Chapter 1

John Travis cursed silently as the lush, naked body of his older sister moved out of view. He knew Janna was fishing in her closet for a nightie and would be back by the bed again in a minute, but the delay was murder right now. He tightened his grasp on his swollen cock and waited, his eyes still peeled to the crack in the door.

Janna drifted back to the bed, humming a popular tune and carrying a sheer black nightgown. Her large breasts jiggled as she sat down on the edge of the mattress and lit a cigarette. She glanced at the gown in her hand, made a face, then tossed the filmy garment to the rug. Sighing, she stubbed out the barely lit cigarette and reclined full length on the bed. A cool breeze from the slightly ajar door passed over her nipples. She reached down and touched one, then the other.

It had been a miserable day. Scores of good-looking men had passed through the office where Janna worked, but again she had no date tonight. Jane, Rita, other prettier girls got all the dates.... Janna smiled. If only they could see her now, stretched out naked on the bed. They'd know then who was prettiest. From the neck down, anyway....

John wasn't thinking in terms of pretty or prettiest right then. All he knew, as he tugged on his large cock, was that his oldest sister had the biggest, sexiest tits he'd ever seen, even better than the ones in the books he had hidden in his room. He thought of sucking on one of those plump little nipples. Immediately, his prick stiffened even more. John loosened his grip on himself, afraid he'd come at once and wanting to make this last as long as possible.

This was only the third time he'd had the chance to do this, beat off as he watched Janna strip, and he wanted to stretch it out if he could. The first time he had come as soon as Janna had dropped her panties. The sight of her golden triangle, cradled between full pink thighs, had been too much for the sixteen-year-old. The second time had been a little better. He'd held off until Janna was completely naked. Then, watching his sister calmly apply a hot orange polish to her toenails, one foot on a chair, her thighs parted, her little slit vividly exposed, John had shot all over himself. This time he meant to pace himself.

Janna stiffened slightly on the bed, her hand midway between her tits and her cunt. There it was again, a sound from the hallway. This time she was sure of it. She stifled a smile, suspecting it was John, the nosiest of her brothers. He was spying on her again! Janna felt no real closeness to her younger brother, but she had been noticing him lately, since that time she thought she had heard a muted groan just outside her door, the time she was polishing her toenails before going to bed. She had heard the sound, waited, and minutes later had peeked out her door to see John slipping into his own room from the darkened hallway.

It was then that she realized her little brother was growing up.... His muscular body was the body of a man, not a boy. He was built like their father but had been fortunate enough to inherit their mother's good looks. Well, if the kid wanted to see something, Janna would give him something to see. Deliberately she dropped her hand to her cunt and spread the little lips.

From where John kneeled, he had a perfect view of his sister's opening cunt. He tightened his grasp on his tool and waited to see what would come next.

Janna dipped a finger into her pussy and lifted her legs. The thought of her brother peeping on her, probably playing with himself as he watched, excited her. She was hot, anyway, long overdue for a good fucking. Her plain face tensed as she plunged her finger deeper into her hole. She didn't want a finger up there, certainly not her own. She needed something larger, something to soothe the powerful itch in her pussy. She wondered how John was hung....

The boy gripped the wall with one hand, steadying himself as he watched. He didn't dare blink, didn't dare miss a moment of this unexpected treat. The lovely flesh of his sister's perfect body was the most thrilling thing he'd ever seen. Even when he had made out with his girl friends, it was Janna's body he had been thinking of. His excitement was so great that he wasn't aware that his sister had left the bed and run to the door until the brilliant light from her bedroom was flooding over his body.

"So! Spying on me!" she hissed, her hand still on the doorknob. "You little. . . . "

John stared at the naked girl mutely, his hand still frozen on his cock. But before he could say anything his sister grabbed his hand and yanked him into the room, closing the door all but a crack.

"Shhh! Dad!" Janna reached out and flicked off the light.

Then John heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs. Through the crack in the door they were able to see their father, swaying slightly, his business suit wrinkled after a long day at the office and a longer evening at some bar. He was cursing slightly as he made his way to the room he shared with his wife.

"He's inside. It's okay now," Janna whispered, softly closing the door all the way.

