Chapter 3
Jeff, Katherine and Françoise were off in a corner of the cafeteria arguing. It appeared to be a heated argument if you were an outsider, but to the trio, it was friendly. They had formed a close-knit group, each for a different reason.
Jeff enjoyed the company of the lovely girls, the sight of their gorgeous bodies, even the subtle fragrance of their perfumes. Katherine had found a friend in Françoise that she had not thought possible just a few weeks previous. Their clandestine lovemakings had become more frequent and welded them together in a way few women ever were. They shared common beliefs as well as each other's body. And Françoise was still unsure of herself. Katherine was getting better in bed, even exciting. But Françoise wished that Jeff would be a little more assertive. She eyed his slim body and wondered what he would be like in bed.
But that minute bit of uncertainty made her hesitate. American men were either too forward or not forward enough. They were either too pushy and ignorant and inconsiderate or too timid. For the moment, she would stick with Katherine.
Jeff could barely keep from wiggling as their conversation turned to sex and sexual relations. The topic was coming to rest a bit too close for
his comfort.
"So what's the difference if a brother and sister love each other? I mean sexually as well as platonically?" Françoise appeared to be genuinely confused that anything could be wrong with incest.
Katherine quickly responded, "Outside of the genetic problems—"
"But wait!" the French girl interrupted, "We are not talking about producing children. With the Pill, that need not be a worry. We are talking about intercourse because a brother and sister love each other, desire each other. With that, what is the matter?"
Katherine pursed her petal-like lips, deep in thought. "Nothing, I guess, but it's just not done. Right, Jeff?"
Jeff had felt his cock growing rigid as the two argued. How could he possibly admit that he had been attracted to Françoise because she looked so much like Katherine? How could he admit he wanted to fuck his own sister?
He couldn't. Yet his hard-on throbbed and pressed against his jeans, forming a disturbingly apparent bulge.
"You see, Françoise, in America, there are some things that just aren't done. Incest is one of them."
"Why not?" Her lovely green eyes appeared innocent, yet Jeff sensed a lurking devilment.
And he couldn't answer. Why not incest? He knew Katherine was taking the Pill and had been for a long time. He even suspected it was
Mike Hunt who had busted her cherry three years ago. Jeff followed his sister's sexual encounters not from nosiness but from longing.
Katherine couldn't see the telltale bulge in his jeans, but Françoise could. The French girl knew how acutely uncomfortable the teenager was discussing this and seemed to realize why he was trying to squirm out of the conversation.
"Why not brother and sister making love, if they love each other?" the sexy foreign exchange student said.
Jeff began daydreaming what it would be like to screw Katherine. After his encounter with Antoinette, fucking his own sister was about all he could think about. That loss of virginity had opened up the flood gates of his sexuality and was threatening to drown him in perversity. Wasn't it perverse to want your own sister?
"It's just not done, Françoise," he answered, with little enthusiasm or conviction in his voice.
Françoise shrugged her shapely, creamy white shoulders. "In America you are all too uptight. I like that word, uptight. It fits so much of what you do. I must go now. But you are wrong, both of you. There is nothing wrong with what you call incest. Bye !"
With that, Françoise hurried off to class leaving Jeff and Katherine alone, half-eaten sandwiches in front of them.
"I wonder if all the French have such crazy ideas," said Katherine.
Jeff didn't answer immediately. There was a tremor to his sister's voice that he had never
noticed. Was it just possible she wanted to fuck him as badly as he did her? There might never be a better opportunity to find out than now.
"You know, Katherine, maybe Françoise is right. Maybe we're all to hung up on Puritan moralities in America."
"Jeff! Don't tell me you're agreeing with her ! That you believe incest is ... is ... normal!" She sounded shocked. Jeff thought she also sounded like she could be persuaded.
"Is anything done between a man and woman wrong? As long as they both get off on it? Without the danger of genetically screwed up kids, what would be wrong with incest? Love between ... a brother and a sister." His piercing blue eyes drilled into hers, challenging her to argue further.
She declined. Casting her eyes back down to the lunch, she said. "Let's not argue about it. Maybe Françoise is right." She silently munched on her sandwich for a few more minutes.
