Chapter 3
Catherine always thought she had first dibs when it came to her brother, Warren. She'd almost raised him herself, or at least liked to think she had. Her mother had been working a lot in those days and since Cathy had been the oldest, she'd taken over all babysitting shores.
She closed her book and got up from the typewriter. She felt like she'd had enough studying for the evening. Downstairs she could hear Sandra and Emily watching television. Warren was at a late practice. Football. He loved the sport. And he was breaking his back to try and make the freshman squad at Brookstone College. She was doing graduate work now and when she thought of her young brother just starting out his college career. she smiled.
There were other memories which were too intense for her to smile about. These made her flush and grow moist between her thighs. Like when he'd been five years old and she'd taken him to bed with her. Holding him against her twelve-year-old body, kissing him until she thought she'd burst with excitement.
A few years after that Catherine had learned the joy of exciting herself to climax. Then she would work herself to a lather in the bathroom and dash out to wrestle with her little brother. A few tumbles, a few hugs and she would come gloriously, nuzzling his sweet boy smell, kissing his hair. And Warren had never known.
Though she'd dated as much as any other attractive college girl, she'd never forgotten those intense times with Warren. He was still her favorite. She did things for him, spoiled him with gifts. Though they were too old to engage in bodily intimacies now, she made up for it by complimenting him. Or giving him extra help with his schoolwork since she was the acknowledged quiz kid around the house.
And her own sexual development had taken strange paths because of this. She knew it and accepted it. She had to accept her kinks. There was nothing she could do about the strange passions she felt. Nothing except to give in to them.
Making certain her door was locked, Catherine dimmed her table light to a sensual level and began to undress before the mirror. She had a well-developed body. Some called it mature. That meant she had huge tits, a full, curving ass with thighs to match. Her calves weren't the skinny coltish kind that modern models sported. Hers swelled out like a German barmaid's might. But her waist was very small, which gave her an accentuated hour-glass shape. She usually wore her blond hair in a bun atop her head. Along with her tortoise-shell glasses, it had the effect of making her look studious and wise. But as she hung her last piece of clothing over the chairback, she reached up and let her hair tumble down over her shoulder.
The feel of it across her big nipples and the way those dark nubbins looked peeking through the blond tresses was exciting in itself. But she wasn't finished yet. Just being naked wasn't one of her kinks.
She pulled a pair of sheer, black stockings from the bottom of a drawer and pulled them on. Then she extracted a tiny pair of black silk panties. It had taken her a year to get up the nerve to order them. They were edged the black lace at both legs. And there was an important difference too. Instead of a crotchband to cover her pussy, these panties were split down there. It wasn't easy to notice unless she threw her thighs wide or dug a finger down between her legs. Just feeling the elastic bands fitting up between her thighs and each cunt lip made her shiver. The dark lace hid the blondish curls of her pussy.
Then came the black garter belt and a black bra that lifted her heavy breasts, lifted them and cupped them so that the slightest movement made the soft, white flesh quiver in a sexy way. Cathy glanced at herself in the full-length mirror. No one at the college would've recognized her if she met them in a darkened hallway. She giggled and pulled in a short breath. Wouldn't that be fun? Meeting one of her profs in a dark hallway and propositioning him? But it was just fantasy. Catherine knew she had to keep her two identities completely separate. And the only way she could do that was to provide her own stimulation.
She went to her drawer for the last time. The vibrator was twelve inches long and heavy in her hand. She'd just replaced the batteries so she knew it would do the job tonight without any trouble at all. She walked before the mirror again, fondling the plastic cock, rubbing it down between her uplifted breasts. Then she smiled at her obvious beauty and lay on her back on the bed. With her knees uplifted, she gingerly rubbed the soft and slippery crevice where her split-beaver panties opened. She didn't like to turn the thing on right away. It was more fun to work herself up, to get everything nice and juicy. And as always, she was thinking of Warren. It couldn't do any harm. Thoughts were free, she'd come to discover. And not especially wicked. Any educated person knew that what a person thought shouldn't be held against him or her. It wasn't even unheard of for sisters to have some kind of sexual fixation on a brother. She'd wondered if Sandra or Emily had ever experienced similar thoughts. She didn't think so. They weren't mature enough to deal with something so taboo. They would just repress such ideas completely.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she breathed, pushing the juice-slickened bullet against her clit. Her palm trembled against the base as she turned the vibrator on. Her back arched up from the bed as the first jolt of excitement began to make her pussy glow.