John heard the click of the lock and looked in the direction of his sister's white body, a ghostly shadow in the darkness of the room.

Janna fumbled with a soft bedside light, then turned to her brother.

In the dim lighting Janna seemed amused, not angry. John couldn't keep his eyes from her naked body, so close to him. Then he became aware of his cock, still semi-erect, still hanging out of his pants. Flushing, he started to tuck it back into his fly. But his sister's hand stopped him.

"You've been looking at me. Why can't I look at you?" She smiled and reached for his prick. "You're not a little boy anymore, Johnny." She squeezed the rapidly hardening flesh gently. "In fact, you're a bigger boy than I thought." Squeezing her brother's cock like this was like tossing fuel onto the raging bonfire already burning out of control in her cunt. Sighing, the girl quickly got to her knees and kissed the tip of his prick. "Very big," she sighed, opening her mouth. Her lips closed over the head of his cock while her tongue began to roll over the shaft.

John groaned and clutched his sister's head. "Stop! What are you doing.... "

But Janna seemed not to hear. She sucked more of the boy's cock into her mouth, moaning softly as the fullness of him slipped down her throat.

Feeling the last inch of his dick covered by heat and wetness, John groaned, his knees buckling with the sheer ecstasy of it. He fell to the rug, aware that the wonderful mouth was still on him, sucking him. He was on his back now, the rug rough under him, his sister on her hands and knees over him, wildly sucking on his cock as if starving for his hot young juices.

"Janna!" he moaned, twisting his fingers in her short curly hair. All reservations about Janna being his sister were completely forgotten now. All that mattered was that he was exploding into her mouth.

"Damn it!" Janna pulled away, choking on his unexpected ejaculation. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at the boy. "What's the hurry? Damn it, Johnny." The fire in her cunt was an inferno now. Lowering herself to the rug, she pulled her brother on top of her. "Ever fuck a girl, Johnny? I was fucking at your age."

John pulled away slightly, immediately irritated at Janna's reference to the difference in their ages. She was less than two years older than he. Big deal. "Sure, I've fucked chicks before," he lied, remembering all the times he'd almost gotten laid.

She giggled, reaching down for his cock. "Not with it like that, you haven't." She lightly pinched his shrunken prick.

Blushing, John twisted his hips away from her. Her big tits were grinding into his lightly haired chest. Embarrassment vied with desire, but now that the boy had shot his load, embarrassment was winning. "We...we shouldn't be doing this, Janna," he whispered, not quite meeting her eyes. "It's wrong."

Janna would have been amused if it wasn't for the throbbing heat between her thighs. "What's so wrong about it, Johnny? Lots of brothers and sisters play with each other like this." Gently she began to rotate her pelvis against his soft cock. "Buddy and Barbra Jennings do it all the time with each other. So do Hank Phillips and his two sisters."

"You're lying!" John had known the Phillips teenagers for over a year, and the Jennings twins all of his life, practically. "You're just saying that!"

"Can't you get it hard again?" Janna lowered her hand to his balls. "I really want you to fuck me, little brother." Her hand froze on his balls as they heard a distant door open and footsteps going down the hall. "Dad's going to the head," she whispered. "Shhh!"

John felt a film of perspiration grease his forehead as he remained motionless over the naked body of his sister until the footsteps returned down the hall and the door to the master bedroom was again shut.

"Wow!" John got off his sister and sat down on her bed, his knees still shaking.

Sighing, Janna got up and sat beside him on the bed. She reached for a cigarette and lit it. "You sure do scare easy, kid."

John glared at her. Then, defiantly, he reached over and helped himself to one of her cigarettes.

"Well, at least you smoke like a man," Janna teased.

"That's not all I do. You just...well...you surprised me, that's all." He sneaked a look at her. "Did you mean it? About Hank and Buddy? Doing it with their sisters, I mean?"

She laughed. "If you only knew!"

"Tell me about it, Janna. Come on, tell me. I won't tell anyone. I swear I won't!" He felt a twinge in his drained balls at the thought of his friends fucking their own sisters.

She looked at him slyly. "It'll cost you something if you really want to know. . . . "

John gulped nervously at his cigarette. "You know I don't have any bread, Janna."

She giggled. "I'm not talking about money, stupid. Listen, if you want to know, then beat me off, at least."

