Chapter 9
Irene walked into the house only a few minutes after Jimmy had left. For the first time in her life she was feeling an interest, sexually, in her brother. Now all she had to do was convince him to do it with her, which, she knew, wouldn't be too hard.
She went up to his room, hoping to find him willing. Irene knocked on the door. Micheal told her to come in.
The young girl pushed open the door and found her brother sitting on his bed. He was fully clothed, except for his socks which he was just putting on.
"I....I...."
"You what?" Carl asked, disturbed by Irene's stuttering.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what? Well, don't just stand in the doorway, come on in."
Irene walked into the room and sat on the bed next to her brother. She put one hand on his kg, just above his thigh and spoke. "I wanted to talk to you about..uh ... well, you know all the times you said you wanted to look at me?"
"Yeah, what about 'em?"
"Well, I wanted to ... uh ... know ... uh ... if ... you wanted to ... uh...."
"Fuckln' shit! What the fuck are you talkin' about?"
Irene spoke quickly, letting the words fly from her mouth. "Do you wanna look at me now?"
Carl was stunned by her suggestion, and it took him only a few moments before he could answer. "Shit! Yeah, I wanna see you. Take off your clothes!"
"Well, not now. I mean, mom and dad'll be home in a little while, and I wouldn't want them to find out what we've been doin'. How about tomorrow?"
"How about after supper?"
"We can't," Irene explained.
"We can go up into the attic or something. Besides, it maybe'll be okay. They might go out or something."
"What if they don't? They might still catch us."
"Look, If you and that guy Jimmy can fool around, then I think we can do it in our own house."
"What!? When did you see Jimmy?"
"He was here this afternoon-looking for you."
"And what did he tell you?'
"Because I asked him."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and returned to the immediate problem: a place to go where she and her brother could have a little fun without being disturbed.
"Why don't we go up into the attic after supper. I don't think anyone'll bother us there," Carl suggested, as he sensed Irene's hand moving up his thigh until he knew it was going for his cock.
When her fingers touched the cock through the cloth, he jumped and told her not to touch the thing.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Because ... because ... I just jerked off, that's why, and it hurts me a bit."
"How come you were jerkin' off?"
"Because I was thinkin' of you."
"Can....can ... I see your cock? I've never seen your thing before and I'm curious to know what it looks like."
Micheal was getting excited at the thought of showing his organ to his sister, and he could feel the prick throbbing with excitement. Within moments it was fully erect, painfully pressed the sensitive head against the rough cloth of his shorts.
"Well, will you show it to me?"
Carl nodded. "But you gotta promise not to do anything to it."
"What the fuck do you think I'll do to it? Cut it off or something?"
Carl shrugged his shoulders and stood up. He pulled the zipper of the pants down and freed his stiff prick.
The organ was still sweaty from the recent pulling he was giving it. The head was raw and red, and ultra-sensitive.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed, "dial's a really nice cock you got there." She reached out and took the stem into her hand, finding it was much smaller than Mr. Allen's.
Carl's cock throbbed when his sister put her hand around it, but he didn't make her withdraw. Slowly, she began to manipulate the organ, pulling the skin up and down.
Carl sighed with the extremes of pleasure he was receiving. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Irene released the organ and bent her head until it was directly over the head of the cock. She put the head of the stiff, throbbing cock into her mouth and began to suck on it with a passion.
"Get the fuck away from there," Carl demanded.
Irene let the prick slip from her mouth and land against his belly. "What's the matter?"
"The fuckin' thing hurts too much. I told you I just jerked off, and it hurts me too much."
"Jesus," Irene said, feigning surprise, "when all the other guys I know do it, let me blow them, I mean, they can go for a couple o' times...."
"You let these guys shoot into your mouth?"
"I always do. It's more fun that way. Who wants a blow job without being able to shoot into the person's mouth."
"I always do. It's more fun that way. Who wants a blow job without being able to shoot into the person's mouth."
"I guess you're right, but listen: we can't do anything here. Mom n' dad'll be home in a little while, and my cock hurts too much. We can wait until after supper."
Irene agreed to wait until after supper. Besides, she thought, it would provide a sufficient period of time for her vagina to calm down, and enough time for her to take a bath and get rid of the scummy smell of the teacher.
As they ate supper, Irene and Micheal glanced at each other almost constantly. Each time their eyes met, they smiled, a wicked, child-like smile. Both children finished dinner many minutes before their parents and quickly ran upstairs to the second floor.
"Well?" Irene whispered.
"Let's wait a while. Maybe they'll go out or something. If they go out we can do anything we want right in the middle of the living room floor. If they stay home, they'll probably just sit downstairs and watch television."