"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped, working the buzzing thing back and forth in the steamy flower of her cunt. Then she found her hole and slid the thing seven inches into her body. She held it there for a few seconds and jerked it quickly out. In again, out again.
"God . . . Ohhh god, yessss!" She rolled her full hips slowly on the mattress, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. The clasp of her black stockings, the tightness of the garter belts made her pant with pleasure.
The light tap on her door made her jerk upright. She fumbled with the switch on the vibrator, finally got it off.
"Yes?" she quavered, her heart pounding from what she'd done to herself.
"Hey Cathy . . . you busy?" It was Warren's voice. She was excited by the sound of him so close, but disturbed too.
"I was going to bed." She tugged down the sheet and messed it up a little to make her claim more apparent.
"I got this muscle pull tonight at practice. It's about to drive me crazy and I wondered if you'd rub it for me." There was a long moment of silence. "Cathy?"
"Oh. Sure. Just a minute." She got up, looked around the room for her robe. Satisfied that she was covered except for the black stockings, she opened the door. It was pretty dim in her bedroom anyway. Warren wouldn't notice or care about the stockings. She hoped.
"Go over and lie down on the bed." she said, "I'll do the best I can."
"It's right in the small of my back and down one thigh," he said. flopping down on his belly. "You really helped me one night so I thought it was worth a try..."
"Relax," Catherine ordered, "you're all tensed up." Now that her initial embarrassment had passed, Cathy was enjoying herself. She loved her brother and was happy to do things for him. He didn't seem to notice the stockings, anyway. And she'd slipped the vibrator safely under the mattress.
"Yeah . . . right there," he groaned as her fingers searched the knotted muscles. She squeezed his thigh, pummeled it lightly and squeezed again. Slowly she worked her way up until she was rubbing the big muscle in one buttock. Warren groaned happily and closed his eyes. Cathy straddled his one leg as she worked. The feel of his flesh slipping and rolling under her fingers was more exciting than she'd thought it would be. Her mind eased back to those naughty thoughts again. Her brother's body was a wonder of nature. So strong, so masculine. She let her body down a little. Now she was almost sitting on his leg. She had the most intense desire to push her cunt down against his calf. A few seconds passed and she wanted to do it more than ever. She gave in to her need to let her body touch him there.
"You're getting it good now," he mumbled into the pillow. Cathy had just let her mound touch his leg. But the light, warm pressure was just a tease. With a muffled moan, she pressed down harder and felt her soft, damp lips open against his skin.
Warren was only wearing jockey shorts and was breathing heavily. The reaction of her wet mound touching his leg was instantaneous. He opened his eyes, shut them again. He sighed deeply.
"Wow."
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm."
"Feels kinda tight at the front of your thigh too," she said. "Why don't you roll over on your back."
"Better not."
"How come?"
"Just better not."
Catherine felt dizzy, hot. The front of her robe had fallen open. Damned loose buttons anyway. She let it hang like that for a while. Then for no reason she could think of, she slipped her arms out of it and pushed it onto the floor beside the bed. Now she was her night self. If her brother happened to look, he'd know her little secret. Did it frighten her? Yes, a little. But the excitement of being so daring was too strong to resist.
"See?" she said, slipping a hand under the front of his thigh. "You're knotted up here too . . . if you'd roll over . . ."
"Cathy . . . uhhhh. Well, I guess all that massage kind of got me turned on. I didn't mean for that to happen. But with a guy it can happen any old time..."