Jeff's hard-on felt like a forest fire in his groin. He was almost afraid he'd cream all over his jeans and then have to try to explain the odd stain the rest of the day.
"Yeah. I think Françoise is right." The emphasis he used let his sister know just how right the French girl was. And, in part, it conveyed his own unvoiced longings to be buried balls deep inside Katherine and blasting away.
Katherine looked up at Jeff again and said in a voice too low to be overheard, "Jeff! Do you mean you and me ... I mean ... us ... oh, wow!" Her eyes widened as the impact of his meaning hit her.
Jeff nodded. "For the last three or four years, Katherine. You're so damned pretty, and I've never been able to tell you how much I've wanted you."
Katherine stood and saw the bulge in Jeff's pants. She smiled wanly, then said, "I guess I know now, don't I? See you after school. At home."
Jeff settled back, his appetite gone. His appetite, that is, for lunch. His sexual needs grew by leaps and bounds. Perhaps Katherine had actually been convinced by Françoise, by himl
The rest of the afternoon was spent fantasizing the rape of his own sister. Jeff somehow knew that, regardless of what had been said at lunch, Katherine would never consent to go to bed with him. Not with her own brother. That was sort of kinky.
And exciting, too. Jeff couldn't get away from the thought of seeing his lovely blond sister stretched out full length, naked, and calling for him. Beckoning to him with those arms of hers to pull him to her voluptuous body. To fuck her.
The boy went into the house immediately after school. He hardly expected to have Katherine leap into his arms and bed. If he was pressed, he didn't know what to expect. He just hoped that it wouldn't be nothing, or worse, total scorn from Katherine.
The reception he did get was slightly different from what he had considered. As Jeff entered, Françoise was just leaving, her hair disheveled and a sly smile on her lips.
"Adieu, Jeff! she purred, then was off like a flash.
The youth hadn't expected to see Françoise. He knew that she and Katherine got out of school an hour earlier than he did. Maybe they had come over here and had continued the conversation they had gotten into at lunch. Jeff could hope.
Seeing Katherine gave him more than hope, it gave him another erection.
It appeared as if his sister had hurriedly dressed, then only partially finishing the task. Katherine sat on the sofa cloaked in her bathrobe, a fuzzy green terry cloth with a broad sash holding it closed at the waist.
Jeff rapidly amended that to "partially closed." He could see the frilly black bra barely containing the dual boulders of his sister's tits and, from the way Katherine had her legs crossed, Jeff could see the expanse of white thigh all the way up to her butt. Matching silk panties hid more interesting vistas from his
lustful gaze.
"Uh, hi, Jeff. I didn't expect you home quite
so soon."
"Regular time. I saw Françoise leaving. You two been talking about... about what we were talking about at lunch?" He wanted to blurt out "I want to fuck you!" but couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd just have to be content eyeing his sister in her mostly unclad condition.
"Well, yes. And I think Françoise is right." Katherine hesitated as if unsure what to say. When her eyes reached the growing lump at Jeff's groin, that seemed to decide her.
"Jeff? Do you think I'm really pretty?" Her voice sounded like that of a little girl.
The teenager dropped his notebooks on the coffee table and sat down beside his sister.
"Do I think you're pretty? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I think you're gorgeous!" Seeing the softness come into Kath-erine's eyes when he said that was a joy he had never thought he would ever experience.
"Oh, Jeff!" The girl threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder. The boy was uncertain as to what to do. His sister's body was wracked by long, shuddering sobs, and he felt he had to comfort her, yet didn't know how. •
He awkwardly reached out and pulled her close, feeling the terrycloth of the robe and the vibrant, quivering body underneath. Jeff pressed his face into the nest of glorious blond hair and inhaled deeply. The subtle fragrance of shampoo and perfume met his nostrils and thrilled him. Eyes screwed tightly closed, he began to move back and forth in the dense hair, rubbing it against his cheek as he slowly stroked Katherine's robed flanks with his hands.
Jeff became lost in a fantasy world. Pressed tightly to his sister's body, he imagined his hands gradually creeping under the fluffy robe and stroking smooth, flawless white skin. Warm, vibrant flesh that sent tingles of delight up his arms and made him feel as if his hands had found Nirvana.
