Chapter 7
"It wasn't anybody," Emily said, bouncing back to the bedroom and locking the door behind her.
Warren was sitting on the bed. He looked up at her with something like fear in his eyes.
"We just can't do this," he said to his sister. Everybody is still up and walking around. What "What if what?" she said, kicking off her tennies. She left her skimpy top on, but began to peel her shorts and panties down together. Warren swallowed and wiped his brow. She slinked over to him and rubbed her thigh up against his knee. "I .don't think I could've waited another second."
"Emily . . . damn it." He grabbed her wrist, but she already had her fingers inside his pants. Then she felt how sticky he was. His shorts were a .soppy, creamy mess. She gave him a hard look.
"Ugh. You've got yourself really messed up." She tilted her head questioningly. "Did you play with yourself at the supper table?" Warren went red and looked at his hands. Emily tried to think. Then it hit her. Catherine had been sitting beside Warren during the meal. And Emily remembered now that the two of them had acted a little strange.
"Wow, you mean you're fooling around with Catherine, too?" she gasped. Her brother's look told her she'd hit it right the first guess. "`How disgusting!"
"And I suppose you're the angel around here." Warren was zipping his pants closed. Emily-grabbed his hand and squirmed onto his lap.
"Oh Warren, let's not fight. I just want you for myself. I understand you better than Sandra or Catherine." She wiggled sexily, letting her- bare bottom massage him where she sat. But she could feel nothing happening. Warren didn't even have a hard-on.
"I'm kinda tired tonight, Emily," he said. "I think I'd better go get some sleep."
"You mean you're going to go fuck Catherine. Or will you wait til Sandra gets through with the dishes?" She sulked, twisting her brother's hair around her forefinger.
"You don't know how tired I am. A guy can keep this kind of thing up only so long."
"Looks like you don't have anything up right now," she snapped. Warren pushed her off of his lap and stood up. She felt her passion hotter than ever. She wanted so badly to feel the slick slide of her brother's mouth against her pussy. But she remembered what Sandra had said to her about what boys liked. Sandra had hinted that what they really went for was to bury their cock in something hot and wet and slick. She didn't want to lose her cherry. But she wanted to keep her brother's Interest up. That seemed to leave only one alternative. She grabbed his fly again and managed to get it open. Warren tried to head for the door, but she shoved a hand deep into his underwear and clutched his soft prick.
"Warren ...please stay a few more Minutes ... "
"I told you, I'm beat. I've got to get some rest r I'm gonna cave in."
"Maybe I can do something to you," she babbled, "something you'll like."
"All I'd like now is to feel my bed under me." "You can rest on my bed," she said, jacking the skin of his prick back and forth. It was still slimy from the cream that had spurted under the supper table. Emily was surprised that it wasn't getting any harder. She hugged her arms around her brother and wrestled him down on her bed. She -giggled and tickled him under the arms.
"Aw come on," he said, irritated. But Emily was feverish with desire. Her brother's resistance only made her want him more. She worked open his pants and peeled them down over his ass. He had closed his eyes. He really looked wiped out, all right. She had completely exposed his sagging cock now. It looked so soft, so useless curled between his thighs. But could she really go through with what she knew might revive him? She'd watched Bonny do it to Barry that time at the babysitting job. But Bonny had been forced. Barry had gone kinda crazy. He'd even choked her with the bulging thing.
"Warren?"
"Hmmmmmm?" He didn't bother to open his eyes.
"You're not asleep, are you?"
"Just about."
"Shit," she breathed, picking up his flaccid prick again. She jacked the skin rapidly, but nothing happened at all. Warren just couldn't get one up. There was no chance that she was going to get her hot little pussy eaten if she couldn't get him any more excited than this. She licked her lips and stared at the soft snake with its purple veins and wrinkled skin. Maybe she could just lick him a little. Not drink his cum or anything like that. Just get him excited so he'd eat her! But she didn't know the first thing about sucking a prick. And she wasn't-so sure she wanted to learn either.
"Oh Warren. Damn you-anyhow." Her brother made a soft sound like snoring. She knew she had to do something quick. She licked her lips again and picked his wilted cock up so it was pointed towards the ceiling. Then she took a deep breath, pursed her lips into an O and lowered them. But no sooner had she touched his cockskin than she jerked back.
"It . . . feels so weird," she said to herself. The next time she just pushed her tongue out and closed her eyes. When she touched his prick with a slow lick, she realized it wasn't really that much different than licking a boy's elbow. She was just freaked. It was all in her mind. If she didn't let him cum in her mouth, she might as well be sucking his thumb. She was just making a big deal about it.
The next time she managed to wet his cocktip thoroughly. She held it before her eyes, admiring the brave work she'd done. The thin membrane -that covered the head of her brother's prick was glistening with hot spit. Big deal. It wasn't any larger than before.
"Don't go to sleep, Warren. Please!" "Mmmmmm."
"Damn," Emily looked at the soft, white shape in her fingers. She knew she'd have to do something a little more exciting than just licking that flared tip. She'd have to take the whole thing inside her mouth whether she liked it or not.
Steeling her nerve, Emily got into a more comfortable position between her brother's parted legs. She was on her belly, legs spread out behind her. Her elbows were outside his hips so she could steady his prick as she lowered her mouth down over it. His dried cum tasted a little strange as it melted against her tongue, but other than that she was able to cope with the strange feelings she was experiencing. She closed her lips tight around the base of his shaft and began to stroke the underside of it with her tongue. She tried every movement that came to mind. She stroked along the little tube that ran the length of his cock. Then she made a deep trough with her tongue and sucked powerfully at the warm tip. At last she felt blood being forced into her brother's meat. It lengthened slowly, filling out at the base first and then bulging on up towards the place she suckled.
"Uhhhnnn," he moaned, moving his hips a little. Emily was ecstatic. She smoothed her palms over his muscular belly as she bobbed her head up and down. He was really getting stiff now, and long too. She couldn't keep all of him inside her mouth. But she had plenty. Enough to munch on, enough to excite Warren. He wiggled a little as she pointed her tongue and fluttered it between the two lobes just under the tip.