"Huh?" He choked on the smoke and hastily stubbed out the cigarette.

"Don't you even know what that means, dummy?" She put out her own cigarette, then took his hand. "Rub my pussy, Johnny. Play with it until I come. I'm still hot. I can't go to sleep like this."

He let her put his hand between her parted thighs. A shock passed through his muscular frame as he touched her cunt.

"Now shove your finger in and out of my hole, Johnny, Go ahead." She threw back her head and closed her eyes. "That feels good. Better than when I do it to myself, anyway. Now shove your finger all the way in!"

John scarcely heard the words. His finger was digging into her hot little pit. He had played with other girls this way, but never had he felt anything like this. His sister's experienced cunt was clutching at his finger, nibbling on it like a toothless wet mouth. John's prick began to stir in his lap.

"Shove it in and out of me, Johnny. Fuck me good with that finger of yours. Ooh!" The girl began to swing her hips back and forth on the hand, riding her brother's finger as if it were a big cock. "That feels so good...almost like a prick...."

He was sweating now, twisting his body around so that he could ream her hole better. A hot, spicy odor was rich in his nostrils, the scent of a young woman on the verge of orgasm. John's cock was now a rigid bar of steel. He wanted to shove it up the slit he was plowing with his finger, but he didn't want to disturb her now. He satisfied himself somewhat by pressing his rod against her leg.

She felt it immediately. "It's hard again!" She stilled her body, shuddered, then groaned. "No. I can't wait. Keep moving your finger. I have to come this way first!"

Almost before the words were out of her mouth John could feel his sister begin to convulse around his finger. He dug even deeper into her and held still while the tremors and her soft signs gradually subsided. His cock was throbbing now against her flexing leg.

Janna sighed deeply, then grinned up at her brother. "That thing still ready? Let me see it."

John kneeled on the bed. His cock arched up toward the girl. Janna leaned forward and licked a pearly drop from its tip. Her brother shivered with delight.

"Now, kid, you're going to learn what it's like to fuck a girl. And about time, too." She relaxed against the pillows and spread her legs. "Just get between my legs, Johnny. Press your big cock against my crack. That's it...ahh...like that, yes. . . . " She lifted her hips, reached downwards with her hand, then guided the boy's rigid prick into her juicing slit. "Ooh...that's it...that's it.. . yes...ooh.... "

John felt himself slipping effortlessly into a hot, sucking vise. His cock was surrounded on all sides by an inferno of pulsating flesh. He sank further into this pit of incredible pleasure, willing each last bit of his throbbing cock into her, pausing only when the dark hairs of his groin were tangled with the gold of her pussy fuzz.

"Now pull it out a little.... " Janna pushed gently at her brother's hips. "That's it...ooh...so good.... "

Being even a little bit out of his sister's cunt was agony. With a desperate lunge he plunged back into her, only to be urged back out again. Time after time he rammed himself into her hole, finally catching onto the rhythm the girl loved. Nothing he'd ever known was like this. Even before the explosion started in his aching balls John was already dreading the end of this wonderful experience. In spite of that he couldn't keep himself from plowing her even more desperately, racing his hips in an effort to soothe the terrible pain in his loins.

"Yes! Yes!" Janna was twisting her head from side to side, groaning as orgasm after orgasm tore through her limbs. "Oh, yes, Johnny! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! Harder! Harder!"

John bit back a scream as he felt his come shoot out of his balls and flood her womb. He lunged like a demented puppet until the last drop of his sperm was embedded deeply up her hole. Then he let all his weight fall on his sister. "Wow.... "

Janna hugged the boy to her. "Yeah. Wow." She smiled happily, then urged him off her. "Don't crush me, Johnny. You might be needing this bod again some time, you know."

The boy stared up at his sister, a sheepish grin fading as the miracle of his first fuck began to sink in. Her face, never pretty, suddenly seemed beautiful to him. A great tenderness filled John as he looked at her. There was no longer a sense of guilt, shame or embarrassment; the name he had for this new feeling was too ennobling. "I...I love you, Janna. I don't care if you are my sister. I love you."