Fleeting, delicate touches at his groin released his cock. The long cylinder of flesh sprang out like a switchblade opening. Feathery cool fingers meekly touched his
length, then more boldly took a firmer hold and began to rhythmically squeeze.
It was then that Jeff opened his eyes and realized that he was not dreaming. This was actually happening!
He looked down at his crotch and saw Katherine's finely boned fingers wrapped around his manhood, stroking and pumping up and down until he felt as if his balls would explode with pent-up tension.
The boy didn't question what was happening. The mood might pass. Katherine might no longer be receptive to him. The world might end. Anything. Right now, he was happy to just be with his beautiful sister and let her give him a hand job while he ran his palms across her naked back.
The full impact of his situation hit him when he realized that Katherine's robe was no longer fastened at the waist. Jeff looked down from his greater height into the deep valley between Katherine's perfectly formed, symmetrical cones. Her tits were barely held by the lacy black bra.
With a minimum of wiggling, Jeff managed to free the clasp on the brassiere and throw the useless garment away. Twin mountains of flesh leaped out at him, lovelier and sexier than he would have thought possible. The nipples were slightly upturned, looking up at him in expectation, in anticipation of greater things.
He couldn't refuse such an invitation. His mouth dropped to one of the tits and Jeff en-mouthed as much of the snowy white peak as he could. Katherine's boobs were too much for him to cram into his mouth, but he tried. He
tried valiantly. Jeff succeeded in leaving faint red marks along the slopes as he drew his teeth upward. The firm flesh seemed to throb with a life force of its own.
As Jeff mouthed her tits, Katherine thought her breast would surely burst like an atomic bomb. Faster and faster her heart pumped blood into the tit and caused the nipple to snap to attention like a soldier on a parade ground. The ruddy aureole of plain around the nipple deepened in color and throbbed, pulsed with her beating heart. When Jeff sucked on the very tip of her boob, Katherine almost fainted in reaction.
Her brother, her very own brother was sucking on her breasts! And his hands were exploring other parts of her body where a brother should never go!
She squeezed harder on Jeff's cock and leaned back to thrust her chest forward in a vain attempt to cram as much tit into the youth's mouth as possible. Katherine had thought it was exciting letting Francoise suck on her jug; this was light years better, finer! And it was her brother! Jeff's mouth was occupied on the summit of a red-capped crest but his hands busily divested Katherine of her silk panties. He loved the feel of the matieral and stroked across it repeatedly before skinning the girl out of them to reveal even juicier delights.
His hands pressed down hard on her silk-covered pubic mound, then traversed the path between her legs. Under the silky material, Jeff felt the moistness of Katherine's labia. He felt the vulva spread slightly as he applied
pressure and sucked in his breath, creating an ever heightening sensation in his own body when the full import of what he was doing hit him.
This was his sister. His dream lover. And she wanted him as badly as he did her! He could tell by the insistent pressure she exerted on his cock. His throbbing, pulsating, jerking cock that longed to be buried where his hand now so eagerly explored.
Jeff's other hand slipped around behind his sister's ass and caressed the silk-encased buttocks. He couldn't thrust his hand into the deep crease between her ample asscheeks, but he could feel the flesh rippling beneath his fingers. He moved his head slightly and left a wet nipple exposed to the harsh light of day in order to burrow his face between her breasts and kiss and lap at the juncture of those mighty peaks. In conjunction with the movement of his hands, Katherine was writhing constantly, moaning incoherently and demanding his entry into her body by insistent jerks on his cock.
"Jeff, oh, Jeff! Fuck me! I want you so badly!"
The boy didn't have to be told. His hands were damp from her lust juices, he could hear her rapid heartbeat, he could feel her pounding breath among the hair on his head.
Sensing that he was at a dead end, Jeff slipped his fingers under the band of his sister's panties. She lifted her hips to allow him to slide the silken material over her flaring hips and -down her slender, shapely legs. Jeff's hands lingered as he removed the unwanted garment.
It was so delightful feeling the soft, inner thighs, the trim, smoothly muscled calves. Even her bare feet were a delight to behold—and hold! Best of all, moving up from those slightly spread, creamy alabaster thighs was the fleecy triangle of her sex.
