Chapter 5

Sandra could hardly believe her ears when Warren told her of Emily's little plot. Her very own sister! And Emily was so young. At the end of the week, she still wasn't any less shocked. She went to school in a daze, came home in a daze. But this was just the beginning of her problems. She longed for her brother to take care of her again. Now that the ice had been broken, she wanted his body against hers, wanted his cock plowing and ramming her soft pussy. Emily had other ideas.

Emily had made rules for Warren and Sandra to ....abide by. It seemed that little sister wanted Warren all for herself. Warren had told Sandra about it. Emily wanted him to take care of her sexual needs With his mouth only. But sweet Emily didn't want him to go on having relations with Sandra.

Sandra was infuriated at first. But now, ten days after her last sex with Warren she was growing nervous, fidgety. She played with herself constantly and yet wasn't able to bring herself to that final peak of pleasure. It was easy to figure out. She wanted the real thing. She wanted Warren's prick inside her.

Emily had it all worked out. She kept a constant eye on either Warren or Sandra herself. Sandra threatened her once, but Emily acted like she'd just as soon show their mother that photograph as not and Sandra decided to back off. But she kept on needing the loving arms of her brother wrapped around her maturing body. She wanted to feel him taking her down on the bed and filling her with swollen, hot prick! Sooner or later the moment of opportunity would come, she thought. Emily couldn't watch them every second of every day. And finally, Sandra hatched a plan.

Since Emily could overhear anything going on in either Warren's room or her own, Sandra decided they'd have to get together someplace else. On Friday, she left a note in Warren's car for him to find. She hoped Emily wouldn't get wise and discover it first. But she was so horny that she had to take the chance. There wasn't anyplace to go where they could really be alone. No place private enough for two teenagers to get it on together. So she settled for the lobby of the Bluemonte Hotel. They wouldn't be able to do anything there, of course, but at least they could think of something.

Sandra dressed carefully for the occasion. They would have only a short time together so there wouldn't be time for undressing. She chose a floor-length dress with a lot of deep folds. It was out of style, but it would hide what was really going on. With a razor blade, she cut a slit in one of the deepest folds. The way the dress hung, no one could possibly notice the opening. It was directly between her thighs and a few inches below her mound. Her fingers trembled as she made the gash. She knew what would be fitting into the opening if everything went right.

She didn't bother with panties. Nor a bra. That way Warren could feel her better when the moment came. On her way downtown, she stopped by a drugstore that sold rubbers on the shelf and bought a package of very good ones. At least they cost more than the others. The female clerk didn't lift an eyebrow as she sacked the purchase and made change. But Sandra was blushing when she walked out and headed toward the Bluemonte. Warren was standing in the lobby smoking a cigarette. He ground it out when he saw her swing through the door.

"I sure hope Emily isn't wise to this," he said, voice low. "She was waiting to walk home with me when I got out of class yesterday. I never know when she's going to turn up next."

"Well, she has to go to school, too," Sandra smiled. "In fact she's in class right now and probably thinks you are too."

"How did you manage this?" he said, hugging her shoulders.

"I told Mr. Shapp the principle that I had a dental appointment." She had already noticed the swollen lump in her brother's jeans.

"Oh, that's really original."

"Oh Warren," she sighed, "I need you bad. I can't even come anymore . . . unless ... " She stopped and leaned her head against his chest.

"Come on. Let's get the elevator."

They kissed passionately as the car sped upwards. "Thank god for automatic elevators, right?" her brother laughed.

"But we can't just keep riding up and down and hope to have any fun," Sandra breathed. "People will be getting on and off." Just then the car stopped and two couples got on. They rode three floors and exited, but Sandra felt her nerves jangle everytime the car lurched to a stop at another floor. "Let's get out here," she urged. Holding her hand, Warren followed.

They went down a long hall of closed doors. The carpet muffled everything except their excited breathing.

"I don't know how we can do much anyway," Warren said, "with that dress of yours in the way."