Janna managed to repress a giggle. His handsome face was very serious in the dim light. "Of course you love me, but not in the way you think you do. I am your sister, baby. Don't ever put yourself on about sex, Johnny. What you love is fucking me, and that's groovy. I loved it, too. And we'll do a lot more of it, if you want. But don't try to call it love. Now, don't you want your reward?"

"Reward?"

"Sure! Don't you want to know about the Jennings and the Phillips?" Janna reached down, groped on the rug until her fingers touched her nightie, then picked it up.

"Oh! Yeah, sure! Were you only putting me on about them?"

"I wouldn't put you on, lover," Janna assured him, shrugging into the gown. "But listen, talking about it isn't enough. Tell you what, I'm spending the night at the Jennings' tomorrow. Tell the folks you want to spend the night with Buddy. They won't mind. Then you can see for yourself if I'm lying or not. I'll tell Barbra you're coming also tomorrow. Okay?"

John nodded. He felt suddenly as if he must be dreaming. So much was happening all at once.

"Now be a good boy and tiptoe to your own room, huh? It's real late. If Frank gets up to take a leak and finds you gone, it won't be good."

"Oh, yeah." Frank was the oldest and shared a room with John. Lennie, the youngest of the children, had her own room at the end of the hall. She was fourteen. "Wow! Frank! I forgot all about him." Nervously, John adjusted his clothing and got up.

Janna smiled. She wasn't at all afraid of Frank. They were only a year apart in age, and vivid memories of their childhood came back to the girl as she thought of her older brother. It had been years since they had played house, ever since the family had moved to this large house and Janna was given this room to herself. Still...she remembered...She watched John slip anxiously out of the room.

Kurt Travis mounted his beautiful wife and grasped the shaft of his cock. "Spread your legs a little more, Julie."

His wife stared up at him coldly. "I'm still half asleep, Kurt. Besides, I thought I heard one of the children walk down the hall."

Kurt stared down at the dark cleft between Julie's reluctantly parted thighs. He was having enough trouble concentrating without her obvious objections. "Bullshit. Spread your legs," he insisted through the fog of alcohol he'd consumed earlier.

"Besides, you know I can't stand it when you drink." Julie attempted to push her pink nightgown down over her exposed little pussy.

He shoved the gown up even higher, revealing his wife's flat belly, indented navel, the tapering ribs and her high, lovely, spiked breasts. "You can't stand it period, baby. Come on, open up. Daddy wants to come in you. Daddy has a big load he wants to shoot up that high-class cunt of yours."

Sighing, Julie allowed her thighs to fall open. Briefly she wondered how long it had been since spreading for her husband had meant anything. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. She couldn't put her finger on the problem, but they had been like zombies in bed together for at least the past year. Both were young; he barely forty, and she not quite thirty-seven. They were young for their ages in other ways, but old together, here, in this bed, where they shouldn't be old ever. Julie knew that Kurt, for all his blustering insistence, was about to take her only out of a sense of habit and because he hadn't come for the better part of a week now. What was wrong with them? She raised her hips slightly and pressed her naked tits against his hard chest. Maybe this time it would be good after all...maybe this time she would come back to life....

Kurt rubbed the head of his fat cock against his wife's slit, then fed it into her barely damp hole. He pulled back, moistened his finger with his spit, quickly lubricated Julie's slit, then shoved his cock up her cunt. The tightness of his wife's vagina was always a promise of ecstasy, but his movements in her were more mechanical than ecstatic. Even the veil of booze did little to dull Kurt's awareness that he'd just as soon be fucking his right hand as Julie's box.

It didn't make sense to the man-he loved his wife, loved his four teenaged children...the realization that in some intangible way his family was slipping away from each other was painful to him. He threw the thought out of his mind. He had to concentrate. Too many times lately he'd lost his erection while still buried in Julie's cunt, a cunt most men would be thrilled to plow. He'd worry about his family problems later. Now he needed to come. It had been too long. His balls were heavy with cream for her. Ducking his head, Kurt began to suck on one pointy little nipple while he shoved his cock in and out of his wife with firm, determined strokes.

Julie felt a moment of panic when she felt him begin to go soft in her after only a few minutes of pumping. Much as she didn't want him to begin tonight, she wanted him to enjoy himself once he'd begun. In addition to loving him, Julie was aware of all the hungry women in the world who would love a catch like Kurt, who was attractive in a very masculine way, a well-paid man rapidly moving up in his company.

