Chapter 11

The couple had really worn her out. This was the most satisfied Jackie could remember feeling since that party-how long ago?-where Steve had popped her cherry. It seemed like years and years and years ago. It seemed incredible to her when she realized it was less than a month in her past.

So much fucking in that time! And she didn't regret a single bit of it. Each lay had been different, exciting, worthwhile. She had rapidly graduated from high school kids to real men. The studs at Walter Williams Memorial High just couldn't cut it compared to the men she'd found using the CB radio.

Making it with another chick was interesting. Jackie couldn't think of herself as a lesbian, knew she would never qualify. Men were too much fun. She needed cock, not rubber dildos. The feel of a meaty prick, shivering with lust, hot with passion, fucking her tight little cunt could never be duplicated by a hunk of rubber.

But being bisexual was something she'd have to think about. That was an entirely different game.

She couldn't deny she and the woman seemed to complement each other. They were soul mates in a way she had never been with any man. Being bi had its problems, but it seemed to have its rewards, too.

Another woman knew intimately well all the rights things to do. A man had to be told, otherwise he would never know. He was wired up differently. That was apparent.

Heater and Hot Pants had shown her a good time. And the money hadn't been peanuts either. She felt the three bills tucked neatly in her pocket. A hundred and fifty dollars for an hour or two of something she loved doing.

Most people never had it so good. They hated their jobs, found them dull and boring, didn't like their bosses, something. But she was making good money doing what came natural to her. In fact, she had to do this. Her body refused to let her just slide along in the mainstream of life.

Paid for doing exciting work-not work, she quickly corrected, fun!

But she couldn't think of herself as a hooker. That was sordid. Hookers paid off pimps who were nothing more than leeches sucking the lifeblood from virtual slaves. Jackie couldn't exactly figure how she classed herself.

Just a sixteen-year-old girl out for some kicks. Well-paying kicks, to boot.

She pulled into the drive way and saw only one light on; it was in her brother's room. Feeling a little guilty about neglecting him when he'd come all the way home from Germany, she slipped into the house and immediately went into Dennis' room.

He was packing. He looked up, smiled slightly and said, "Hi. Been out again?"

"Sure, big brother. You know how it is." She sat down on the bed.

"No I don't. Why don't you tell me how it is."

Jackie looked at him. He was trying hard not to get mad. But at her? For what? What had she done?

"Look, Dennis, I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you. I know you probably won't be back for another six or eight months. And I'm sorry. Really. But... "

"But you were out whoring around and couldn't take the time."

She sat, stunned.

"I know what you've been doing," he continued, his voice bitter now. "You're using that goddamn CB radio to pick up truckers. I wondered what the big attraction was when I showed you how to use the rig. I did some digging around. It's not hard to find out when a new chick hits the scene. Everyone's talking about the blonde Pussy Lips."

"I'm not a whore, Dennis. Believe me. It's just that... that I need a lot of sex. And I wasn't getting it around the school. I... I guess I've been looking for someone as good in bed as you are."

That shook him. He had a shocked look on his face.

Jackie pressed her advantage. "After that night when we, uh, balled, it was like I needed miles and miles of cock. I was looking for someone who was even half as good as you. You don't have to believe me. You probably don't and I can't blame you. But it's true!"

"You mean I turned you on so much, you've been out fucking anything that moved trying to match me?"

"Something like that. I finally realized what a load of bullshit Mom and Dad handed out over the years. Be a virgin, get married, but be a virgin. That's like buying a pair of gloves without ever seeing them or trying them on. They might fit and be just what you want. But you can't tell. I, well, put it this way. I've been shopping around seeing what I want, what I need in the way of a man."

"Have you found out?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"What's that mean?"

"I want you. You're the exact type of man I want. And . . . and I know I can never have you!" She started crying.

He put his arm around her. "I knew I shouldn't have screwed you that night. But you needed comforting. And hell, I needed to get my rocks off, too. I guess it's my fault for doing it, though."

"N-no! I wanted it, too. We're both at fault, if you want to call it that. We needed each other."

"Have you finally found someone else?"

"No."

He swallowed and pulled her a little closer. Dennis felt responsible for what had happened. He was almost driving his little sister into a life of whoring just because he couldn't control his own urges.