"God ... Emily!"
"Mmmmmmm." She was really sucking on him now. The spit popped in her flared nostrils. She kept swallowing, swathing him with her hot tongue. Her hands fondled his body as she sucked. And her cunt was starting to run juice. She closed her thighs and pumped her bottom up and down so that her mound rubbed the mattress. Her clit swelled from its slick folds and she seesawed her hips to caress it in its own juicy petals.
By now, her brother's cock was standing up mightily from his groin. She couldn't even get her mouth down to the base of it now. She tickled his balls with her fingertips and kept ravaging the underside of his prickshaft with her tongue. Her brother clutched at her head to steady it while he plunged his hips upwards off the mattress.
Emily knew that he was hot now. And she was too! She was really ready to have her little cunt eaten out. She wanted to feel him stroking it like she was stroking him. She wanted that sucking sensation against her clit. She wanted to feel her juices and her brother's saliva dribbling down to the crack of her ass.
She pulled her lips away from him with a slurp and rolled over on the bed, her legs spread wide, knees bent and pulled up against her chest. Warren got onto his hands and knees and looked at her. His eyes were crazy.
"What the hell . . . " he moaned.
"I'm ready," she whispered, "now that you're nice and hot."
"God damn, you'd better finish me, Emily."
"It's my turn for a while," she snapped back. Then softer, "Be a good guy, Warren. Please? Eat me . . . please, eat me!"
His look hardened. She could see his raw, blood-darkened cock bobbing heavily under his belly. He got between her legs. But instead of lowering his mouth down to her, he thrust his cock in between her hairless, outer lips. She felt the rigid tip push in her plump mound, then slide between the slickened inner surfaces.
"Ohhh god! What in hell do you think you're doing!" She tried to push herself up, tried to grab him. But Warren fell upon her with the full weight of his body. He pumped hard against the little hollow where her hymen stretched so delicately.
"I'm gonna scream!" she warned. Warren clapped a hand across her mouth. And as he held her like that, he lunged with his hips. The movement was short and hard. Emily felt the sharp stab of pain. She screamed, but her shrill cry was strangled by her brother's hand. He laughed and lunged again. His cock ripped through the slick vortex and speared five inches into her writhing body. His smile was like that of a crazy man.
"It's about time you got yours, Emily," he said, half laughing, half growling. "God are you tight! You're tighter than any I've ever had."
"Nooommmm," she gasped, jerking her bottom around furiously in an effort to escape the rigid prick that was forcing deeper every second.
"Ohhh god . . . Warren!" She twisted, tried to get a leg out from under. But he was firmly wedged between her slender thighs. She kicked futilely at the backs of his legs. "You can't do this! Ohhh god, you're fucking me!"
"You little bitch! You need it!" He groaned and pumped his hips. Emily opened her mouth to scream again but Warren didn't even bother trying to keep her from it. He just fucked himself another inch into her untouched little hole. Her tongue worked but no sound came out. Just a little squeak of hopelessness. She felt the hot blood making red streaks down the underside of her ass.
She hadn't imagined that her brother's slender cock would feel so huge inside her body. Every 1 movement she made seemed to force that barbed rod of flesh against her tube, stretching it. It felt like she was a chunk of meat on a skewer. She 'babbled meaningless words. She bit her bottom lip and tried to push back her brother's chest. But he crushed her down, his ass working rhythmically now as he plunged deeper and harder and faster into her young, shivering body.
"How does it feel?" Warren said, pulling her hair so hard that her neck was completely exposed. He started biting her there, taking no care not to hurt. She whimpered and beat against his back. But her fists were so small. And she felt so weak, so unequipped for combat with someone so strong. The bed creaked with the force of Warren's fucking.
"God, this is what I wanted to do all along," he hissed against her ear. Emily felt her soft cleft being raped open. She was being ground down into the mattress as her brother's sharp hip bones scraped hers.
"Nhuuuuuuh . . . Ohhhh god help me!" Her fingernails scraped blood from Warren's back, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.
"Maybe I should knock you up and get you off my back," he laughed, plunging another inch into the convulsed circle of muscles around her hole. Emily cried, but no tears streaked her face. Warren captured her head between his hands and kissed her furiously.
"Noommmmuuh!" She tried to bite him, but he bit her back and she whined and went limp in his carnal embrace. He brought his knees up under her opened legs. She felt herself being parted even more. Her brother's long cock dipped into the deepest, hottest pocket of her tight pussy. She felt her womb pushed back as the engorged tip rubbed it.
"Nhhhaaaaaa," she gasped, knowing that if her brother came now, he'd pump her little belly full of babies. She'd probably have triplets if he popped. She struggled, frantic to escape. But now her movements were causing another kind of sensation besides the pain. The constant, tumid rubbing of her parts against her brother's prick made her dizzy. Her clit was pulsing steadily and the tickly pleasure couldn't be denied. She sighed from it, tried to wipe it from her consciousness. Yet there it was. Thumping in the heated mess of her slit. And with each plunge of Warren's shaft, she trembled weakly, unable to find it any longer. Until at last, she growled and drew her hot palms against the small of his back. Then she tilted her hips upwards and drew them down again. Up and down, rubbing that tiny glowing ball of pleasure that seemed to tease at her sanity. She gave in to the temptation of madness.
"Warren . . . honey ... Ohhhh Jesus, I've never ' felt anything like this! Ohhhh god, please don't put a baby in me . . . but don't stop either. It feels so full in my pussy! It feels so hot and stiff and . . . Nuuuhhhnnn!"
"Yeah, you like it, don't you? I knew you'd start eating it up. You little nympho!"
"Hunnn . . . Huhhnn ... ghaaaaa!" She thrashed,"under the weight of Warren's body. She clawed at him again, but this time to get him deeper. The pain had dwindled now. All she could feel was the wonderful slide of his slickened prick in and out of her pussy.