Irene agreed to wait, but before they separated to go to their rooms, she managed to grab the crotch of his pants and give his cock a tender squeeze.
Micheal smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.
As she sat in her room, waiting nervously for something to happen she began to think about all the boys that would love to fuck her: her brother, Jimmy, Carl, Mr. Allen, and a lot of her cousins. She was slightly confused about Mr. Aliens suggestion that It would be good for her to fuck with her brother and cousins, but she didn't mind. As long as there was a cock attached to the body, she could do something with it.
After more than an hour passed, she stormed out of her room. Her parents were still in the living room, so she crept down the steps until she could see them sitting on the couch watching television.
She went to Micheal's door and opened it. Micheal was resting on his bed, recuperating from his experiences of that afternoon.
"Come on," she demanded. "They're downstairs watching TV. they won't bother us."
"Why don't we stay in one of the bedrooms? What if they come upstairs and can't find us? They might get suspicious or something."
Irene agreed, and suggested they use her room. "They won't think anything's wrong if you're in my room and I have the TV on."
Michael agreed and followed Irene into her bedroom. When he walked in, he realized it had been a long time since he had been in her room, and hadn't realized what his sister really liked.
On the walls were pictures, cut from magazines, of current rock stars and television stars. Most of the men were young: late teens and early twenties. "Who are all those guys?" Michael asked. "Guys I'd like to blow, that's who." Michael laughed as he closed the door behind him. "Well, take off your clothes."
"I can't take off everything. But I can show you a lot, too, just by lifting up my clothes."
"Well, let me see your cunt."
Irene lilted her dress and pulled down her shorts, exposing the slit covered with the light down of pubic hair. Michael's eyes widened at the sight of the female organ, and his cock instinctively Stiffened.
"Can I put my finger in?" he asked.
"Go ahead," she directed as she lay back on the bed outstretching her legs.
Michael sat on the bed, along side of her, and put his opened hand over the cunt. His fingers tickled the labia, then the clitoris, then went between the folds.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed, "Is the door closed?"
Carl nodded, shoving his finger even deeper into the hole.
"But is it locked?"
Michael shook his head and climbed from the bed. He locked the door and ran back to the bed, his arm outstretched, aiming at her cunt.
He found the mark, and began to finger fuck her for a few moments.
"Michael," Irene began, "do you want me to suck on your cock?"
Michael nodded tentatively as he opened his fly, freeing the still organ. Irene pushed him back onto the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs. She let the stiff prick slide between her teeth and immediately began to suck on the hot head.
Within moments Michael was twisting and turning around the bed. "Oh ... oh ... ummmmmmmm...." he muttered through clenched teeth.
"Fuck me, brother, luck me," she whispered as she freed the cock from her mouth.
Without hesitation, Michael climbed on top of her and began to poke at her groin. He couldn't find the hole with his cock and Irene was forced to guide the organ to the mark.
It easily slipped between the folds and entered to the hilt. Humping on her, the cock slid in and out, pounding against the tender uterus.
Within moments he began to spurt great quantities of scum into the tube, filling it beyond its capacities. As Michael withdrew with a sloching sound, drops of semen dribbled from Irene's cunt.
"Oh, man," she muttered. "That was really beautiful. You can fuck me a million times if you want to."
Michael pulled from her and rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. It was the first time in his life that he had ever experienced intercourse with a female, and he enjoyed it immensely.
"Suck on it for awhile," he demanded, as he put his arm under his sister's head and directed it to his dying cock.
Irene, with no hesitation, took the flaccid cock into her mouth, ignoring the smell and taste of cunt juice and cock juice.
She rolled the organ between her lips, causing it to grow to full size once more. Michael wanted to come again, but he knew it would be impossible. He had ejaculated twice that afternoon, and now once more. The cock ached from the constant erection he was forced to maintain and the head throbbed with a mixture of pain and passion.
"Stop!" he demanded, pulling Irene's mouth away from the organ.
"What's the matter?" Irene asked, as she played with his balls.
"My fuckin' cock hurts too much. I can't shoot any more today."
"How come?" she demanded to know, pulling at the sac between his legs.
"Because I shot a couple o' times this afternoon, that's why."
Irene accepted his excuse, but still wanted to play with him. She told him to sit on the edge of the bed so she could suck on his balls. Michael did as he was told and just lay there for many minutes as his younger sister licked at the soft pliable skin of the scrotum.
Suddenly, they heard the sounds of someone coming up the steps. Within seconds both children were fully dressed. Irene sat on the floor and Michael sat on the bed, acting as if they were simply watching the television.
Mr. Whittier knocked on the door and Irene told him to come in.