"Look, why have you been taking the money if you're not the young Miss Hooker of the Year?"

"Why not? I never asked for a penny. But they wanted to give it to me so I took k. I. . . I've got almost a thousand dollars."

Dennis had to laugh in spite of himself. "A grand? Hell and damnation, kid, you must be a helluva good lay!" He stopped himself then. He realized what he was saying. Not quite encouraging her, but almost.

"I don't care about that, Dennis. Really. It's... it's finding someone who cares and who can take care of me sexually. That's what I've been hunting for."

"You won't find it out on the road. People traveling through a city are only after a one-night stand. They've probably got families somewhere else. So, will you promise me you won't go screwing around with that fuck in' radio anymore?"

She looked up into his eyes. They were concerned-for her. But if she agreed, what then? She'd be cut off from her only source of hungry cock voracious enough for her pussy.

"On one condition."

"Name it," he said.

"Fuck me again. One last time. Before you leave."

"No. I can't do that, Jackie. You know why. It's not... right." Looking at her, he wondered why it wasn't. He had really started her on all this. And if balling her one more time would get her to give up the life she was falling into, it would certainly be worth it. He could look on it as therapy. Even rehabilitation.

And a hell of a lot of fun. He remembered with great fondness how it had been that night a month ago.

"I've got to pack."

"So pack it... this! ... into me!" Her hand was pressing suggestively into his crotch. His sister had a way of making things seem so simple. A complex thing like balling a flesh-and-blood relative was suddenly a simple problem. Did he want to or not? That's how easy it was now.

He wanted to.

He bent down and kissed her upturned face. Her. lips tasted better than he'd remembered. She pressed close to him, demanding, urging him on. Their bodies rubbed against each other, stimulating, promising more.

Soon, they were lying alongside each other on his bed. His sister snuggled closer to unzip his fly. His cock tumbled out. She took it and began stroking up and down it, beating him off. He felt the tremors deep in his groin. If she kept that up, he'd cream all over her.

And he wanted his prick somewhere else when he erupted.

He pulled free of her. He didn't want to let his cock go unattended, but had little choice. Better that it was out in the cold for a while and able to fuck later, than be drained of its jism now.

Their lips melted together. His tongue started out to enter her mouth only to encounter her tongue. Darting from one mouth to another, their tongues played hide and seek. And when they found each other, their rough, pink tongues stroked and caressed and worked miracles.

Both were panting by the time he started moving back along her fragile jaw to her ear. His hot breath sensitized her already aroused flesh. Then he started nibbling on her ear. She pressed her body firmly against his, demanding more. He tried to ignore it but couldn't. He wanted a lot more foreplay, to give her the full spectrum of fucking.

She obviously wanted his cock-now.

He let his tongue rim around the edge of her ear. Quick, fast, he probed into her ear. She moaned once, then her hands began clawing at his back. She was fully aroused now and demanding more, far more than a tongue in her ear. He knew she dug this. But she wanted his prick stuffed between her legs.

She had really gotten to be a sex-starved bitch in the past month.

He vowed to give her what she wanted. He'd fuck her until she couldn't possibly stand it any longer. He'd show her what it meant to be really well fucked.

Jackie was writhing around, her cunt demanding to be filled. She felt her emotions soaring. She was actually getting a chance to screw her brother again.

Incest!

The word echoed through her head. It made her cunt gooey with desire. It turned her on in a big way.

Fucking with her brother!

She shivered with delight and spread her legs even wider. The panties she still wore ripped at the crotch. Now she had a convenient hole into which she could shove her brother's cock to reach . . . her hole!

He was flat on his back as she climbed on him. He didn't protest that she was taking the initiative. He could let her do her damnedest, then still have enough lead in his pencil to fuck the daylights out of her.

She lifted up and grabbed his dong. Positioning it under her, she let it slide through the hole in her undies. Her cunt was already juicy. There wasn't the least bit of friction as his dork slid smoothly into her body.

Gasping with the sudden intrusion of his cock, she simply sat astraddle his body, luxuriating in the feel of it inside her. The cock was pulsating. It throbbed with a vitality lacking in other men's dongs. She couldn't explain why her brother's cock excited her so much.