Her breath came in shuddering gasps. She arched her back and ground her small breasts up against the hairy, muscled chest of her brother. The pink nipples were like rigid nubbins set in the soft swells. She loved the way it felt to have them pressed flat on her chest. She held to Warren's neck with both arms and pumped her trim ass like a wildcat.
"Oh god . . . what am I doing," she whimpered, trying to control her runaway emotions. But it was so hard to stop moving. With that hard, long prick jabbing up into her soft body. With her brother's hands all over her, his mouth hungry against her neck. She couldn't help but rub her dripping cunt against the penetrating meat that pinned her down on the bed almost as if she were a butterfly in some exotic collection. In the excitement, Emily was rolled over on her side for a moment. She was torn between the desire to escape and the devastating sensations that throbbed through her slender body. But somehow she got a foot up against her brother's body and shoved him away. She staggered off the end of the bed and clapped a hand under her cunt. It came away dripping blood. She wasn't really wounded seriously and she knew it. But the sight of the red smear shocked her to her senses. She fell against the door and tried to work the knob. Warren pressed his body up against her from behind, laughing.
"I'm gonna scream," she warned.
He had a hand over her mouth before she could get it out. Then his arm circled her neck and he held her like that, pinned against the door while he worked his cock between her thighs. She tried to clamp him off, to keep her pussy tilted the wrong way. But he just increased the stranglehold around her neck until she gave a whine of surrender and pushed her bottom out to him.
"Nooooo ...!"
"You dumb little pussy!" He sounded mad. And when he had worked the bulging, hot head of his prick between her lips again and speared it deep enough to hold, he bit her shoulder hard.
Emily bumped against the door. Her body was pressed and flattened against the cold wood. From behind, Warren was skewering her again, getting an inch, two inches. Her hole stretched, her belly heaved.
"Warrrrren . . . Nuhhhuuh . . . Ohhhhh .. don't . . . don't . . . it's so tight!"
"God yes," he grunted, bending his knees so he could get more of his prick into her pussy. Her juices streamed out now to lubricate the invading penetrator.
"I've got you where I want you," Warren breathed. He got her wrists and held them behind her back as he butted up against her with each lunge. Her head hit the door again. Her feet were spread apart and she was on tip-toes to keep from losing her balance.
"Ohhh Warren, it's awful. What you're doing. You broke my cherry. I'm bleeding. And you're going to put a baby in me if you keep . . ."
"That's not where I mean to come," he laughed. "You're going to eat it, baby. You are going to take every drop onto your pink little tongue and ..."
"Nooooo!"
"You like being fucked better, is that it? You want me to give you triplets!"
"Warren . . . Ohh help me god ! Help me somebody!"
Circling her waist with an arm, Warren half dragged, half fucked her into the middle of the bedroom. Then he pulled his prick from her pussy so slowly that she was left trembling, head hung down as he grabbed a piece of leather thong from his drawer. She was too weak to fight him now.
She let him tie her wrists behind her back. Her pussy itched something awful. Not a regular kind of itch. But the kind of itch that just got itchier and wilder and more tantalizing until finally it had to be clawed at. But nobody was helping her toward that end anymore. She was caught in a limbo between guilty fear and carnal hunger. Then Warren shoved her roughly onto her knees in the middle of the rug. He stood in front of her, legs slightly parted. She felt him grab her hair and jerk her face up even with his crotch.
"Suck my cock!" he said. His eyes told her to obey. No sooner had she parted her lips than Warren jerked her mouth down over his jutting prick. It slid across her tongue with a sexy sound. She begun to suck dutifully at the hot meat. She felt like a sex slave, hands bound behind her, hair wound around her brother's fingers. He held her in the right position so that she had to take him deep. She gagged once when his tip tickled past her tonsils. But after the third time, her gagging reflexes were dulled. She didn't really retch then. But her stomach bucked every time he fucked hard like that.
It was like a strange dream. Her own brother, his balls, his cock! Her small mouth felt so full of hot, dripping meat. His cockhead throbbed huge against the roof of her mouth. She couldn't believe it could get any bigger and yet it was! Her little lips were stretched around the base when he shoved it in. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
"Keep sucking," Warren breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair. Emily tugged at the thin trips of leather that held her wrists together so tightly. Having her arms behind her like that was exciting in a very weird way. She wasn't used to being tied up. Wasn't used to being on her knees naked. In front of a male. In front of her brother.
"Nhhhhaaaaaa," she whimpered, trying to back way from the jabbing, slippery shaft that kept poking into her throat. But Warren wouldn't give her any room to get loose. She closed her eyes. 'There was nothing she could think about, nothing to take her mind off of what she was doing. That hot, hard prick was everything. It took over completely. She worked her tongue along the lumpy bottom of it, stroking and sucking and licking as best she knew how.
"Are you going to tell me where that photo is? The one of Sandra and me?"
"Mmmmnnoo . . . No ... I can't tell ..."
"I'm gonna come in your throat!"
Emily twisted back and forth, but knew she wouldn't be able to get away in time. The underside of her brother's prick was pulsing. Little swells ran along the tube to the purple tip and then it swelled. It was the same kind of thing she'd felt happen to Tad Howell's cock the night she had used had lotion to jack him off. She knew that if those strong spasms were beginning in Warren's prick, it wouldn't be long til his cream was on its way out.
And she was right. A tiny droplet oozed from the slit at the tip. She was running her tongue back and forth like he wanted when she tasted the slightly sour stuff. Warren shuddered. His hands went limp at the sides of her head, but quickly grabbed more hair again. Then his knees gave slightly and he made a sound in his throat like nothing Emily had ever heard.
The only way she had managed to get her mouth away was to wait until he trembled again. Emily twisted, jerked back. Warren grunted, his cock bobbing an inch from her face. She could see its spit-covered surface and the little string of jizz that leaked off the tip.