"I've thought of that," she said, pinching him. She found a door at the end of the hall and leaned up against the wall near it. "How about here?" she said, voice breaking with emotion.

"God. It's not really too private, is it?"

Leaving her bag hanging on her shoulder, Sandra dug a foil package out and broke the seal. She almost dropped it twice. Finally she peeled it free and looked up at her brother. He was panting too, eyes bright with anticipation. He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard.

"There's a slit in the front of my skirt," she breathed against his ear. Her fingers were busy at his fly. She eased his shorts down and freed his rigid cock. It took a few tries to get the rubber to roll down straight over his prick but finally she made it. Then she opened the place in her long dress and pulled her brother's meat up between her thighs.

"No panties!" he gasped as she rubbed the bulging head up between her cunt lips.

"Now," Sandra said, "here's our little play. My _folks are visiting from another city. They have this room beside us ... " she waved her hand at the closed door, "and you've taken me' out for lunch."

"Let me guess," Warren smiled. "I'm kissing you goodbye by the door here. Tonight we're going to have another date, but right now I want something to remember you by."

"Sure," she said, "young couples kiss all the time outside doors."

"Even brothers and sisters?"

Warren's words thrilled her. "Yessss," she moaned, pulling him against her. His cock was becoming wet from the juices that leaked from her excited cunt. He kissed her neck and mouth and pressed her up against the wall hard. Her ass cheeks were flattened from the force and her breasts tingled tingled against her brother's chest. She slipped a hand through the cut in her long dress and guided him into the hollow that opened up into her body. Warren had to lift her feet off the floor a little to make their parts match. But with her dress almost dragging the floor, no one would be able to tell. She moaned and her head flopped to the side as the weight of her own body forced her pussy down over his rigid cock.

"Nhhhuuuuu . . . Ohhh god, I've waited all week for this!"

"Sandra . . . Ohhh baby, I've been out of my mind too." His balls had slipped through the opening in her dress too. Sandra put her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. They kissed, tongues mingling. Warren ground his cock deeper into her slippery hold. It was perfect! And Sandra knew that if someone happened down the hall, it would only look like a couple of kids making out a little.

It was strange fucking while standing up. It was exciting, too. Warren had her shoved hard against the wall. She couldn't get away, didn't want to. She ground her hips in a slow circle while he rooted with his cocktip. And he could come all he wanted too. They wouldn't have to worry about pulling out before he shot.

Somewhere down the hallway a door opened and a middle-aged man came out. He glanced briefly in their direction, smiled understandingly and' headed for the elevators. And even as Sandra returned his smile, Warren had fucked upwards, lifting her feet from the carpet. Her clit nestled against the base of his hardness and a throbbing tickle spread through her body. They were fucking in public and nobody suspected a thing.

"Nhhhuuuuuuh ... Ohhhh yesss, Warren darling!"

"I can't think of anyone but you anymore, Sandra," he gasped, plunging up and down inside her. "I know it's wrong f o r kin to ... " Her own hot sounds made him stop talking. He was getting his hands in under her blouse and the pressure against the bottoms of her breasts made Sandra tremble. She was on tip-toes again, arms tight around her brother's neck. He fucked her ;'powerfully. Her ass bumped the wall with a steady rhythm.

"Ohhh god, I feel like I'm gonna come already," she sighed.

"I wish we could lay down," Warren said, ;;opening the front of her blouse. Sandra looked down the hall to make sure they weren't being watched. But there was no one in sight. She felt her brother's wet mouth cover one of her nipples and suck the feverish nubbin between his teeth.

"Huuunnn . . . g-g-god!"

"Like that?"

"Do I like it! Ohhhh Warren, I'm gonna come, honey. I'm gonna do it . . . now!"

She thrust her hips furiously against his movements. She could feel that engorged tip pressing against her womb. It was bigger than she'd ever felt before. It was huge! And a steady throbbing pulse pounded through Warren's meat. "Does it feel good?" she gasped.