"Oh hell, I don't care if you have an erection." she laughed, proud of her carefree manner. "Turn over and I'll finish this leg and you can go to bed."
Slowly, Warren rolled onto his back. He was careful to keep his eyes closed, Catherine noticed. This amused her. But she was having a hard time of it too. She was almost panting from the tension of the moment. And when she saw the stiff, long shape in Warren's shorts, she had to smother a gasp. Of course she couldn't see his actual cock. But she could imagine plenty.
Pretending to be a properly busy nurse, she rubbed his hard thigh muscle with both hands. Now her seeping pussy hovered just above her brother's knee. Her own knee was gently nestled against his balls. Of course his shorts covered the soft warmth of the eggs in their sac but she was so close!
Catherine knew that she was walking a thin line. Her emotions bubbled and boiled, threatening to overflow at any moment. It was hard to look up across Warren's muscular belly and strong chest without wanting to throw herself on top of him and just plain freak out in a fit of unbridled lust. But that was out of the question. She was his older sister. Six years older.
"Oh, that's getting it," Warren said, eyes still closed. Catherine was staring at the throbbing lump in his shorts. It was unbent, pointing upwards towards his navel. She could almost see the shape of the head through the thin cotton. She moved her fingers deeper into the heat of his crotch, working the big muscles loose.
"Even your stomach is a little tight," she commented, beginning to massage his abdomen. Warren had stopped breathing now. She knew she was over that thin line she had been walking. Her hands trembled as she rubbed dangerously close to the lump in his pants. Her mind was swamped with lust. She'd lowered her pussy down against his leg again and knew he could feel the juices seeping against his skin. He probably thought she was naked or something. A fingertip brushed the shape of his cock. Then Catherine stopped breathing too. Her fingers moved without her having any control of them.
She took the elastic of his shorts, stretched it up so it would clear the pulsing cock and eased it down until Warren's hard-on was completely exposed. Still he didn't open his eyes or make a move. She gazed at the wonderful thing. It was at least seven inches long. Slender, bulging with darkened veins. The head was almost purple with blood and swollen out from the rest of the shaft. She almost touched the tender-looking spot between the lobes at the tip but drew her hand back.
Warren looked like a statue. His face was turned slightly to one side, nostrils flared. He was breathing just enough to keep him going. It was as if he didn't want to disturb what was taking place, Catherine thought. At last she found the courage to touch him. The shaft of his prick felt heavy in her palm. She moved her fingers down until they brushed his balls. Warren grunted and pinched his eyes tighter.
What Catherine found herself doing next completely surprised her. She hadn't even thought about doing it. She just acted. She lowered her face down to his crotch and licked slowly up the heated, hard flesh. The jerk that went through Warren's body frightened her at first, but she started at the base again and licked to the tip. This time she let her tongue linger between the plump, firm lobes at the tip. Her spit dripped onto his belly. The rigid cock jumped up to her chin when she started to lick him for the third time.
Her mind spun like a tornado., The thoughts were too confused to sort out. They tumbled one on top of the other. Wrong. It was wrong, sure. Felt good. Oh god, it felt like heaven to have her tongue against his cock! Her brother's cock. Did it matter? Yes. No. Who cared?
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh Cathy ... !" Warren tossed a little. He'd dug at the sheet, knotting it in both fists as she lapped wetly at his feverish cock. Her blond hair trailed along the outside of his hips, waterfalled against his belly. And as she licked him like an ice cream cone, Warren ground his leg up between her thighs. There was a slurpy sound as her pussy opened against the touch.
Then she went another step. Holding his shaft up straight from his body, she made a soft, slippery O with her lips and eased it down over him. Never in her life had she sucked a man's cock. In fact Catherine had always found the idea a little repugnant. But this wasn't just any man. It was her brother. She let her mouth cover him four inches. Then she drew it back, licking the underside of his tip with her tongue. She fanned and teased the delicate knob, feeling the tension build until Warren let out a tight grunt of pleasure.