"Damn . . . come here!" He grabbed and missed. She tried to roll backwards. But he just stepped over her, straddled her belly and pulled her head back up between his thighs. His cock spit forcefully and she felt something hot and slick spatter across her cheek. Then he was pinching her jaw open, shoving that slick knob back between her teeth. It exploded again and she whimpered, helplessly as the thick curds washed over her teeth and dribbled down her chin. The pain was too much where her brother was gouging his fingers under her ear. She unclenched her teeth and felt another steamy spout of jizz coat the roof of her mouth. She was on her back now, her brother laying almost on top of her. His knees were on the floor and he was holding himself up a little with his hands. At the same time he pumped his hard cock in and out of her open mouth. The cream boiled furiously from the tip. Emily coughed and milky seed streamed from both her nostrils. "Ghhhhuuuuu ... !" she moaned, twisting and jerking from the stringy cum that caught in her throat. But Warren never stopped moving for a second. His face had a tortured look. Emily's tongue moved back and forth under the rigid ape. She wasn't doing it on purpose. But the choking spasms made her swallow hard. And each allow swathed her brother's sensitive prick with hot spit.
Warren shuddered all over. Another powerful jet of cum bathed her throat and this time Emily was able to get it all down without choking. Her nose as running jizz now. It dripped back into her mouth so she had to swallow it anyway. The stuff had an odd, flat taste.
At least Warren had shot it where it wouldn't do any harm. At fifteen she didn't want to start growing babies.
Warren pulled his prick from her mouth and jerked her to her feet. He untied her hands and picked up his clothes. He still looked mad. She couldn't see why. Not after he'd gotten what he - wanted. He'd made her suck his cock!
"I'm getting out of here," he said.
"God Warren, what do you have to be mad about?"
"Cause you keep bugging me, god damn it! I 'Can't get away from you. At least with Sandra... " He stopped, took a long breath.
"Look, why don't you just go look at your dirty picture." He frowned at her.
"After you tie my hands behind me and make me suck your cock, you just leave me. Is that it?"
"I guess that's it."
"Shit." She watched him leave the room. She'd get back at him some way. For doing her like that. She'd get back at him. Emily examined her swollen pussy with a. hand mirror. It looked all stretched and there was blood smeared around her hole. Yes, there was a hole now. Before she'd only found a little clump of reddened tissue. Her cherry.
"Well, that's sure gone for good." She sighed, remembering how it had felt when the swollen head of her brother's cock had penetrated the tender spot. She shivered and held her breath for a moment. God, it had felt glorious. At least now she could say that. And the more she sat there thinking of all the details, the hotter she found herself getting. Until at last she stood up and paced the floor of her room. She wanted more cock ... wanted to feel something inside her again before she went to sleep.
Someone tapped on her door. Emily opened it to find her big sister Catherine standing there, a funny smile on her face.
"Want to hear something interesting?" Catherine asked, still smiling. Emily shrugged and opened the door wider.
"Sure. I guess do. What is it anyway?" She watched Catherine walk in and take out the small hidden tape recorder. Then she touched a button and the tape began to turn. Who was the girl on the tape? Emily wondered. And then she knew. It was her own voice she was hearing. And that of her brother's.
"Oh no," she whispered.
"Oh yes, Emily darling." Catherine sat down on the bed and watched Emily as the tape unwound.
Sandra looked at the Polaroid print Emily had just handed her and looked up at Catherine. Cathy had her arm around Emily's shoulders.
"Emily decided to quit playing games," she said. Emily nodded agreement. Sandra quickly put the photo in her pocket and pushed hair from in front of her eyes.
"I would say thanks," she said, "but since you shouldn't've taken it in the first place, I won't say anything."
Catherine watched Emily climb the stairs and head to her room. Then she winked at Sandra and went into the kitchen. Sandra followed. Cathy opened the refrigerator.
"I don't know how you did that," her younger sister said.
"It took a little doing." Catherine cut some cheese and got out the mustard.
"Who you making the sandwich for?"
"Who do you think?" Catherine winked again. Sandra rubbed her hands on her jeans. "Let me take it up to him."
"I get firsts this time," Catherine said. Sandra blushed furiously.
"How did you know that Emily had that picture of me and Warren?" she whispered, smiling through her embarrassment. Cathy licked her lips.
"I put my tape recorder to work on the case. I discovered all sorts of little secrets." Catherine finished the sandwich and cut it neatly in two. "You mean you hid your recorder when Warren was in Emily's room?" Sandra's eyes were bright. "Um huh," Catherine nodded.
Sandra went and hugged her big sister.
"You know, I had a feeling you were messing around with Warren too," Sandra said. "There was something I couldn't quite pin down, something about the way he acted last time we . . . " She blushed again.
"Hey, don't feel so shy about it. Now that it's all out in the open, we can share."
Sandra looked up, eyes round with chock. "You're not kidding me?"
"Of course not. It's obvious that you or I won't be marrying our very own brother. So why not have our needs taken care of regularly without having to wait for a decent male to come along. It's pretty hard to find a good lay nowadays, anyway.
And if Warren has been taking care of you like he took care of me once, well . . . " She licked her lips again.
Sandra nodded and smiled. "God, you're right Cathy. Warren is a good lay. And he's all ours!"
"But," Catherine reminded, "I've got firsts tonight." They hugged again and Catherine headed upstairs with the sandwich. She tapped lightly on her brother's door and waited politely until he opened it for her.
"Oh. Hi." He looked a little puffy around the eyes. And tired. Yes, Catherine thought, more than anything he looked tired.
"Brought you a little snack," she said. As soon as she'd put it on her brother's desk, she went to close the door.
"I was thinking about going to bed early tonight," he said. Catherine stood in the middle of the room. She took off her glasses first and tossed them to her brother. He swallowed hard and folded them and put them on his desk. She waited til he looked up again before she undid her hair and let it tumble down over her shoulders. Then, very slowly she undid the buttons of her blouse. Underneath she had on her black lace bra. Her large tits bulged softly from the top of the uplifting cup. Warren tried to look away, but couldn't.