Maybe it was forbidden fruit. Maybe it was because this was incest that she got such a charge from it.

Or maybe it was true that her brother was different from other men, that he could more easily satisfy her with his cock.

She didn't care what it was. Laying dormant in her cunt was nice, but she wanted more. She had to have it surging far up into her juicy quim. Nothing less would do.

Lifting her hips up, she let his cock slip from her slickened pussy. She paused at the top of her fucking cycle. His cockhead split her pussy lips just enough to send little electric thrills into her body. She savored them like a gourmet lingering, over a fine meal. Then she relaxed just a little and allowed an inch of his prick to enter her.

It pressed into the tiny chamber of her box. She twisted from side to side. His cock rubbed and turned and stimulated her inner sex lips. Her vulva felt turgid, bloated with blood. Her entire crotch was coming fully alive now from the magic of the fucking.

As the warmth spread like heated butter through her loins, she lowered herself another inch. It slid easily into her, spread the rubbery tunnel of her cunt. She sighed. It was so nice having her brother's cock going into her fuming, frothy little pussy again. Her quim needed his cock. It was unmatched for giving her a sex high.

"How you like it, big brother?"

"Keep going, you stupid bitch!" he moaned. "I only got so much will power. I already want to screw you silly!"

She smiled at his words. This was what she wanted to hear. She was giving him a large charge of sexual electricity. It was going into his prong and down into his balls. And he was coming alive to her. She was turning him on now.

Things had changed since the first time they'd fucked. He had taken the initiative then. He'd known what she wanted and given it to her. Comforting her, he'd fucked her the best she'd ever gotten it.

But now she was able to know her own needs, her own desires. And she was able to give him what he wanted, too. Experience had taught her a hell of a lot about men. She was going to be able to bring her brother off with little trouble.

First she had to get her own kicks.

She drove his spike of pleasure another inch into her yearning cunt. It squished in around her juicy cunt walls. She sighed again as the cock spread her collapsed pussy, stretching her out. The rubbery texture of her twat hadn't changed much. She still had a virgin-tight cunt, juicy, hot and clinging. She knew she could pleasure any man.

As if her brother was just any man. He was someone special. He was her brother.

Incest. '

The word came back to her.

She lowered her hips another couple inches. He pressed firmly against her twat now. His length was almost totally buried up her demanding passage. She twisted and turned and rocked back and forth. She tried to rip his cock out by the roots. Firmly gripping it with her strong stomach muscles, she loved the trapped feeling of his dork in her guts. It throbbed with a vitality missing in other cocks. It set her own desires on fire. She was slowly being consumed by her own needs.

Dropping the last inch jammed the prick all the way up her twat. She sat there, impaled on his cock. She felt his balls pressing into her crotch. The wetness spread and lubricated all their genitals. But the churning she felt in his nuts told her the entire story.

He was going to cum soon.

She was turning him on so much, he wasn't able to control himself very well. Looking down into his face gave her the complete picture. His eyelids were half closed. He was biting his lower lip. And the rigid set to his features assured the girl that her brother was close to blasting out his wad into her hungry cunt.

She began the slow journey to the top of his pillar of man meat. His fierce red cock slid from between her pussy lips, coated with fuck juice. It glittered in the light of the room. She looked down between her legs and marveled at the sight.

It was as if she were some sort of magician conjuring a cock from her guts. She let all but the plum-tipped head out of her hot man trap. She twisted from side to side and watched his cock dance around. Then she simply relaxed and dropped.

She took his entire length up her cunt with bone-jarring abruptness.

She loved the way his dong slammed into her. Rising up, then plummeting down again, she started fucking herself in earnest. No more gentle cum-ons. This was for real. This was the heavy fucking.

As his cock slid in and out of her clutching twat, she mumbled over and over, "Incest! Dennis ... brother .. . incest! Love it! Love the long cock in my twat! Incest!"

Her brother didn't hear. The blood pounded too loudly in his ears for that. All he knew was the flame of desire burning brightly in his cock. The entire length of his pecker was on fire. If it had been dipped in acid, more violent sensations couldn't have been ripping through it.

