had stopped, she continued to milk his penis, siphoning for last drops as her lower body continued to convulse. Finally she let the shrinking crown slip from her lips, soaked and gleaming with the mingle of her saliva and his cum. Leaning to rest on a hand, she looked into his face with bright and predatory eyes.
"Wild!" she whispered, visibly swallowing the last of his semen. "Girl could get hooked on that!"
"C'mere!" He grabbed her wrist as she moved from his side and dragged her down beside him. "You must be out of your tree and I got to be, too, but lord, Kitty, I loved it."
She was cuddly, nude, molded against him, one arm flung across his chest, her cheek pressed against his cheek as they embraced. "Thank you," she murmured, voice sultry with new desire. "You're a very special brother to let me do that"
"Got a special sister, you mean!" He squirmed and their fronts cemented in sudden urgency. Feeling his cock flesh* stretching anew, he made no move to break their embrace.
Not till it was. fully hardened, angled in hot urgency along the crease of her pressed-together thighs did Kitty act. With no movement above the hips to warn him, she lifted her leg just enough for the eager cock to spring into the valley between her thighs, then, with a triumphant exclamation, she snapped her legs together. "Gotcha!" She puckered a kiss to his lips, and her subtle thigh action push-pulling on his trapped prick suggested just one thing.
"Barry?" Her breath was warm on his earlobe and he was sure she was going to ask him to go all the way.
"Look ... I ... Kitty ..
"Shhh!" Her fingertip touched his upper hp. "You don't know what I was going to ask."
Inside she was a bubbling volcano, ready to orgasm simply from the pressure of that hot erection just outside her yearning passion center, and she panted an irresistible question: "Did you really mean you didn't think girls ever played with themselves?"
"I didn't know ..."
"Don't move now." She crawled quickly across his hip, her thighs spreading delectably as she straddled his waist. She stroked sensuously across the pubic curve, then down across the vulva, toying in deliberate self torture along the delicate flesh of her pussy cleft. "Have you seen many girls down here, Barry?"
Barry gaped helplessly. "Never. Too scared to try, guess. You're pretty there."
"You mean it or you just being nice?"
'It's wild-beautiful! Don't know how to say it, but it just looks like love lives in there. Do I sound crazy?" Beads of perspiration marked his forehead when he heard no answer and he hurried on. "It's sunshiny pink and where the opening is looks soft and tender and sort of darkish ... like ... like it's hiding a secret. Is it?"
"A big secret. Tell me if you want me to stop, but I have to do this ..." She wilted back against his legs, folding all the way down and crushing his erection under her shoulder blades. All that remained visible to Barry was the magic at the meeting place of her thighs.
If he felt pain, he was not about to admit it, lest he spoil an incredible moment. He was spectator to his sister's most personal place and he knew few had seen the wonder of it before. Her pubic mound seemed even more prominent as he looked across the curve of her love triangle, and he fought the impulse to stroke the dark down that covered part of the hillock, to see if it was as light as her hair. A trembling of the labial lips caught his eye and he watched her fingers creep over the curve of her thigh to drift to the visibly quivering slit.
"Show me," he whispered hoarsely. "Show me inside."
Eager fingers splayed the labial gates and he saw the shadowed mystery of the threshold to her vagina. Urgent now, she spread the lips wider and he saw the nubbin of her clitoris, its almond-shaped sheath far more visible than he'd ever believed it could be.
"It's so big!" Awed, he reached and was slapped , away. "Is that really your trigger?"
"It's my clitoris." She sighed. "And right now it's unhappy. Watch it get bigger." She finger-stroked in gentle circular torture around the point of mounting frenzy.
"Gosh ... it's more'n half an inch!"
A low-throated sob choked inexplicably from Kitty as she slowed the self play to nearly full stop. "I've got to tell you one thing, Barry ... I can't he and you may not like me after, but you're too good to deceive. You may think maybe no one ever saw what you're seeing."
"Please ... you don't have to tell me."