"Your mother and I will be going out later on this evening. I don't want you," he said, pointing at Irene, "to leave the house tonight. And I want you," he continued, pointing at Michael, "to be back home by midnight if you go out."
"I don't think I'll be going out tonight, dad," Michael told his father. "I'll just stay home and watch television for a couple o' hours and then go to sleep."
"Well, just remember what I said in case you do decide to go out," Mr. Whittier reiterated as he closed the door and went to his room to dress.
"Fabulous," he whispered to Irene.
Irene knew what lie was referring to and smiled at her brother. "I guess we can still have a pretty good time. When they leave we can do anything we want without being disturbed."
Michael tell a gnawing sensation in his groin at the expectation of making love to his sister for a few hours without any disturbance.
For an hour the two kids sat in Irene's room watching television, waiting for their parents to leave for where-ever it was they were going.
Finally, Mrs. Whittier opened the door and stuck her head through the crack. "We're leaving now," she told her children. "Don't go out, Irene, and Michael, I want you to be home by midnight."
Michael nodded and watched as his mother closed the door and listened for every footstep as they walked down to the living room and finally out of the house.
As soon as they heard the door closing, Michael was standing. When the sound of the car as it was being started, reached the upper floor, he began to undress.
"Well," he began, somewhat startled, when he saw that Irene wasn't making any move to remove her clothing.
"I was just thinkin', Michael," she said, quite seriously, "Do you think what we're doin' is all right?"
"Shit, yeah! I don't see anything wrong with it at all. Whatever makes you feel good is alright just as long as it doesn't interfere with anybody else, and I don't think we're interfering with anyone right now."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she told him, as she stood up and pulled on the zipper of her dress. "Let's get everything off," she said, with a sudden change of mood, " and get goin'."
Michael smiled happily as he pulled off his pants.
Irene got on her knees and crawled over to him. She pulled down his shorts and took the soft cock into her mouth. Now she sensed the smell of both their juices, and she didn't enjoy it very much.
"Let's take a shower," she suggested.
Michael agreed, pulling off his teeshirt and socks. Now that they were both naked, and free to roam the house as they so desired, it didn't bother them to walk out into the hall and to the bathroom.
At any other time, doing that would have seemed an impossibility, but now that both parents were out, they had the house to themselves, and Michael was seriously thinking of fucking his sister on the living room floor.
"Do you know where mom and dad went?" Irene asked.
"Dad told me they were goin' to the movies," Michael explained.
Immediately, Irene did some figuring. If it took them ten minutes to get to the theater, and the movies took three hours or so, then they wouldn't be home until way after midnight, giving them more than three hours to have some fun. Irene also realized that three hours would be the most she would spend with any one guy. With Jimmy she was limited to no more than a half hour at a time, and with Mr. Allen, the most was just two hours. "This should be interesting," she thought with a smile.
They went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. Michael turned on the water and they stood there as the clear clean water washed their bodies of the perspiration and sex juice.
They washed each other, both paying particular attention to the groin area of the other. After they were sufficiently clean, they helped dry each other and then returned to the bedroom.
"Which room do you want to use?" Michael asked.
"I don't care," she told him, leading him into her bedroom again.
Michael finally noticed his sister's breasts and when she climbed onto the bed he immediately put his mouth onto one nipple and began sucking on it.
Using his teeth, he bit onto the nipple until he made it harden. Irene was groaning from the pleasure and began humping her hips up and down, trying to tell Michael that she wanted something more.
Michael sensed the movements of her body and began to lick further down her belly. His tongue touched the light down of hair around her cunt and he could almost smell the hole. Touching her clitoris made her jump with pleasure, as she ground her groin into his face.
Acting instinctively, Michael moved further down until his lips were covering her cunt lips. Using his tongue on the opening, he forced it to spread and began licking at the soft skin within. Irene was writhing with sensual pleasure as her brother lapped at her cunt.
"Eat it out," she muttered. "Eat it out."
"Sit on my face," he told her, and she immediately did so.
Positioning her body over his face she sat down very slowly until she could feel the tongue whipping at the hole. She found it difficult to maintain that position, and was occasionally slipping down onto his face, cutting off his breath. She would quickly lift her hips, permitting his tongue to continue.
Finally, Irene felt her orgasm coming. She sat on Michael's face and squeezed her thighs around his head, twisting and rolling from side to side as the spasms rocked her body.
Michael went wild. Irene's cunt was over his mouth, dripping juice into the opening. The pressure of her body cut off all the air and he fought desperately to free himself from the vise of her legs.
Crabbing her by the hips, lie lifted her from his head and screamed at her to get off.