"God, do I need you, darling brother."
"I don't know whether I can even get one up, Cathy," Warren said. "I'm really beat."
"You just lay down and take it easy. Your big sis will bring you back to life."
Warren smiled and lay back on the bed. Catherine saw that he wasn't really as burned out as he claimed. Because his cock was already bigger than a normal, dormant cock was. It hadn't gotten really nice and hard yet, but it looked heavy. She decided to do away with the black panties and bra ' this time. She stripped completely and climbed up beside her younger brother. He didn't see the long, plastic thing in her hand until she switched it on.
"What are you going to do with that?" he gasped, eyes wide. Cathy ran the tip of the vibrator up the inside of his thigh and smiled.
"Oh, I thought, you might enjoy a little something besides the usual wham, bam, thank you ma'am." It amused her to see the fear in her brother's eyes. He kept looking at the streamlined tip of the vibrator as if he was afraid where his big sister might poke it. "Calm down," she said. "You don't think I'm going to hurt you, do you?"
"Uhhh ... no. I guess not."
"Then roll over, silly." She pushed him herself. He .was on his belly now, legs clamped together. Again, Catherine was amused. She fished the small jar of lubricating jelly from her s mock pocket and tossed it back onto the chair again. Warren tensed when she dipped the buzzing tip of the vibrator into the greasy lotion.
"Hey!"
"This won't hurt," she cooed. Gingerly she nestled the well-oiled tip of the plastic cock between his cheeks. Warren tightened his ass. She could see that it would take a little convincing to loosen him up. But she could do it. She knew she could do it.
"Honey, just take it easy. Your big sister will take care of you." She began to kiss his back and shoulders. Then she lifted his hair and started french kissing the nape of his neck. Warren grunted and squirmed his body down against the bed. She was beside him on the bed, cuddling her legs against him, letting him feel her warm tits against his side. Warren groaned again as she began to rub the buzzing vibrator back and forth over his clenched asshole. The grease popped as she moved the thing. And little by little she felt him relax.
"That's it, baby."
"What . . . are . . . God . . . that feels . . . hey Cathy, I don't know about this. No one ever ... "
"There's always a first time."
"Yeah, but a guy isn't supposed to ... I mean, a guy doesn't get anything shoved ...
"Shhhh!" She nibbled his neck hungrily. He closed his eyes. Her fingernails dug deeply into the muscles of his back. She scratched him until he grunted with pleasure. Then she made him turn his face toward her. He lifted one side a little so that his cock bobbed up between the sheet and his stomach.
"Ohhh, let me have that," Catherine breathed. She closed her fingers around his hot, damp shaft and gently began to move the skin up and down.
Warren's mouth became slack. He made fists and slowly took in air until his chest was bulging with air. Catherine thought he looked beautiful. She remembered more clearly than ever when he'd been just a baby. And she had sucked his sweet ;little prick. The idea stuck with her now until she couldn't think of anything else.
"That's it, darling," she said. "Get onto your side a little more. She scooted herself down until her mouth was very close to his cock. It was rigid with blood now and she could see his pulse making it bob. Now he was really starting to relax. She teased the vibrator past his asshole again and then, when he wasn't thinking about it, pushed the well greased tip against the knotted entrance.
"Uhhnnnn!" Warren gasped as the slick plastic eased into his guts an inch.
"There baby, that wasn't so bad was it?" Catherine was so excited she was trembling. Warren's cock had sagged some when the bullet had been speared into him, but now as she kept pushing and turning the buzzing thing, she saw it regain its former shape. The head was bulging with dark blue blood.
"Wow . . . that feels weird. Cathy . . . I don't know about this."
"Relax!" she ordered. "You keep trying to force it back out."
"It doesn't feel natural," he groaned.
"How about this?" she whispered, tilting the vibrator at a sharper angle. Catherine knew exactly where a prostate was located. And she had heard enough, read enough about sexual response to know that when the working end of that vibrator touched the super-sensitive lump inside Warren that he'd quit arguing with her about what she was doing. She probed with the trembling thing until she felt the resistance of something up above Warren's balls.
"Ghhhhuuuhhh," he moaned, writhing suddenly. She watched his mouth go slack, watched his breathing lose all rhythm. She smiled as she experimented, searching for the perfect spot on that swollen gland in his body. And she found it. His cock jumped like it had been spurred by some unknown force. The head turned from blue to dark purple and a droplet of clear fluid appeared at the little slit.
"How do you like that, brother dear?"
"Nhhhhuuuhhh ... !" was all he managed to get out. Catherine knew she had the vibrator up in him a good six inches. Now it was time to work on the other end. She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, made a trough of it and rested it gingerly against the underside of her brother's rigid prick. Then she pushed it back and forth as she teased his throbbing insides with the vibrator.
"Catherine . . . I . . . I . . ."
"Warren, darling," she sighed, fucking him with the cock, licking him with her tongue. Then she made a soft, wet O with her lips and took his prick to the back of her throat.
Warren stopped breathing completely. His belly lurched. He opened and closed his fingers on the tangled sheets. All this excited Catherine to a fever. She nursed with uninhibited appetite at the smooth, spongy shape that filled her mouth.
Warren was beyond words now. All he could do was make choking, gasping noises as she played with him. Catherine had felt her body respond to her brother's pleasure. It was certainly true, she thought, that giving pleasure to someone else brought enjoyment to the giver as well. Her pussy was running juice. Everytime she moved her full hips, her parts rubbed together noisily. Her clit had exploded up out of its slick nest until it poked out from between her inner lips. When she parted her thighs slightly it jutted, glistening from her pussy.
She knew that she had to do something to herself soon or she'd flip out. Her big tits heaved up and down. They were heavier than usual and the nipples dark. She couldn't wait any longer.
"On your back, big boy."
"But that thing . . . it'll stab me!"