"I have to! I had a beast for a husband and for some of his kicks, he made me ..." Her throat filled and she paused, then hurried on. ". . . made me masturbate myself in front of a whole gallery 'cause he knew I've got this awful need and ... oh! ohhhh, Barry, watch me do myself then throw me out. I'll go!"
Her fingers were maniacal in their quest to burrow deep into the cunty tunnel, as if to escape the real target of her wanting; then he saw one finger dart from hiding and strum the taut clit in a fury. Instantly her body was a violent, pulsing frenzy, grinding against his as she finger-whipped the crazed clitty through her orgasm. Abruptly her seizure ended and she rolled quickly from his front, almost making it from the bed before he snared her wrist.
"Don't go!" he snarled in pretend anger. "I have to do something " He threw her unceremoniously to her back and spread her legs, indifferent to whether she would permit him or not. She watched through tear-filled eyes as he bent to her crotch and then, like a touch of heaven, his lips pressed full and warm against her cleft.
"I love you, Kitty," he said, raising to look across her quivering torso. "I respect you more than anyone I know and someday I'm going to punch out Arnold for hurting you. But can I show you how I respect you?"
"How?"
"By kissing you here. I don't care who else has ... I'm kissing it with love from me."
"Oh ... Buh ... Barry ..."
Lips confident and bold burrowed against the yielding labial flesh and a tongue bold and demanding speared into her cunty threshold. Murmuring delightedly, he tasted the moisture from her self-stimulation, then licked avidly to claim a sweet honey he had never savored before.
Kitty moaned gratefully for the strange erotic bonus. Barry's happy incoherent muttering as he tongued sent deep vibrations into her hyper-sensitized vagina. It was a new and tantalizing torture and it deviled her with a special rapture. Others had played with her as neophyte Barry was, some of them with skilled lips, some more from fear of Arnold than from passion ... but none had touched this special note.
With a squeal of sheer ecstasy she caught the sides of his head and immobilized him as his brazen tongue found the clitoris. For long moments of deliberate torture, clearly determined to explore every nerve and enjoy every sensation radiating from the tumid clit, he licked and nibbled and sucked lightly at the seething nubbin of passion run wild.
Never showing it was his first adventure in cunnilingus, he drove her to total rapture with a sudden frenzied tonguing of the tip of her ecstasy trigger and, for wild seconds that felt an eternity, she was enmeshed in chain orgasm that wouldn't let go.
"Baby doll ... you can't be my brother!" moaned Kitty, curling into his arms when he wriggled upward to wrap her in a loving embrace.
"But I am," he whispered, holding her tightly as he molded his mouth to hers. His tongue, rich with the light fragrance of her spunk bath, drove deeply and she dueled with it, finally forcing it back.
"Be careful," she warned. "In about two seconds I'm going to forget that some things are still off limits." Tiny after-spasms rippled low across her tummy. "You know lots more about girls than you pretended, Barry Carr."
"I do not," he protested softly, mulling the warning about "off limits."
"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean, but I never did that before."
"Oh, you're hard as a rock again!" She squirmed against his front, then forced her arms between them and beat a playful resistance against his chest "Let me go, brute!"
Then, without warning, tiny pinpricks of alarm sent waves of apprehension through her. She sensed the change in her brother and if it was a silent change, it was no less a real change. He was all at once different ... no longer boy ... no longer naive male youth ... he was a man ready to assert command. It blasted all the hypocrisies of her bedroom scheming without a word's being exchanged between them. Alone in those first days after her return home, she had fan-tasied sex play with her brother with certain clearly observed limits. They had just reached the outer limits of what she had predetermined she'd dare, if he wanted.
"Let's." His eyes staring deeply into hers said the rest
"No!" She shuddered against the power of the suggestion and her voice trembled. "It would be incest."
That's just a word." His phallus was moving in a gentle friction between their pressed-together fronts. A delayed after-spasm of his tongue love traveling low across her tummy was felt by both. "See. You really want to."
He rolled suddenly to his back, carrying her with him in a startled spread-eagle, her arms and legs out-flung in surprised vulnerability. His rampant erection charged violently through the opening of her thighs as they wrestled, only this time she wanted no part of the trapping game that had been such fun minutes earlier.
