Chapter 4

It didn't take Jan long to peel off her clothes, and when she was stark naked she turned to her brother and asked, "How do you want it?"

"I want to fuck your cunt from a new angle."

Jeff hopped up on the bed, and sat in a squat position, and Jan was perplexed.

"What precisely are you planning?"

"To fuck your cunt," he smiled, "with you throwing your legs around me, only I want you lying face down."

"You sure got enough positions in your head, haven't you?"

"Yes, sister, and that's why you love me," he teased, "I provide you with some variety-and variety is what makes fucking fun!"

And then, she thrust her legs around him, with her ass-up, so he could feel of her buttocks, and slip his penis into position at the same time.

"Oh, wow!" he smiled, "Does that ever feel fantastic!"

"It does to me, too," she smiled, turning back to watch his face as he reached down to guide her hips, as he thrust forward.

Then, she glanced in the mirror, and it excited her to watch her brother stabbing her from that angle. She loved the exciting sight of his hands roaming all over her buttocks, stroking, playing, teasing with her naked behind.

"You know why I like to do it from this angle?" he asked sensuously.

"No, why do you dig it?"

"Because the cock can reach farther up the cunt, and it lets the prick enter at a different angle-and it hits the clit-just right."

"Oh, it does, it does," his sister moaned in delight, as she looked back to watch her brother going to town on her hot cunt.

"Ram it to me," she demanded, "Fuck it up there! Fuck it!" The hot penis slid smoothly up her vagina, agitating the clitoris was proudly stabbing her. But the thing she marveled at the most was the fact his hands massaging her behind could produce such fantastic excitement for her.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged her brother, and Jeff lifted himself off the bed to give it to her the way she liked it.

"Ohhhhh does that ever feel fantastic," she moaned, "keep playing with my ass, honey--keep that up! Yes, yes, do me, lover, do me, like you're doin' me now!"

The hot sperm flashed up her vagina, and Jeff got a charge out of her this time he'd never had before.

His hands gripped her behind, pinching each buttock tightly, as the erotic delight surged through his body. "Oh, baby, this is really fuckin', " he panted, "Fuck it-keep your ass in motion!"

It wasn't difficult for Jan to keep her body moving, as she was enjoying him that much.

"Yes, lover-yes,"; she panted, as he finished giving it to her. "Ohhh, that's it!"

Finally the vivacious young girl with the vibrating vagina slid off her brother, and exuberantly exclaimed, "We're going to really enjoy New York, baby. The past is all behind us, the future is ahead of us, and nobody can make a fuss about us loving each other."

Jeff quickly got around his sister, so they could embrace and kiss. He loved the feel of her great bosoms as she pressed them against his body. And she loved the feel of his naked body next to her. Her hands pulled her brother to her, and she smiled, "Jeff, darling-what can we do to make a living?"

"I don't know," he admitted, "but we'll make the rounds of the employment agencies tomorrow."

"Alright," she replied, "but honestly, I don't know what I can do."

"I do," he smiled knowingly.

"Well, I'm not going to try out for anything like that, that's for damned sure!"

"Good for you," her loving brother whacked her on the behind. "Save it for me!"

"That's what I want to do," she told him. The two of them went out to have dinner at the O. Henry Restaurant in Greenwich Village, and at the candle-lit tables, the problems, the agony of the sordid past seemed to melt away.

"Isn't it lovely in New York?" he smiled.

"It is. People, people, people. Everywhere you look, more people."

"I know what you mean," he smiled, "Compared to where we've come from-this is really living."

"Let's just go for a walk," Jan suggested when they'd finished eating.

"I'd love that," he smiled, "I want to see what New York has to offer."

It didn't take long for them to find what interested Jeff. "Hey, look at that," he said, pointing to big signs outside a restaurant.

"That's the biggest tit and ass show in town, I suppose and you had to find it first night out," she protested.

"Now, now, sister-remember, you said you wouldn't get uptight if I got turned-on with other women."

"Oh, I was only kidding," Jan quickly caught herself, "What an interesting sign. I wonder why they cover their nipples with those tiny gold stars, and the crotch with the big silver star."

"Oh, I guess it's because they've got laws against showing all the snatch off-seems silly, but let's go in!"

Together they walked into the dark topless bar that was built to resemble a barn. The building itself had been designed to simulate a big bar. And the girls who were set to go on were resting between performances on bales of hay on top of a phony hayloft above the bar where bartenders were serving beer with such speed it made them both marvel.

A big red spot on the naked girl shaking her bosoms before the men guzzling beer attracted Jeff instantly.

"Look at her shake that meat," he chuckled. "Isn't that just too much. That gal is really something else, I'll tell you that, yessireee, sir!"

Both of them edged closer to the bar, and Jan noticed she wasn't the only girl in the place. Some rather tough looking females were watching the naked women shake their bodies all over the place with the same rapt attention that the men were displaying.

"Doesn't she look delicious?" Jeff smiled at his sister, who commented crisply, "not to me!"

"Of course not," Jeff smiled, "I guess it's that shaved cunt that turns me on. And I like that long blonde hair, and the way she throws her head back. It's pure joy, watching that creature fling her thing."

The nude blonde girl who was dancing up a storm eyed Jeff. He looked like some innocent young man from out of town, and she got excited when she overheard all the good things he had to say about her.