He felt his balls tighten. The sac was filled with heavy, creamy jism. And his cock was going to release it at any instant. He struggled to hold it back. He wanted more from his little sister than a quickie.

He wanted to fuck her all night long. He loved the way her cunt fitted around his prong. He felt like he was driving into a velvet glove, a tight, hot and clinging glove. She was able to squeeze down with her stomach muscles in a way most chicks never even thought of.

She was massaging and caressing the entire length of his dork. And it was driving him wild with desire!

His hips began lifting off the bed to meet her downward trip. Their crotches smashed together with a squishy, wet sound. Grinding hard, he managed to shove his prick an extra inch up her cunt. It felt as if he was plugging a hole in a dike.

His cock seemed to be sucked into her guts. She was turning into a milking machine after his semen. Tiny ripples up and down her slippery twat tried to rob him of his lead-heavy load. He resisted. He wanted more.

Sweating, he lifted his hips off the bed again. This time he began to thrash and squirm about under her descending cunt. He felt her pussy lips lewdly kiss his prong. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. Her sex lips actually opened up of their own accord and planted a juicy kiss on his length.

His cock twisted and spun hard in her tunnel of love. She was getting ready to come. He could tell. Looking at her face, she seemed to have a mask on. But it was a rigid mask of passion. Her eyes were half closed, giving her a sleepy look.

But he knew she was anything but sleepy. Not with his cock driving with incredible force up her cunt. He was jolting her hard enough each time they fucked together to bounce and jiggle her tits. He loved the way they bounced.

And then he decided to help her along the road to orgasm. He reached down between their legs and pressed her pussy lips tightly around his prod. He gasped at the sudden increase of pleasure in his groin. He hadn't thought it was possible to give himself so much enjoyment with such a simple act.

Her pussy lips were completely engulfing him now. He felt them ripple and squeeze down with a power he hadn't believed possible. But he wasn't complaining. Far from it. He was barely able to hold back the result of his passion.

His balls were hurting almost too much to bear now. But the way his cock felt, he wanted to fuck forever.

Moving his hand over to her clit, he pressed the tiny button back down into the sheath of flesh from which it poked up. . She cried out incoherently when he touched her pleasure center. The little go button was quivering with ill-suppressed lust now.

She came when he began to stroke up and down the slippery pillar. Her clit was still the trigger for. her cum.

He knew he couldn't last any longer when his sister began really fucking herself. She moved so fast up and down his pole, she was a blur. And the way her cunt clutched at his buried length, he was being crushed to death.

His balls erupted their load. He fountained out his gallons and gallons of spunk. The white goo spurted powerfully all the way into her body, then, when he was starting to run dry, her pussy walls began rippling up and down his dong. She milked him some more.

When he was dry as a desert, her twat released him.

They both collapsed in extreme tiredness. He knew she'd gotten off on the fucking. He could tell by the glow in her eyes, the way her skin was flushed.

He asked, "Do we have a deal?"

"Huh? What do you mean, brother dear?"

"About you stopping. I don't want you using my CB radio any more to pick up people. That was the deal. We balled one more time and you stopped doing it."

She sighed. It had been so good fucking her brother again. He was a real cocksman. But she'd found better out on the road. A couple of the truckers were just super studs. How could she give that up and still keep the promise to her brother?

She wondered if it would be worth it making the promise.

He said, "Come on, Jackie. You told me you would agree when we'd made it once more. Are you going to back out now?"

"No," she said. "I promise I won't use your CB any more to go out hustling men on the highway. For a good fucking like you've given me, I'd promise just about anything."

"Good," he said. "And I want you to keep that promise. I'm going to be gone so I won't be able to ride herd on you."

"I don't want you to ride herd on me. I just want you to ride me!"

"Sexy bitch!"

"Want to make it again?" she asked, hopefully.

"So soon? Hardly able, I'd say."

"Oh, we'll see about that!" and she dived down to his crotch. Her mouth fastened on his cum-drenched cock and began to suck. Soon she had all his jism licked clean and was tasting her own cunt juices. This was where it was at. She loved her brother's dong. She'd do anything- anything at all-for it.

Even promise not to use his CB again.