In an effort to excite him, she reached down and lightly squeezed his balls. "Now I'm hot, Kurt...fuck me, honey. It feels so good . . . " she lied. Even as devoted to his family as he was, Julie suspected that many more of these failures and she might be minus a husband.

But Kurt pulled out of her. "A bit too much to drink, I guess . . . " he offered lamely.

Julie glanced down at his softening cock. She shaped her lips into a coy smile as her mind raced furiously. "See, darling, that's why I don't like you to drink. Would you like me to do...to do that other thing?" She let her tongue wet her lower lip.

He thought about letting her suck him. She didn't offer to do it very often. Usually she ate his cock only when he insisted. But somehow it didn't appeal to him at the moment. Yet the pressure in his balls was strong. He thought awhile. "We need a little variety, baby." He looked down at her. "Hey, go get the Vaseline, huh?"

"Why? I'm wet enough now, Kurt."

"Listen, Julie, I want to put it up your ass. Okay? Let me stick it up that pretty little butt of yours." He'd never done that to her. He'd never done it to anyone. But the idea was suddenly appealing.

Julie wasn't particularly shocked, but the idea didn't turn her on, either. Still, she was willing to try anything to keep her husband's attentions. "It'll hurt, won't it?" Her voice deliberately suggested hesitant excitement.

"Get the Vaseline. I'll go real slow at first." Kurt sat on the edge of the bed while his wife rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He felt a tentative thrill at the thought of sticking his cock up his wife's ass.

She returned with the jar and waited while her husband pulled off the thin gown.

"Get on the bed on your belly," he directed. "No, wait." He reached up, grabbed a pillow and put it under her cunt. That was better-her rounded little ass was raised and opened, the tiny dark hole a bull's-eye waiting for his fat prick. As he looked down at her, his cock began to stir with new life. "I'm getting hard just looking at it," he whispered, opening the jar.

She winced as his finger began greasing her tight asshole. But she kept still as he liberally applied the lubricant.

Kurt wiped his oiled finger on the bedsheet and continued staring down at her. He had rarely studied his wife from this angle, and suddenly she was like a stranger to him. Then her firm, curvy back became very familiar. His cock seemed to know who she reminded him of first. It stiffened and swelled quickly, even before Kurt realized that the body which seemed so excitingly familiar was a duplicate of the body of his youngest daughter, Lenore. The thought had a curious, pulse-quickening effect on the man. All traces of apathy were suddenly gone. He was frantic to bury himself into the spread flesh waiting for him. It would be all he could do to go slowly. The head of his dick leaped toward the entrance on this unexplored flesh mine. He began to push.

Julie felt only pressure at first, then a definite pain. But she bit her bottom lip and held still. Pain was better than failure. Still, a small moan escaped her lips as the weight of his cock intensified. "Ooh.... "

Kurt heard his wife's muffled moan, wondered briefly if she moaned with pain or pleasure, then ceased to care. He plunged into her with a short, swift jab, then withdrew a bit. It felt good, yet something had clicked off in Kurt's head at the miniature sound. The muted moan had sliced through some vague fantasy he'd been enjoying.;. . Intent on salvaging what he could of the wonderful sensations he'd been feeling, Kurt rammed his cock up his wife's asshole with one desperate lunge. He could feel the tender flesh clutching at him. Then he began to move in and out of her oiled hole like a piston, stabbing at her repeatedly.

Julie knew she couldn't take much more of this agony. If she couldn't get him to shoot off in her very soon she would have to put a stop to this. Even at the risk of sending him off after all the other woman she imagined were after him. It no longer mattered. Her asshole was a ring of fire. He wasn't giving her time to adjust to one pain before subjecting her to others. If only she could hurry his orgasm....Still biting the lip, Julie began to swing her hips in torturous little circles while gently bucking back and forth, using her bottom as she would her cunt. In seconds she knew she would be successful.