She felt strong, in control. She liked him under her like that. It reminded her of the times she'd bossed him when they'd been younger. When Warren touched her hair, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down on the mattress.
"I'm the boss," she whispered, spit leaking from her chin. "Say it . . . say I'm boss!"
"You're boss," Warren groaned, his head tossing from side to side.
Catherine eased herself upwards over his body. The light from the table lamp exaggerated his muscles and the sharp features of his face. He was so good-looking! She adored him, she'd always adored him. Wasn't it right for her to physically adore him too?
She was straddling his waist now. She could feel his cock jutting upwards. Each time it pulsed, it thumped against her open mound. The little slick slap when it did that made her shiver with want. She widened her thighs and began to ease back. She didn't even have to hold the stiff thing up to get it in her. It eased between her outer lips, nestling into the soppy inner petals and then into the beginning of her hole.
Warren shivered as the bulging head of his cock was surrounded by her slick membranes. She let out a moan then and made a slow circle with her ass to make sure she was skewered properly. Then she eased her weight down and back ... head thrown back, hands pinning his wrists to the bed as she fucked herself on her brother's cock.
"Ohhhh god," she gasped, head falling forward. "Cathy . . . god ... ohhh god, it's nice . . . really nice!"
"Warren darling ... Ohhhh Warren!"
He was making small fucking movements now, trying to get deeper. But it was her movements that really did it. She dropped further, felt her insides being shoved apart. Her juices sucked and smacked when she pulled off of him a little and then shoved down again.
Teasingly she gained an inch and then another. His hardness throbbed inside her. Her velvety surfaces caressed and clasped the hard, hot meat. Until at last she had him to the hilt. Only then did Catherine stretch her legs out and close them between her brother's. That was how men fucked girls. And she was aware of her aggressiveness, her power over her younger brother. She began to pump him with her thighs clasped tight.
"God ... damn... " Warren moaned. Catherine realized that she was bringing him pleasure. A lot of pleasure. She knew that with her full thighs closed tight together, it made her pussy clasp him. Slowly she brought her ass up, arching her back down sharply. The smooth, slick walls of her hole sucked at his pounding cock. Then she plunged down hard again, spearing herself with her brother's meat.
He opened his legs weakly and a shudder went through his muscular body. Cathy was overcome with passion. She kissed his neck, his face, finally pressing her own mouth down over his. Her tongue flicked between his teeth. Warren gasped hungrily and sucked at it, his hands finding her full, firm ass.
She thrilled as he traced the elastic edge of her panties. She knew he was a little puzzled as to how they were fucking like that. Then his fingers found the lacey, split crotch and he sucked in a quick breath.
"Jesus Christ, your panties . . . !"
"They're for you darling," she breathed, biting his chin. Her ass was working very gently now, pulling and pushing against the hot, stiff shaft that was imbedded so deeply into her dripping pussy. Warren slipped a finger down where his cock disappeared into the velvet hollow.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Me neither. But it is! And I don't care about it being wrong or anything."
"Are you sure you won't freak out later?"
"I don't think so. Anyway, I can't worry about that now."
Warren undid her bra. As the black lace thing fell forward, her full breasts tumbled hotly against his chest. Catherine wallowed them across his skin, "You like them?"
"I always like them. I guess I just knew they weren't for me." He shrugged. "Since I was your brother."
"Well they are for you!" she laughed, nuzzling his neck. "You can do anything you want with them."
"God . . ." Warren cupped one in both hands. Catherine pushed herself up a little so he had room to look at it. His eyes scanned the full, heavy plumpness. the white skin. Then he pulled the big nipple closer to his mouth. Catherine let out a hungry little grunt as he began to wet the humid nubbin with the tip of his tongue.
"Uhnnnnn . . . Ohhhh god, do it harder!"
Warren let his wet lips surround the circle of darkened flesh and sucked as much of it as possible into his mouth. Catherine felt her pussy muscles squeeze down tight. Her brother stabbed his hips upward at the same time. They shivered and gasped that for a few intense seconds.