"No, we'll just push it all the way in . . . like.. this!" Catherine took her forefinger and pushed against the base of the seven-inch vibrator until it disappeared into her brother's body and his asshole clenched tightly behind it. Warren twisted and bucked on the bed like a wild animal was eating at his guts. But there was a look of tortured pleasure on his face.
"See? Now it won't hurt you!"
"But . . . god . . . damn . . . it's still on!"
"Sure it is. Doesn't it feel groovy?"
"Cathy ... ghhhhaaa!" She was on him in a flash. She held his pulsing prick up against her stretched pussy and wiggled furiously down onto it. As the hard shape penetrated her seeping, hot membranes, Catherine let out a shuddery cry.
"Ohhhh god, did I need that!" She was on top of Warren. Just like last time. Except now he had a vibrator running out of control inside him. The idea excited Catherine. And then as she took more of his cock into her, she was excited by the trembling of the vibrator itself. Its buzzing motor was reaching all the way up her brother's cock and tingling her pussy too! She moaned and kissed Warren with her open mouth. He looked at her with glazed eyes. His thigh muscles spasmed as he pulled his knees up and wrapped his heels over the backs of Catherine's legs. This excited her to ravenous want. She moaned and nibbled at his neck and caressed his body with both hands. Her big ass plunged up and down as she fucked herself with his prick. Warren lifted his hips from the bed a little to let her get it deeper inside herself.
"Honey . . . god . . . Ohhhhhh . . . yessss!"
"Catherine . . . I never felt anything like this ... ever!"
"Baby . . . darling . . . brother!" She was seeing colors when she closed her eyes. The subtle buzz of the vibrator continued to excite the inner walls of her pussy as she rode up and down her brother's lovely, hard, hot cock.
"Warren, isn't this better than Emily could do?"
"Yeah . . . yeah!"
"I knew it! She's just a child. She doesn't know . . . Ohhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Catherine could feel her senses running wild. She couldn't seem to move her bottom fast enough. She twisted and rolled her hips, changing the angle inside her so that her brother's cockhead rubbed against the sides of her tube.
"Jesus . . . that's . . . something . . . else . . ." he whimpered, pumping upwards at the same time. "And that damned thing inside me . . . jesus fucking christ!"
"Ohhhh it's soooo good," she gasped, pinning her arms to the bed. She couldn't keep from doing it. It gave her a feeling of total power. She was ravishing her lovely, strong brother. She was sighing, grunting, taking Warren completely. And now her breasts flattened against his chest as she felt her come about to tear upwards through her shivering flesh.
"Catherine . . . I'm gonna do it . . . inside you unless you pull off!"
"I want it all inside me! I want every last drop," she gaped, .making her muscles tighten around his hardness. She clenched the opening to her pussy around the base and plunged slowly up and down as if milking him, urging him to spurt.
She caressed his ass, knowing that between the muscular cheeks the buzzing vibrator was tearing him up. She pulled him upward and against her. Her legs went rigid. Her calves bulged and she pointed her toes hard. Then she rocked and bucked and wiggled as the tortuously ecstatic thrills pulsed through her body.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . Warren . . . love . . . you ... ghhhaaaaaaaa!"
And Warren was coming too. She felt the awkward, shivery movements of his body as he tried to hold on to some semblance of sanity. With the buzzing bullet stuck hard against his prostate, he fucked like a wild man. He fucked upwards, ramming his prick against the very mouth of her womb. Then she felt him let out a lungful of air and give a frenzied stab with his hips as the white cream frothed from his body.
"Ohhh yes, give it to me, honey. Ohhh my darling brother, I love your cum in me!"
They wrestled in the throes of lovemaking. The bed squeaked and thumped as she ground out her lust against the hard muscularity of her brother's body.
"Cathy . . . Cathy ... !" he gasped, getting weak again. She had used up all his juices and she slowed her working hips. She caressed his body with her hands, kissed him in a dozen places. Until at last they were burned out, his weakened form quiet under her weight.
"You can turn over again," Catherine breathed, getting up from him. Warren rolled over like it was all he could do. She made him relax again and then pulled the shivering bullet from his asshole.
"Just rest here, darling and I'll go get things cleaned up." She bounced off the bed and flipped on the bathroom light. When she was washing up, she rinsed the soap from her hands and climbed back in bed with her brother.
"Well? Are you satisfied? Do you like me now?" She poked him for an answer.
"Oh god, I can't believe what happened to me. I'll never forget it in my whole life." Catherine smiled and tickled his chest with her long hair. Then she went to tell Sandra that she was through.
When Warren joined the army, everybody in the family was taken by surprise. Everybody except Emily. She didn't pay any attention to his explanations. All that stuff about how he could get more free schooling. About the army paying for the rest of his college and giving him a commission and all. Emily knew damn well why her brother had signed up. Because Catherine and Sandra had just about fucked the poor guy's brains out. Emily had been surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had. One month. One month of Sandra climbing in bed with him, to be followed closely by Catherine. Then that last week things had really snowballed.
Emily had passed her brother's room one night around ten. The folks had long since turned in. Catherine and Sandra both were in bed with Warren. Emily could hear them kissing and sucking him. It was sickening how they went after him. Two hungry chicks for sure. So Emily decided to lay her cards cool.
While her sisters drained her poor brother's sap daily, she stayed completely away from him-at least in a sexual way. Instead she did extra laundry when he needed something. She ironed his shirts. She fixed him breakfast when he was up too late to at with the family . . . and more often than not he as getting up late instead of early. Emily even did some sewing for him, something she wasn't all that d at.
The day he left on the bus to report for basic training, Emily was there to see him off. Sandra d Catherine had already given him quick goodbyes. She thought her sisters had grown a little tired of their brother's sniveling about not getting enough sleep. Or maybe they figured that they'd used him up. Sandra had been dating steady anyhow, coming in from a late movie and climbing in bed with Warren. Catherine had taken up with a professor. They talked over coffee and books in the front room until Catherine heard Sandra go back to her own room. Then she'd tell her date she had to go to bed. He didn't know that she meant her brother's bed.