She wiggled over to him, and made lewd gestures in front of her vagina, opening her mouth, and licking her lower lip suggestively, and then letting her tongue flip about in midair. This got him so excited he could hardly stand it.

"Hi," he grinned up at her.

"Hi, yourself," she smiled at him, "Whose big baby are you?"

Jan wanted to reach out and slap her face, and pinch her tits, but she restrained herself.

"Nobody's baby, sexy!"

"I get off at two," she winked, "if you're lonely, drop by then-"

At that moment, the bartender caught her talking to a customer, and shouted, "Hey, bare ass-you know you're not allowed to talk to the customers at The Barn!"

"Sorry about that," she giggled, and then she wiggled away, but Jeff's eyes followed her. Jan tried to distract him.

"Let's get out of this crummy place," she suggested eagerly. "Might pick up something in a joint like this."

"That's what I was thinking," Jeff smiled, turning, but looking back, waving and winking at the nude dancer.

"I was referring to VD," she told her brother, "I imagine these nude dancers aren't the cleanest cunts in town-if you know what I mean."

"Oh, knock it off," Jeff said, when they were out of the bar, "You said you wouldn't act like a jealous wife, and now, you're nagging at me just because I see a cute dame who turns me on."

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. Then, she tried to distract her brother's mind from the blonde, using a new avenue of diversion.

"Say, look at that old hotel-the Greenwich-let's go in it. It looks like it's been here forever."

They stepped in the lobby of the old Greenwich hotel. It's tired imitation marble pillars, and stained, old wooden floor did speak of a bygone era. So did the aroma of urination, that the drunks had added to its distinct lobby.

Scratching his head, Jeff chuckled, "This dump I can do without. Sure, it has atmosphere-but the kind I don't dig."

"What do you want?" she smiled, "Uptown class?"

"There's one thing I've always wanted to see in New York City," he smiled, "That Flat-iron Building," he smiled. "It's up around Twenty-Third Street."

"We'd have to take the subway to get there. It's too far to walk," she smiled, delighted she could get him away from The Barn Bar. She was determined he wasn't going to become involved with that nude, bold girl who practically said, 'eat my pussy', not knowing if she was his lover or what.

"Well, I guess we could get back here by two," he said quietly, calculating the time it would take to go uptown and back.

"Oh, sure," she said quickly, eager to get him away and then proceed to distract him with the gaudy sights of New York the rest of the night.

They took the Subway up to Twenty Third Street, and proceeded to walk up to the Flat Iron Building. It was a foggy night, and as they came to the quaint park, which the Flat-iron Building faces, the illuminated numbers on the Metropolitan Life Tower clock glowed.

"Oh, look at that beautiful clock," Jan enthused, "Doesn't it look beautiful through the fog."

"That's the Metropolitan Life clock," Jeff smiled, remembering it from pictures he'd seen of it when he was a little boy in school. "I always wanted to see that big old clock."

"And there it is-the Flatiron building," she pointed to the right as they came upon the strange old skyscraper which was built in the shape of a flatiron.

"This is little old New York," Jeff said, "the way it used to be-I like it this way."

"So do I," Jan said quietly, "These old buildings seem to have such personality-such character. I hate to see everything towers of steel and glass, with no individuality or charm."

"Let's walk up Fifth Avenue," Jeff suggested. And then two of them started walking from there up the famous boulevard. As they walked past shops, restaurants, and office buildings, Jan pointed to the highest tower of them all.

"There it is-the Empire State Building," she smiled enthusiastically, "the tallest building in the world."

"Oh, that is beautiful," he smiled, "I love the way the lights illuminate that tremendous tower at night. Even through the fog it stands out like a beacon."

"It's too late to go up to the top," she shrugged as they walked by the Riverboat Restaurant. "But, tomorrow, we must see the city from way up there!"

"I heard about an airplane that crashed into the Empire State Building," Jeff informed her.

"Oh, my did they have to re-build it?"

"No, ma'am-they had to build a new plane. It got zapped-just like that," he said, slamming his fist into his open hand, "Pow!"

"Maybe we shouldn't be walking alone late at night like this," she suggested, "I don't see anybody else out alone like us-do you?"

"Well, not a lot of people. But, there are people-see, over there."

He pointed toward a few people coming out of restaurants. This made Jan rest easy.

"Well, I guess there are people around here, but you can't be too careful."

"It's always good to take care."

Soon they were crossing over, turning down a couple of streets and the huge sign for Macy's Department Store loomed before them.

"Oh, there it is-the world's largest store," he exclaimed excitedly. "That old movie I saw on TV, 'Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street'-do you remember it?"

"Sure, I do," Jan smiled, looking at the huge Macy Department Store, site for the film.

"And there's the competition-Gimbel's store on the other side."

Sure enough, the two giants were on opposite corners. They both marveled at the size of the stores, and the city square where people were scurrying about as if it was high noon.

"You see, honey-there are a lot of people around. I guess the Empire State Building is an office building and at night there aren't many people. But there are stores open around here and everybody's out."

"This is a great town," she smiled, "Let's keep walking!"

"Not tonight," he said, "I want to go back to our place and rest up a little before two because I might have a heavy date lined up."

Jan now had her jealousy under such perfect control, she hid her true feelings expertly.

"That's a good idea, Jeff. You might need all your strength to satisfy that one."