"It's really far out . . . getting you like this . . . against the wall!"

"Ohhh, I like it too!" She bit his chin as the thundering tickle of ecstasy began to tease at her senses. Even with her long dress on, she could feel her brother's prick poking through that slit she'd cut in the material. It was almost as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. But she longed to wrap her legs around him. And she couldn't get away with that right out here in the hallway of a downtown hotel. Or could she?

As her excitement quickened, Sandra decided to forget any pretense of appearing cool. She clung to her brother's neck with all her might and threw her legs around his middle, scissoring him tightly as her ass thrashed in frenzied circles. With her pussy stretched like that she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her. She could almost feel the bulging veins on it, and the little tube that ran along the underside. She could tell by the way his tip was flared out that he was about to fill the rubber.

"Sandra ... baby . . . somebody's gonna see," he moaned. But she clasped her thighs even tighter around him as his prick speared into her seeping pussy. The hot juices dripped down her legs. Her breath wheezed from her lungs as she felt herself about to come.

Excitedly she grabbed her brother's balls, thrusting her hands under her long dress to do it. She didn't even care if they were seen now. She wanted to feel that wonderful thing that was making her feel so full, so itchy with pleasure. And grabbing Warren's balls seemed to push him over the line. She felt his body lurch and they teetered back from the wall until he got his balance again.

"Sandra . . . Uhhhnnnn!"

"Ohhh honey, do it! Fuck me harder! come . . . come . . . come!"

She bit his shoulder and pressed his exploding ails up against her outer lips as her juice wet his cock and her knuckles. She was shoved against the wall again. Her legs scissored convulsively as if she re trying to squeeze the cream from his body.

Warren drooled on her neck and made a sound as he was passing out. Again, he fell away from the wall and staggered in circles in the narrow hallway. She rode him, skewered on his slender prick. She kept her arms tight around his neck and pumped her ass wildly to bring on the dizzying storm of utter joy. Her thigh muscles bulged with tension as she came. And she was crying out . . . she couldn't help herself. It just felt too damned good to stay quiet.

"Shhhhh," her brother said, almost laughing with the tension himself. He reeled, almost went down. But Sandra didn't care if they fell. She was blind with the devastating shivers of pleasure that jolted through her. Her pussy tightened on the hot prick that was ramming it so furiously. Keeping her muscles clasped around him like that, Sandra tossed her ass like she wanted to break her brother's cock off and keep it forever inside her.

He grunted and his knees almost folded. She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him. He moaned into her mouth and his eyes were half-lidded. By the uncontrollable way he was jerking, she knew that he was pumping the thin rubber full of hot seed.

Somehow Warren blundered into a corner and they finished there, wedged comfortably between the two walls. Sandra cooed against his ear as he ground her climax into splintered tickles of loveliness. At the last she felt the surges of his jizz shooting up that tube and frothing out into the stretched confines of the rubber. Then, slowly, she let her feet dangle down to the floor again. They kissed lingeringly. With gentleness that made her giddy, Warren eased his prick from her tortured, swollen hole.

She looked down at the rubber that glistened with her sex butter. The tip sagged with Warren's cream. He shoved it into his shorts, rubber and all and zipper up. No one had come down the hall. He smiled at her as if proud of his performance.

"Well," she said breathlessly, "we did it!"

On their way back home, Sandra held her brother's hand as long as she dared. Just before he let her out six blocks from the house, she turned to him.

"I'm going to try to get those pictures away from Emily," she said. "Maybe I could say something to Catherine. Tell her how we feel about each other." She tilted her head. "Why are you blushing, Warren?"

"Nothing ..."

"You act like you know something that I don't."

"What would I know?"

"Anyway," Sandra went on, "Cathy might be able to ..."

"I wouldn't say anything to Catherine." Warren rubbed his nose.