"Barry! BABREEE!" She writhed frantically against his effort to cram the head of his cock through the lips of her vagina, broke free of his one-armed grip and almost escaped him entirely. "Let me go, Barry!" She squirmed against the hand clamped to her calf, then with a sigh rested back against her heels, studying the passion looking up at her. It had come all unglued, her clever plan for fun-and-games-with-limitations. She groaned silently at her stupidity in thinking that her brother was just automatically a normal male who respected centuries-old rules of in-family no-nos.
"Remember what you were darin' me a minute ago?"
"What?" Her heart-race was slowing at the quieter sound of his voice.
"You asked me if I played with it lots and dared me to show you."
"And you chickened." Kitty saw unexpected light for the black insanity she had created which had whipped nearly all reason from her brother. She smiled accusingly at his monumental tower of cock soaring in red-capped eagerness at her. "You let me, but you chickened."
" "I'll do it... but you gotta cooperate."
"How?"
His eyes were moist with remembering. "Million times I dreamed you were right where you almost are now. Kneeling over my big penis, bare-breasted and sleek-skinned, with your beautiful legs clampin' the outside of my thighs. And you just stared and stared while I frigged myself up at you."
"That's sweet!" exclaimed the relieved girl, inching forward as he grabbed his prick and began to stroke. "Was I here in your dreams?"
"Farther up," he panted, his masturbation intensifying as he gawked at the intoxicating curvaceous body. "Way farther up!" His free hand caught hers and she leaned forward to his tugging, feeling that heady lightness of losing control of the situation, but drawn by the desperate appeal in his eyes.
"Wow!" she panted. "Some dream!" He had lured her with the boyish helpless look till she was straddled almost directly above his pumping fist, his erection's crown so close to her tender pussy-flesh she could feel its heat. A maddening itching stormed her cunty lips and she fought the seething passion that swept her. So near and yet so very far. She would never! She couldn't! It was blind ignorant selfishness that had persuaded her that limited sex play with Barry would be fun. No risk of too far. No ...
"No ... ohhh ...NO... BARREEE, don't!"
He had lip-lodged the tip edge of his thunderous cock just inside her baby-soft labial flesh. Lightning quick his hands had leaped to her hips and immobilized her attempt to fling herself away. His arm muscles scarcely flexed as he tightened his hip-hold and forced her torrid, trembling body down ... a half inch ... an inch....
Her soft cunty lips were spreading to admit the swollen corona of his brimming phallus and horror charged Kitty. It was evil and the evil felt so good! "Guh ... God, Barry, you don't know what ... what you're ..
There was an instant of electric silence as the cry died on her lips. She was sure the folds of her pussy-flesh could stretch no farther, yet she felt no pain, only the certainty that nature had conspired to give him a maddeningly oversized cock-crown.
Barry gaped at the magic link that connected their bodies. His penis had penetrated to the very edge of the protruding ledge of the cap. The tender quim lips seemed distended to maximum extremity and Kitty's eyes were panic-dilated.
"Too big, Barry!" she gasped. "Too big for me!" She saw his smile and knew he didn't buy the lie.
"Shut up." His command was low key. "Listen!"
In the trembling quiet, knowing nothing would stop his determination, she quivered breathlessly. The sound was barely audible, a whisper of flesh sealing with flesh as he urged upward and drove the thick glans fully into her cunt threshold.
Head thrown far back, a scream silent on her parted lips, eyes staring at the ceiling as if to pretend what was happening wasn't, Kitty presented a spectacle of totally voluptuous female to the possessed boy. Her breasts appeared to explode from her glorious front and the outspoken cherries said she loved what she protested. Her middle, quivering with a sizzling mixture of guilt and desire, was a harmony of dazzling curvaceous female in whom, strangely, an involuntary spasming of want was now taking over.