"You're so long," Catherine moaned. "I can feel you way up inside me!"
"Cathy . . . you'd better quit squirming around ... okay?"
"Okay. I'll be a good girl." She kissed his mouth again. His spit was drying on her breast and it felt lovely. She felt lovely. She was so happy. She was in bed with the very man she'd always adored. How could it be any better? When she thought of their mother and what she might think if she saw what was happening, a blackness threatened to blot out the tickly pleasure she was experiencing. She blanked her mind.
"Why were you dressed up like . . . this?" Warren whispered into her ear. "I mean. you don't even look the same. Your hair down and all those black things you have on ..."
Catherine blushed. "Never mind. Maybe I was luring you in here by magic."
"I didn't really have anything on my mind except ..."
"Well, I did. I still don't quite know how to deal with it. You are my brother. But . . . Oh Warren! It does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah . . . too good. Damn . . . " He closed his eyes again. Catherine watched his face greedily as she moved her ass in different ways. She could tighten and loosen her cunt however she wanted. It was fun to do it real slow and then speed up and watch Warren's mouth curl in an agony of pleasure. When he looked about to explode, she'd stop completely and close the beginning of her opening down hard around the base of his prick. She could feel the rigid cock throbbing powerfully when she did that. Then little by little the throbbing would subside. Warren caught his breath at last.
"I just about came that time." He kissed Catherine's mouth gently. "You'd better get off me before ...
"My period starts tomorrow," she said in an off-hand way. "And I'm never late. You can do it anytime you want, darling." They kissed with wet, lingering lips until she knew he was feeling the heat again. He was breathing faster, his hands smoothed up and down the small of her back. Then his fingers slipped under the black silk of her split panties and dug into the soft meat of her ass cheeks.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, plunging her bottom furiously again. "Ohhhhh yesssss!"
"Cathy . . . Jesus . . . you sure it's okay for me to shoot?"
"Yes darling . . . Ohhh do it. Come inside!"
The tiny tickle that had been flitting around her clit had become a focused, strong sensation now. She concentrated on that burning core as she rubbed herself viciously against the hilt of her brother's cock. He gasped her ass harder than ever. pumping from underneath. His cocktip rammed against the knotted opening of her womb. She clawed at the nape of his neck, kissed his mouth sloppily as their bodies slapped together in uncontrollable throes. Catherine no longer felt like a lonely person. She had become two. She and her brother were a new and wondrous beast. Her big tits flopped against his chest. She loved to flatten them against him. Her softly fleshed body seemed to fit against his hard muscularity so nicely. She was crushing him down into the bed, her big, curvy ass pumping up and down as fast as she could work it.
Her toes were pointed, legs tightly together. She felt the desire to grab his wrists again. It had something vaguely to do with her black stockings and the black panties. She couldn't bother with motives. She just wanted to think of herself as having control. She wanted to fuck her brother. She wanted to be on top. She wanted to be on top. She found his wrists and pinned them out to the side.
Warren didn't seem to mind. He flopped his head back and forth as she devoured his neck and face with ravenous bites.
"Ahhhhhh!" he moaned, going rigid. "Jeeeeeesus!"
"Is it good, my baby?" She was squirming over him with wild fury now. The idea flitted through her consciousness that it was rape. That exciting word brought a convulsive throb of pleasure to her pussy. She was coming, coming hard!
"Ohhh Warren . . . Ohhhhh god in heaven!" She sank her teeth into his shoulder and rubbed her flooding pussy up and down his cock shaft. Then she felt the bulging tip of his cock swell suddenly. It was pressed up against her womb when the first spurt of hot cum boiled out.
"Cathy . . . Cathy!"
"Hold on darling . Ohhhh I'm dying it's so good . . . dying!"
He tried weakly to roll her over. But Catherine liked it the way it was. She resisted him easily. She was a big, strong girl. And in his helpless condition she knew Warren was no match for her frenzied hunger. She had him! She wanted him under her, helpless against the raging lust of her body and soul. Her baby brother was hers and no one else's.