And it was opened for himl
Jeff dipped his finger into Katherine's bottomless well and pulled the digit out, drenched with the girl's inner oils. He forced her back down on the couch so that one of her lovely limbs dangled over the edge and onto the floor. Her other leg, draped over the back of the couch, opened her sex fully to the lustful youth's advances.
"Jeff, please don't wait... please!"
"Soon, Kathy, dear, soon ... but first!" Jeff lowered his weight onto his sister's prone body and pressed his chest hard against her twin peaks of titflesh. It felt as if the rock-hard pebbles would poke through his chest, but the action allowed Jeff to fully kiss his sister's mouth. Not a chaste, brother-sister kiss, but a real man-woman kiss.
The electricity seemed to leap between them as it fanned the fires of lust that had lain dormant for so long. Katherine's arms encircled Jeff's neck and pulled him down on her body even harder, crushing her to the couch with impressive force. Their mouths became one, flowed into a single entity with one purpose. Pleasure.
And both tried as hard as possible to give their sibling the maximum in gratification.
Jeff's tongue rocketed into Katherine's oral cavity and duelled with her tongue. Together
in this moist playground, their two organs of taste danced and frolicked. Salivas intermixed, sweet and tasty, a toothsome delight for both to sample as they pleased.
Jeff pulled free to examine his sister's tiny ear. As he exhaled and thrust his tongue into the miniscule channel he found, a shiver of delight oscillated throughout Katherine's body. Jeff had found a particularly erogenous zone. And was he ever going to make sure she'd beg him for his cock by giving her the maximum turn-on!
His dextrous oral member circled the ear, tantalized it and wetly prodded in and out with intimations of more meaningful intercourse. The tongue-penis thrust with vigor into Katherine's ear-cunt and drove her mad with desire.
She moaned continuously, begging Jeff to fuck her. The teenager said nothing. He wanted his sister to know exactly how much he had held inside him for so long, how much he needed her, how much he sincerely desired her. And to do this, he had to have her strung out to the highest sexual tension possible before plucking the string.
Katherine grabbed between her brother's legs and found the lurking male intruder. She clutched feverishly at Jeff's cock and pulled it to her cunt. Caught in such a powerful trap, the boy could do nothing but follow the dictates of his sister. His seven inches was primed and ready to go, but he wanted more, ever more before actually thrusting into her seething hot, tight cunt.
And, secretly, he was afraid that, once in-
side, he'd blow his load right away. As long as he could remain outside her clutching sheath, of female flesh, he stood a chance of preventing his premature ejaculation. He was still new at this game of sex, although he had known for years what he wanted to do should this occasion ever present itself.
Antoinette was his only piece of ass. And now Katherine, his very own sister, was going to be his second!
Jeff felt the incredible pressure building inside his body. His stomach churned, but it was a good churning, not like he had indigestion but rather like he'd just been awarded a Nobel Prize. It was sexual power building inside him, it was lust seeking an outlet that had been denied far too long.
His balls collapsed to a hard, tight, hairy sac and seemed to be like a volcano ready to explode. Jeff could feel the lava-hot sperm and semen inside his scrotum tossing and tumbling around, heaving his balls in a wild maelstrom. And he wasn't even inside Katherine's oozing little cunt yet!
His sister needed him buried far up her quim, however, to alleviate the scorching sensations that tormented her belly. He had been so expert in his lovemaking that he had made certain that she would not let him leave without having a taste of his long, hard rod in her cunt. Katherine almost screamed when Jeff lightly brushed the glans of his cock against the blood-filled outer lips to her cunt.
Her inner fastness was guarded by those rigid flaps, but just inside were the tender, sensitive labia minora. When the massive, pur-
pled arrowhead of Jeff's cock quivered and throbbed against those scalloped ridges of flesh, Katherine did cry out.
"FUCK ME! FUCUUUUUK MEEEEE.
... Oooohhh!"
Her thrashing and bucking became a hindrance to Jeff's entry into his sister's body. Finally, in blind instinct, Katherine's leg that had been draped over the back of the couch transferred itself to latch around Jeff's waist. Thus pinioned, the youth could more easily thrust into the humping, passion-driven girl's cunt.