His fierce gripping of her hips eased as he tested her resistance. There was none. His hand drifted to the curve of her buttocks and stroked across the small of her back. It said in the only way he knew how that she was free to break the coital link ... to run from him. He stared at the snug clamp of pink and slightly puffy quim lips, as if to memorize forever how it looked to have made it this far with his sister.
The movement began slowly atop his impaling shaft. Subtle squirming of surrendering love-flesh as she urged against the invader. Still not looking down, she rocked lightly and felt the relaxation of her vagina. A weird rationale crept into her thinking ... he's already inside ... we've already done it, at least as far as anyone demanding to know would care ... Barry's cock is in me! ... Why not take it all the way ...? No lightning out of the blue struck us dead with it just the least bit inside and the least bit inside is like doin' it!
"Ohhhh, Barry!" She wilted across his front, her hands cupping his face. He was sure she was going to tear herself loose. For shuddering seconds she clung to him, then before his disbelieving eyes she straightened, still mounted on the scarcely buried prick.
"Do it!" she whispered, her voice rising. "Do it . . . do it!" Her body accented the demand in a writhing invitation as she ground against the piercing joy.
"Yeah!" He clutched her tail cheeks and guided the descent, urging himself upward and feeling the fantastic claim of clasping cunty muscles. A kind of quicksand clasping raced the length of his cock and, feeling the too-quick charge of his crisis, he steeled himself against letting go, determined to feel her completely mounted on his love spike.
She was a woman possessed as she felt their bodies grind at each other, and she knew she had to have the full length of her brother's massiveness the first time. Not really right if she didn't have it all. As one body they rolled to the side, legs and arms entwining, lips sealing the passion running so wild between them. His deep-throated cry of warning came just as her orgasm overwhelmed her and tore the ecstasy shriek from her mouth. The rapture rolled and thundered and whipped them in coital mania and slowed very reluctantly to a pulsing afterglow. Seconds became minutes before their breathing slowed.
"Soften," she whispered into his hair. "Soften, damn you! You've had enough."
"No way." His voice was hoarse, but his fingers were tender as they traced her ear. "I love you, sister."
That word! He'd used it on purpose. She took a deep breath and let the tremor pass through her body. Time to test his awareness.
"We've committed incest," she murmured, nibbling the baby flesh of his ear lobe. "You fucked your sister."
"Uhunnnhh. I loved a beautiful girl who loves me. I'm going to do it again ... now!"
Her thighs scissored tightly around his hips as their copulation thrusting began. Inside, a tumble of bizarre thoughts did end-over-ends through her cock-crazed mind. Incest gave the whole act a wild and frenzied special madness. Illicit-before whom? Vivid images splashed her mind as Barry arched upward, weight on his hand to stare down at the passion-maddened body writhing under him.
She saw her father ... her mother ... her other brother in her imagination. There, crouched on the bed, watching Barry do it to her. Wild! They were naked ... all of them ... naked and aroused and applauding the happiness she was giving and getting. Savage return to reality as a cry burst from Barry, synchronized with the shower of his semen charging deep into her vagina, launching her instantly into her own orbit of climax rapture.
Then the bedroom was quiet. Soft inarticulate murmurs of gratitude between them as the man-organ in her body lost its steel. Kisses to mask the sadness each felt as the penis slipped, glistening and limp from its tender trap. For what seemed hours they simply lay motionless holding each other, neither willing to venture a word, flippant or serious, about what they had just done. Deep within, both felt some life-shaking decision had been made between them, but a way to speak of it just wasn't in them
"Can we talk about something, sis?"
"It's a little late." Her tone was surrendered contentment.
"I mean about something else ... Graber." She stirred impatiently. "You sure know how to 29 hurt a girl. Whatever is there to talk about?" She propped to an elbow. "It's so not worth talking about I'm even changing my name back to Carr so's I won't remember I ever was Mrs. Arnold Graber."
"Great." He sounded apologetic. "I was just lookin' for a reason for us to stay cuddlin' like this."
"That needs a reason?"
"So what was it like with Arnold?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"Try me."
Kitty sighed. "I'll never forget when I discovered how weird rotten he was ..."