"Ghhhhaaaaa," she babbled, as her pussy spasmed with mind jolting pleasure. She closed it down hard on her brother's cock, milking him, sucking the sap from his balls.
He jerked and twitched under her. His movements weren't so concentrated, so powerful as hers. But she could tell by the look on his face that he was feeling as much pleasure. He looked completely wiped out. The ecstasy pounded between them like live electricity.
As she felt her come finally peak and begin to die away, she clasped her open mouth over Warren's and sucked his tongue. They wiggled and squirmed until the last of the excitement had leaked away. Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows at last.
"Well?"
Warren blinked at her, looked shyly away. "I don't know what to think. It was ... "
"Pretty good," she finished for him. "Wasn't it?"
"Yeah," he admitted, blushing. "Pretty good."
"And you don't feel guilty?"
"I don't know. I guess not. It was weird with you on top."
"I'm older than you," Catherine teased. "I get my way. Didn't I always?"
Warren let out a breath and closed his eyes again. Catherine kissed him tenderly, smoothing his young, strong body with her hands. She wanted to hold him inside her as long as she could. She could feel his slender cock melting now, but she tightened her pussy around it and held it deep. Warren felt the muscles squeezing him and smiled.
"How do you do that?"
"It's love." She looked into his seriously. "I love you, Warren."
"Man, that makes me feel really strange."
"We're close and we always have been. We've got the best reason in the world to love each other."
"But . . . well. I mean, I wanted to fuck you. And I wanted you to fuck me." She could see that it embarrassed him a little to use those words in front of her. But he went on. "It's just that . . . Oh hell, I don't know."
Catherine didn't want to push the subject. She was happy now. There was no use picking a scab. The thought made her giggle. Warren looked at her with grave seriousness.
"What if I'd knocked you up?" His eyes went scared suddenly. "Hell, I just took your word for it. Maybe I already did."
Catherine shook her head. "No. You're really trying to panic." She eased her pussy off of his cock. "Here, let me clean you up."
She stripped off her panties and dabbed gently at his slickened balls, blotting the whitish curds and her juice from the wrinkly sac. Then she dried his cockshaft gingerly and laid it up along his belly. Warren watched her with his hands behind his back.
"Be right back," she whispered, standing up. In the bathroom, Catherine let her brother's jizz ooze from her pussy. Then she dabbed at the sensitive membranes with a washrag and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and so were the tops of her breasts. She gave her reflection a shrug.
"Well, I did it. After all these years, I did it." She waited for lightning to strike or the walls to fall down, knowing of course that they wouldn't. She hurried back to her bedroom, smiling to herself, eager to be with Warren again. But he'd slipped away. There was nothing but the dent of his body on her bed.
"Damn," she breathed to herself. "I wonder if it was too much for him." Maybe brothers were more sensitive to such things. Maybe it was because she was older. Maybe because she'd been on top. She hoped she hadn't messed things up just when they'd started out so nicely. Because she really wanted Warren for her very own. It didn't matter what her mother thought . . . what anybody thought. She was going to have him for her very own plaything. They could move to another town when she was through college. She could get an apartment in a place where no one knew them.
"God, listen to me!" she laughed. But as she lay in the dampness that their bodies had made, Catherine knew that she might not be able to stand losing Warren. He was the only male in her life. And she'd never really had that many.
"Oh Warren, don't you see how happy we could be!" Catherine tried to sleep but all she could think of was the wonderful way her brother's cock fit up into her pussy. It was only natural that it would. They'd come from the same parents. Their parts were shaped just right to work. She thought of her body, trying to imagine what Warren liked best about it. Maybe she'd buy him a present, take him up to Culverton to a movie. They could get a motel. They could fuck all night. She'd buy some new things to wear to bed. She was so excited that at last she had to get her vibrator out from under the mattress and shove it deep into her cunt. She made herself come three times before she started to get drowsy. She left the thing, dead batteries and all, stuffed inside her as she drifted off.