Weeks turned to months and Emily bided her time. She was dating too, but no one as exciting as Warren when he'd been at his best. After all, she'd been fucked for the very first time by her brother. And though she'd been pretty mixed up emotionally during that period, she remembered everything vividly now. The good parts. The way it had felt to be thoroughly fucked by her brother's slender, hard cock.
By summer he was out of basic training and assigned to a post. It was a day's travel to the south, but as soon as she knew where Warren was, Emily started making plans to visit him. She collected some clothes when she could scrape a few extra dollars together. She was getting close to sixteen now and her body seemed to be taking a shape which looked wonderful in pretty dresses. Her legs were very long now and her almost non-existent breasts had started to fill out nicely. It seemed as if her waist had gotten smaller too, but Emily knew that it was because her hips had taken on a subtle shapely curve. She had her hair done in a curly, forties style and learned to use eye make-up. She tried painting her nails, liked it and settled on a dark red tone. Then she splurged on a fifty-dollar dress that was silky and slightly transparent. It clung to her long limbs sexily when she walked, billowed and caressed her trim bottom when she stopped suddenly. It almost made her come just to wear the thing. She researched perfume next, found exactly the right musky scent and tried it out on an unsuspecting date. The guy ended up on his knees begging her for just one feel. Emily knew she had it together now. The next day she bought a bus ticket for the military post where her brother was stationed.
It was raining when she got off the bus, but Emily had even thought of that. She opened her big, black umbrella and sauntered through the noisy depot. Soldiers were kissing girls goodbye, others were coming in from vacations at home. Emily was going to take a cab to her brother's company, but the rain stopped and she decided to walk.
She had never been whistled at so much in her whole life. A colonel even turned his head as she passed a headquarters building and in the next block, a second lieutenant asked her if he could guide her to any particular place. It was hard for her to really believe that she was not quite sixteen.
The sergeant looked up from his papers when she came into the orderly room. And he didn't stop looking. She had to give him a big smile before he finally unlocked his eyes from her coltish legs and asked her if he could help her with anything.
Emily laid it on thick. She told the stone-faced soldier how wonderful it was to be on a real military base. She told him how she felt surrounded by real men for a change and how her brother had written home about how much he liked being in the army. It was all made up of course, but the old sergeant rubbed his hands together and smiled and kept looking at her bottom when she turned sideways to let him examine the graceful outward sweep of her asscheeks. He even blushed when she came around the desk to look at his battle ribbons and medals. She saw his nostrils flare as he sucked up enough of her musky perfume to kill a horse.
"Do you think I might be able to see my brother?" she asked, when she saw the front of his uniform bulging. He hemmed and hawed and then made a quick phone call. It turned out that Warren was on K.P. that day, but after a little wrangling with the cook, Sergeant Axton made arrangements to send over a replacement and hung up.
"I told him to get into his dress uniform," the sergeant told her. "You look too good to be accompanied by some jerk in khakis."
Emily came around to his side of the desk. "Sergeant Axton, I really want you to know how much I appreciate all this." She wrapped her slender arms around the man's neck and clung there, her small but firm breasts touching his chest, her silk-draped body close enough so that he could feel her warmth. Then she kissed him lightly on the lips and let him go. He sat down in his swivel chair with a huge sigh.
"How long will it be before Warren gets here?" she asked.
"Fifteen minutes I'd guess." Sergeant Axton's eyes were on her body again. His pants were standing up like a pup tent. Emily swayed over to the door.
"If I closed this would anybody come crashing in?"
"Nope, not into this office," the man said, his jaw firm.
"Well, I'm going to close it then," she breathed, licking her painted lips. For the first time in her life, Emily felt in complete control. She knew she had the old sarge wrapped around her little finger. And she wanted to see how well her powers really worked. She went over to where he sat weakly in his chair. He sniffed her musk like a bird dog in heat. His eyes were wild. He picked up a letter opener to fidget with and broke it accidentally. Emily took the pieces from him and dropped them in the waste basket.
"I'd like to feel a real man," she whispered, unzipping his fly. Sergeant Axton choked on a word, chewed another and finally managed to speak.
"Miss Ferguson, for the first time in twenty years in this man's army, I don't know what to day . . . or do."
"You don't have to do anything, Sergeant. I'll do it for you." She had untangled his hard-on from his shorts now and pulled it free. It was thick and heavy and hot in her palm. She worked the foreskin back to expose the bulging, blue tip. It was feverish looking and glossy with juice. The Sergeant grunted with pleasure as she began to jack him. She let him slip a hand up the inside of her thigh as she worked her clasping fingers faster and faster. There was a big clock on the wall and Emily counted one minute and seven seconds when she saw the white bubble appear at the tip of the big man's cock. He coughed and made a strangled sound in his throat. And then Emily's hand was suddenly covered with dribbling strings of hot cum. She smiled and moved her own bottom around with excitement. Sergeant Axton had managed to get his middle finger up inside her pretty good. And though she was concentrating on bringing him off quick and getting it over with, she found her own heart pounding too.
"Could I borrow your hanky, Sergeant Axton?" While she was dabbing at the creamy curds that stuck between her fingers, the sergeant zipped his pants back up and pulled a form out of a drawer. She watched him scribble something in the spaces and scratch his signature. Then he smiled up at her and gave a big wink.
"What's this?" she asked as he handed her the paper.
"That happens to be a three-day pass for your brother," he said. "I don't usually make such exceptions . . . but in this case . . . well . . . " He took a deep breath and shook his head slowly. "Little lady, you just made this old soldier feel like he did the day he first enlisted." He smoothed a thick hand down over the silk-covered cheeks of her ass. Emily trembled a little. Though the sergeant looked close to fifty, his chest was big and strong. And he didn't have a pot belly either.
"Any time you want to," he went on, "I'd just love to show you around this part of the country."