Slowly, painfully, she lifted one leg from his head and fell onto the bed. "That was really beautiful," she told him.
"You got your shit in my mouth and everything," he heaved, trying to force air into his lungs.
"What are you bitchin' about? I swallowed your scum and stuff. A little cuntjuice won't kill you."
"That's not what I'm complainin' about. You almost fuckin' killed me when you collapsed on my face."
"Well, you're okay now, aren't you?"
Michael nodded and went to put his finger into the opening.
"Don't do that," she advised.
"Why the fuck not?"
"That's why not," she laughed. "I want you to fuck me again."
Michael agreed and quickly mounted her, forcing the stiff cock into her hole.
Irene spread her legs as wide as possible, then threw her legs over his back and then formed a cross.
Michael's body moved up and down on hers as she moved in the opposite direction.
As Micheal fucked, he suddenly realized that there was a possibility of causing pregnancy in his sister. 'I don't think I should fuck you," he said suddenly as he stopped in mid-air, with his cock still inside her.
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" she exclaimed, trying to pull his hips down.
"What if you get pregnant?"
"I didn't even consider that. Do you think I might get pregnant?"
"I don't know," he said, trying to keep her from pulling his hips down.
"Well, this guy I fu ... I know....told me about bags or something. Do you have any?"
Micheal never had any need of buy bags before, but told his sister that he had run out.
Irene realized that if he didn't have any protection, and if she still feared pregnancy, then she would have to make him stop, but she still wanted to feel the scum beating against her uterus.
"Forget about it, Carl,' she advised, "fuck me anyway. I don't think anything'll happen to me."
Carl agreed and slowly lowered his hips, forcing the stiff cock deeply into her. Slowly lifting and lowering his hips, the dick-head rubbed against the soft and moist skin of her vagina.
Within moments, the scum shot into her, filling the cunt with his scum. Micheal rolled from his sister and lay on the bed, rubbing his sore cock'.
For many minutes they lay on the bed, breathing heavily. Carl was experiencing the weirdest sensations he had ever had, never had he been engaged in Intercourse before, and especially with his sister.
He enjoyed it, but lie still had some qualms of conscience. And the fear of pregnancy still preyed on his mind. If there was some way to positively prevent pregnancy, he would quickly make use of it. Therefore, he knew, it was imperitive to buy some scum bags.
For the time being, however, he was still wanting to satisfy his body with his sister, and was willing to take part in anything she wanted to do.
"What else do you want to do?" Irene asked, as she slipped her hand between his legs and tickled the soft skin between his balls and his ass.
Carl, obligingly, spread his legs and permitted her fingers to enter. "How about eating out my ass?" he suggested.
Irene agreed, as she slipped out her hand and pushed Carl by his hips, making him roll over onto his stomach. She crawled from the bed and crept between his legs, as she let her mouth encompass the small hole. She licked at the tiny opening until her tongue and cheeks began to ache from the difficult position.
"Okay," Micheal declared as he closed his thighs around her head. "Now I want to do you."
Irene crawled from his legs and positioned herself Just as Micheal was recently placed on the bed. She felt as he crawled between her legs and spread her cheeks with his fingers.
A single finger poked at the opening, trying to force its way in, but the muscles contracted involuntarily, preventing him from getting any more than the tip of his finger in.
"Come on," she demanded. "Start licking it."
Micheal removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue, whipping at the tiny hole until he felt the rawness of his tongue.
"Now lick up into my cunt," she asked.
Michael removed his tongue from the hole and tried to force his way into her cunt
"Roll over," he whispered excitedly.
Irene did so, and felt as his tongue moved up her thigh and finally reach her cunt. His tongue lashed at the sore skin, forcing her to another orgasm. Irene felt spasms of light and color flashing through her brain as the sensations moved from her groin and spread throughout her entire body.
That was it, and Irene knew it. She could not withstand another orgasm. One more and she was sure to faint. The only thing she could do now was devote the last hour to her brother's body, trying to bring him to at least two more orgasms before their parents returned home.
For the final hour, Irene did nothing but enjoy the taste of her brother's cock in her mouth as she sucked on it, forcing him to three more orgasms.
The last orgasm drove him wild with passion. He crawled around the bed, scampering like a cat, as his cock throbbed violently, trying to force the scum from his sac, bur the scum would never come.
When the orgasm passed, he lay on the bed, panting heavily He was done. There was nothing left for him to give to his sister and they lay on the bed, wrapped in the arms of each other.
Sleep was trying to force itself upon the both of them, but they knew they could not succumb. Within an hour, their parents would be home and by that time they would have to have showered and act as if nothing unusual happened.
When they heard the sound of the car doors slamming, they were both safely in bed.