All at once Julie's clenched asshole began to work on his tool. Kurt groaned as he relaxed and let his wife control the movements. His orgasm, long overdue, began to seep from his swollen prick, then exploded in one sudden ejaculation, shooting hot cream up the tiny passageway. "Ah...ooh...yes!" He grasped her waist and held on until the tremor had passed. Then, as soon as he was able to move, he rolled off her.

"Excuse me," she whispered, getting off the bed, picking up the lubricant, and disappearing quickly into the bathroom.

Kurt watched his wife leave, then shut his eyes. It hadn't been half bad. Not bad at all. Especially that first part. What had he been thinking of? Who had Julie reminded him of at first? He tried to remember, but fell asleep, instead. He didn't even hear his wife, freshly scrubbed and weary, sink into the bed beside him.

Janna was finding sleep impossible. The events of the evening had stimulated, rather than sated her. John had been good, better than she'd expected, yet it was not John who was keeping her awake now.

She rolled over in the rumpled bed and closed her eyes. Immediately a vision of her older brother Frank came to her mind. Frank was a little boy sharing a bath with his younger sister, his fingers busy under the soapsuds. Frank in his early teens, forcing her to suck on his stiff young cock. Then they had grown apart. But she hadn't forgotten. Had Frank?

Smiling mischievously, Janna got out of the bed. She opened the door soundlessly and padded barefoot down the long hall. She took a long time in opening her brother's bedroom door. Her eyes, used to the darkness now, easily recognized John's smaller form on one of the beds. He was snoring lightly.

She glanced over at Frank. Her blond older brother seemed asleep also, but it was impossible to be sure. Her gown made the slightest sound as she slipped out of it. Getting into bed with John was a bit noisier. She brought her mouth very close to his ear. "Shh," she cautioned, snuggling in next to him.

John came awake instantly. "Frank!" he whispered.

Janna reached down and fondled his cock. "Shhh. Don't make a sound and he'll never know . . . " She was delighted to find his prick beginning to stir in her hand already. She pulled gently, urging the flesh up over the head, skinning it back, hiding it once more. She worked skillfully, but John's cock refused to swell more than halfway.

"Relax, Johnny," she whispered. "If we're very quiet, Frank will never know I'm here. You worry too much, baby."

But as if to prove her wrong, Frank rolled over on his bed, his face now in their direction. He cleared his throat, muttered something in his sleep, and was quiet again.

Janna felt John go limp in her hand. She sighed impatiently, excited rather than turned off by Frank's nearness. But she forced herself to hold him lightly and wait, knowing John wouldn't be able to do anything until he was very sure Frank was sleeping again.

"Maybe you should go back to your room, Janna," the boy suggested slowly, his mouth grazing her ear.

She simply patted him again in answer, but made no move to leave. The silence deepened. At first John's body was rigid next to her, but as minutes passed he seemed to relax. Janna ran her hand over his naked chest and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pajamas. She played lightly with his fine pubic hairs and finally began to finger his cock. He moved a bit to give his sister freer access to his prick.

Janna squeezed him encouragingly, but he remained soft. She realized if she wanted it, she would have to work for it. The boy was too nervous to perform on his own.

Moving cautiously so as to not alarm John, Janna slid further under the sheet until her face was next to the boy's belly. Holding his shaft tightly she began to lick and kiss the head of his dick. Her tongue found the tiny slit and played with it for long moments.

John reached down and undid his trousers, letting them fall open so that his sister could tongue him better. In spite of his nervousness he was growing excited.

Feeling him begin to swell under her touch, Janna allowed his cock to inch into her mouth. When she had trapped most of him between her lips, she began to use her tongue expertly. He was getting rock hard in her mouth now, and Janna felt an answering excitement in her pussy. Forgetting Frank for the moment, the girl began to suck in earnest. .

Before he could catch himself John moaned. Instantly, there was an answering sound from the next bed.

"Huh? What?" The springs creaked as Frank rolled over, then sat up in the bed. "You say something, John?" he asked sleepily. He paused, pounded the pillow, then stretched out again. "What'd you say?" he mumbled.

John didn't move. He didn't dare even fake a snore. He no longer trusted his voice. His cock was still buried in his sister's hot mouth, but at least she was still. John felt his body grow cold as fear manifested itself in droplets of perspiration which soon turned icy on his flesh. Only his prick was warm and unafraid. The mouth surrounding it refused to allow his cock to soften. Finally Janna began to move again, nipping at him, teasing him.