Emily took the three-day-pass and went to the door. She turned, her hand on the knob.
"You know, Sarge, I just might take you up on that." Then she went out. The private behind the typewriter smiled at her like a puppy dog and went on typing. Emily saw Warren running across the compound. His face was tan and his hair was cut pretty short but other than that he looked the same. He looked wonderful! Her heart pounded with excitement. He was halfway up the, steps before he saw her.
"Warren, don't you know me?"
"Emily? Is that really you?"
"It's really me!" She cocked her hips and waved the pass at him. "And do you know what this is?"
"You don't look . . . what I mean is, you've changed somehow ... I ... I ... "
"Look at this, silly!" She made him take the paper Sergeant Axton had just signed. Warren read it and shook his head.
"Man, oh man. I don't know how you managed this. The sarge hasn't been giving anybody passes lately. And he took me off K.P. to do it."
"Come on, let's go," Emily said, catching his arm. Her brother talked to himself all the way to the cab stand. Then they were on their way downtown. Emily couldn't wait. She snuggled up against him and put her hand on his thigh.
"God, Emily, I really am glad to see you," Warren said, kissing her cheek. "I didn't think I ever would say that, but it's true."
"I've changed," she told him. "I was just a punk kid. I didn't know my ... " She turned pink and decided to go ahead and say it. " . . . I didn't know my twat from a hole in the ground." Warren laughed like crazy and hugged her close. Emily grew serious then and took his head between her hands. She gave him a teasing, lingering kiss letting only their lips and the tips of their tongues brush. The cabdriver was really getting an eyeful but she didn't mind at all.
At the hotel the cabby got her bag out and put it on the sidewalk. Warren paid the fare. The driver pushed his had back and leaned close to them with a leer.
"Don't you two kids do anything crazy now." He laughed. "Like getting married."
Emily gave Warren a shamelessly hungry look and pulled him close. "Oh we couldn't do that," she told the cabby, "he's my brother."
The man's eyes went wide. Then he glowered at her and got back in the cab and roared away. Emily laughed out loud as they followed the bellhop into the lobby.
"You shouldn't've said that," Warren whispered, but Emily saw that he was amused.
"I don't care what I say anymore. I'm free!" Warren got them a room and signed the register. "At least I didn't have to think up a phony name," he told her. "Our real last name worked just fine for both of us."
As soon as the bellhop had opened the windows and received his tip from Warren, Emily pushed him down on the bed and started tearing his uniform off.
"Don't tell me you've been celibate since I joined the army," he asked.
"I sure have. And I'm so horny I could fuck a duck."
"You won't have to go that far," he said, rolling her over. They kissed wildly as Warren ran his fingers over her maturing body. She thrust her hips when he started feeling the damp silk of her pantycrotch.
"I have some rubbers," he breathed.
"No rubbers. I'm on the pill." She groaned as he worked a finger under the leg of her panties.
"You really did plan this out in advance, didn't you?"
"Sure. What would you do if you really dug somebody? Wouldn't you want to make everything perfect?" She kissed him before he could answer. They undressed each other with frenzied fingers. When Warren peeled her underwear from the slick plumpness of her mound, Emily trembled and pumped her pussy up towards him. With a moan, he pushed her knees wide and wallowed his mouth into the dripping, pink membranes.
"Nuuuuuuuuhhhh!" she sighed, digging her red nails into the nape of his neck as she worked her open pussy hard against his teeth and chin and tongue.
"Emily . . . Ohhh, Emily baby, you're so good to eat!"
"This is how I wanted it before," she whispered. "You and me alone. I want you to teach me. Teach me everything!"
Warren drove his tongue into the tight vortex of her hole. She clenched her muscles down against the soft penetration. Her flat belly heaved with excitement. Her breasts trembled as she sucked in huge lungfuls of air.
"You're gonna mess up my hairdo."
"We'll buy you another one tomorrow."
"Ohhh Warren, let me kiss you . . . let me kiss your cock!"
He crawled up over her on hands and knees. Emily lay on her back with her head propped up on a pillow. Like a hung horse, her brother waited there as she scooted into position under him. Then he crawled a little more and the head of his cock pulsed hotly against her lips. She wet it slowly, teasingly. The flared head bulged with steaming blood. She bathed the fevered surface with her tongue, taking special care of the plump lobes at the bottom of his tip. Warren made strange sounds and panted like he was climbing a mountain. She caressed his balls gingerly. Now that they were hanging down, Emily could feel the weight of them, the slick way they slid around in that strange, wrinkled sac.
"If you want," she told him, "You can come in my mouth this time and then we can ... "
"Sweet Emily," he gasped, "I want to get into every hole in your body. But I want them all at the same time."
She made an O with her lips and circled the knob of his cockhead. The noise of her sucking was loud. Spit hung from her chin. Warren moaned and moved his hips forward slowly. As she took him inch by inch, Emily told herself not to choke, not to gag. She knew that a person could do anything. It was all in the mind. And sure enough she was surprised when his throbbing cocktip bumped the back of her throat and she hadn't even wanted to retch. Gently he pulled it back out.
"I want to fuck you," he said, voice husky.
"Then fuck me!" She watched him kneel between her thighs. His cock rose and fell as if it might pop any second. Slowly, gracefully, Emily lifted her legs high into the air. Then she spread them apart and pointed her painted toes. Warren let out a breath and lowered himself into the warmth of her embrace. She felt him guide his prick up and down her dripping slit until it was thoroughly covered with her juices. Then he eased it into her pussy and buried the crown. She wiggled her slim hips back and forth with furious excitement as she felt the rigid shaft spearing her inch by ecstatic inch.
She was so hot that she came almost before Warren had completely penetrated her. And she knew that he was close too. She gouged her small heels against the crack of his ass and humped her trim body like a wildcat.
"Sweet, sweet brother," she cooed, feeling his seed bubble inside her.
"Emily..." Warren choked. And then he pushed his tongue into her mouth and the bed jumped with the frenzy of their fucking.