As soon as he felt the hot moistness of pussy, Jeff shuddered in anticipation. He remembered how great it had been with Antoinette. Half fearful that this wouldn't be as good, yet half fearful that he'd be humiliated should he stop, the teenager thrust forward with his hips in a sudden, powerful, sweeping motion.
His piston movement carried him past Katherine's--outer gates and deep into her cunt. When he felt his pubic hairs mingle with hers, the juicy warmth surrounding his manmeat, the grinding of her pelvis against his groin, he knew that he had nothing to worry about.
This wasn't going to be as good as fucking Antoinette. It was going to be better!
Whether it was because he'd been scared to death with the French model or because this . was his sister whom he had lusted after for as many years as he could remember, it didn't matter. What mattered, was the fierce power with which Katherine's clutching twat gripped at his hidden length, the white-hot inferno send-
ing lances of sheer torment and delight into his groin.
Jeff swallowed hard and raised himself slightly to look down into his sister's face. Katherine's eyes were closed and she appeared to be in pain. Jeff knew better. He could feel her hunching up to meet his cock. He could feel her squeezing her stomach muscles down to make sure that he didn't pull out of her cunt. The juices flowing and oozing around his plug dribbled out and onto his balls, tickling and assuring him that she was still hot, still lustful for her brother.
Katherine half opened her eyes and stared up at Jeff. Though lust-fogged and glazed, she knew it was her brother who was fucking her. She mumbled, "Quick, Jeff, please! Ooooh, fuuuuuck meeeee!"
The youth managed to slowly retreat from his captivity, although he would have preferred to stay buried to his hilt, forever glorying in the incredible sensations cascading throughout his body.
Pulling his cock out of her love tunnel proved something of a problem. Katherine tightened her muscles and created an intense vacuum inside her; her leg pulled him down in wanton invitation to stay where he was. His sister's hands clawed at his back, shredding his shirt and leaving tiny furrows in the skin underneath. Katherine's passion for her brother knew no bounds.
But Jeff managed to win free. Leaving just the head of his cock inside her gash, he gathered his strength and then thrust forward with all the power he could summon.
They smashed together at the groin, Jeff's cock impacting against Katherine's deeply hidden cervix. They screamed out their desires simultaneously. As Jeff inhaled, he pulled out and pistoned into his sister's body again.
And again. And again.
Jeff's mind iced over with lust, his cock slick-ened by the copious flow of cunt juices from his sister's pussy. The boy tried to generate as much friction as he could with his rapid, long, prodigious thrusts. His balls tightened to an impossibly small diameter, but still he needed—wanted—more!
Jeff began rotary motion with his hips, screwing himself into Katherine with a brutal force.
Her hips rose to meet every advance, to give back in kind what he was giving her. Katherine needed a fierce man, a fucking that went beyond the gentle and placid. For her, this was the closest thing to Heaven on Earth she could find. And she'd found it with her brother, Jeff!
Jeff's hips finally took complete control of his passion-drenched body. His mind became semi-detatched, and he was almost an isolated observer watching the wanton, incestuous fucking. When the razor-sharp knife of orgasm slashed into his brain, however, there was no pretense of objectivity. He was totally possessed by the sensations smashing and tearing at his body. Jeff abandoned all attempts at control and allowed himself to ride along wherever his body told him to go. And it was a pleasant roller coaster ride of incredible sexual heights.
As Jeff was coasting down the slopes of his orgasm, Katherine screamed out, "AAAAIII-
EEEEEEE!!" as orgasm seized her body. He watched the muscles in his sister's body knot, felt the convulsive force surround his still rigid cock as her climax radiated throughout her cuntal walls.
In all too short a time, his sister's orgasm died to a warm, satisfied feeling.
Lying side by side on the couch, Jeff whispered, "Kathy, you're wonderful. And you've no idea how much I've wanted to make love to you. ..."
"And I to you, Jeff, dearest! It seems like a ... a dream or something. And to think we might never have done this if Francoise hadn't gotten us together!" Katherine snuggled closer to her brother.
Jeff began to think of what his sister had just said. It was true. Francoise was the reason he had managed to summon up the courage to fuck his own sister and find out that it wasn't sinful, that it was enjoyable. The French girl had been right.
Or had she? Jeff felt a cold chill that he had just committed a sin that would burn him in Hell forever.