"Why not? She's taking all those psychology classes. She'd understand about us better than anybody else. And maybe Emily would listen to her. I mean, Emily- is just maturing and has all these terribly strong sex urges and I'm sure she doesn't know quite how to handle them ... "

"Are we handling our sex urges any better?" He tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

"But our thing isn't just sex. It's love too. Isn't it?" Sandra felt a little out of focus. As if all she'd been assuming wasn't really true after all.

"Sure. I guess. I mean, you're my sister. It's hard to know exactly how I feel about you sometimes. When I'm fucking you, I know. But thinking about the whole thing and Emily threatening us and ... " He worked his jaw muscles and .frowned. "I wonder if maybe I should get the hell out of the ° house for a while. Find an apartment somewhere."

Sandra left her brother in his gloomy mood. But not before he warned her one last time about telling any of their secrets to Catherine. Sandra was suspicious of his motives. He knew Catherine well enough to realize that she wouldn't go blabbing anything to their mother or dad. And still Warren had insisted that Catherine not be told.

It made Sandra want to tell her sister all the more. She was about to explode with the emotions of lusting after her very own brother. She had to reveal herself to someone who might understand. And Emily needed to be talked to. Sandra felt that she and Warren had something worth salvaging. But Emily was just a hot pants looking to stir up trouble. She was too young to know anything about mature love. She'd seen Warren doing things to her older sister and wanted to get in on the fun herself. Sandra wished she had the nerve to slap Emily's face. But then she might really freak out and tell all to mom.

When she got to the house she hurried upstairs, hoping she might find Catherine in her room studying. But she wasn't home from classes yet. Sandra poked around her older sister's room, realizing that she knew almost nothing about Cathy's personal life. Did she have any secret lovers? Did she lust after her associates at the university?

Sandra opened a drawer, knowing that she was getting snoopy. The ivory-colored vibrator lay among a tangle of black stockings, garter belts and panties. It was so unlike her sis to have such things around that at first Sandra doubted they really belonged to Catherine. She picked up the cock-shaped device and turned the base until it began to buzz. The shiver of the thing in her hand made her pant just thinking of how it would feel to have that thing sliding in between the lips of her pussy. Did her sister use something so ... so wicked as a vibrator? Sandra had thought that only nymphomaniacs had a need for such devices. But there it was in her sister's drawer. She turned it off and put it back down in the soft silkiness of the strange black undergarments. She tried to imagine Catherine wearing such stuff. But to think of all that black on Catherine, her blonde hair in a bun, her owl-like glasses on ... it just didn't fit.

Sandra made sure everything in her sister's room was like when she came in and closed the door behind her. Emily was coming up the steps, her arms loaded with books.

"Where were you today?" she said, her freckled nose wrinkled up in anger. "You didn't come back to school after lunch."

Sandra had hoped that Emily wouldn't notice. The junior high was three blocks from the high school, after all. But sweet Emily had her ways of finding things out.

"I ... I didn't feel too good. My period started and the principle let me come home."

"You went and fucked Warren somewhere, didn't you?" Emily stared up at her, eyes on fire. "Boy are you perverted!"

"Me perverted!" Sandra laughed. "Look what you want him to do to you!"

"And he likes it too," Emily snapped. "He likes to kiss me down there . . ."

"You little dummy," she said. "Boys don't like anything unless they can slide their cocks into something warm and wet and slippery." She knew that wasn't quite true, but Emily didn't know anything anyway.

"Well, how come he gets to breathing fast and moaning when he's licking me?"

"He's thinking of how nice it would be if he could poke you," Sandra told her. This made Emily frown. She bit her bottom lip. Then she pushed by Sandra and stomped into her room. Sandra almost went after her. She felt like shaking her dumb little sister by the shoulders until she handed over that photograph. But she didn't. She went to her own room instead and peeled her long dress off.

Her pussy was still swollen from the workout Warren had given her. She lay on the bed naked, fondling her breasts, thinking about her brother and wondering if somehow they might be able to make it in that closet that connected their two rooms. If they were quiet about it, maybe Emily wouldn't even know what was going on.