The silent darkness was reassuring. Promising himself he wouldn't betray them again, John began to relax and enjoy what Janna was doing to him. He spread his thighs slightly so that the girl could grasp his balls.

Once she was very sure Johnny wouldn't go limp on her again, Janna began to inch her way up his body until she was full length next to him. Her lips tickled his ear as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me again, Johnny. It felt so good in me, honey."

"How?" He nodded toward Frank.

"Just get on top of me, real quiet. He'll never know." But Janna was really hoping Frank would be very aware of what they were doing. Maybe it would remind him of what they used to do together. Maybe.... "Just get on top of me, baby," she urged.

Glancing one last time in Frank's direction, motivated by the ache in his groin, John hesitantly obeyed.

Janna spread her legs and helped her younger brother fit his body over hers. She reached up, grasped his cock, and brought it to her cunt. She was very wet and open. It took little more than a faint movement upwards to have him planted fully in her. Both held still for a moment, waiting until the need to moan or otherwise voice their pleasure had subsided. Then Janna began to move.

John scarcely moved at all as his sister wriggled, snakelike, under him. It was enough to feel the tightness of her pussy as it stroked the fire in his groin. She was a moving sea of sensation. He felt himself swelling even more inside her.

Janna rolled her head until she could see

Frank clearly. He seemed asleep, yet he had not changed position in a long time. She studied his body in the thin blanket. He was big, ruggedly masculine. She knew she wanted him, even more, knew she would have him, one way or the other. Meanwhile the cock in her pussy was a worthwhile substitute. She raised her thighs and locked her ankles around John's lean back.

John reached down and squeezed one large breast. Its nipple was very stiff. By hunching his back he was able to capture it in his mouth. Pleasure was hitting him from all sides-his cock was drowning in hot woman-flesh, his face was buried in a soft pillow of sweetness, and all around him was the wetness and heady scent of cunt. He wanted very much to go slowly, to consciously wrest every bit of sensation from this act. Frank was forgotten now. John didn't know where he was, or who was around him. Wriggling his hips, he sank further into Janna's honeyed pit and stayed there.

Over his shoulder Janna had a excellent view of her other brother's thighs and crotch. Was she only imagining it or could she make out a sizable bulge under the thin blanket? A long, hard bar of flesh straining against the covers? She kept her eyes glued to the spot as the first orgasm hit her. The slightest of sighs passed between her lips as she clung to John. Then she began to move again. She was certain now that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Frank had a hard-on! He must be awake. Watching them...watching her.... A second tremor seized her.

The trembling flesh under him was suddenly still. John pressed downwards, then pulled back. Then she was moving under him again. John knew his own orgasm was near now, but he felt wonderfully in control. He would make this go on and on...nothing could stop him now....

Janna twisted her head a bit to one side. Frank's big cock was definitely hard. But men sometimes got hard-ons in their sleep. Suppose he really was asleep...suppose he was missing this main event so especially planned just for him....Then she noticed that Frank had moved slightly on his bed. His body was closer to the edge of the mattress, as if he had rearranged his position so that he might get a better view of the action on the other bed. The thought brought Janna to the brink of a third orgasm. The cock inside her was like an extension of Frank's cock...she could look at one while riding the other.

John slowly felt his marvelous control slipping out of his grasp. Janna was coming again, her hot pussy seemed a thing alive yet separate from the girl, a distinctly individual organ jacking the fluids up and out of his balls. He knew he was going to come, just as he knew it would be the best yet. He tensed his mouth around the rigid little nipple to keep back the scream which threatened to pry loose from his throat. Now it was not enough, the movements of his talented sister. Now he had to move, had to slam his hips into hers, had to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, fuck his sister until every last drop of his sperm was shooting into her womb....

Janna thrashed wildly under John, coming again even as he was coming, letting her pussy suck his dick as even her mouth could not. She rode out her final explosion, then pressed her hard heels into his back, giving him all the help she could with his. She twisted her head and looked one more time at Frank. It was then she realized the first thin streak of light had filtered into the room. A tremendous thrill passed through the girl as she realized Frank's hot eyes were now staring into her own....