Chapter 10

Penny went to Peter's room around midnight. She crept down the hallway past the master bedroom and tapped a fingernail on his door. She wore only her yellow robe. She had drawn back her long hair into a temporary ponytail. Peter opened his door. He was naked except for white briefs. His cock impressively filled the pouch. He didn't have an erection. He Jet her in. He closed the door. He followed her to his rumpled bed. He said softly, "How did it go with you and Lars? Gimme the facts, ma'am."

Peter knew the plan had worked. Penny had given him a thumbs-up sign earlier when he had returned with Mae from the hobby shop. But he didn't know exactly what had happened. Penny jumped onto his bed and folded her legs under her in the lotus position. Her robe happened to be wide open below the waist but she didn't bother with it. Her eyes sparkled dark brown in the dim light from the gooseneck desk study lamp. "It was a snap! ,He's a fish...a real man!" She laughed softly.

Peter took a similar cross-legged position facing her on the bed. "Hooked, huh?"

"I jacked him off in the tub!" Penny giggled and leaned her head close to Peter's inclined head. She whispered what had happened, in great detail. Lars would not have been flattered. "I've got him so interested now in dumb, curious me, that if I mention one of my dates wanted to go down on me, he'll offer to show me what it's like for 'educational' purposes."

Peter grinned and rubbed his hands together. "That's it! Good-bye, Lars! We wait for the right time..."

"He's not such a bad guy, really."

"He goes! We can find a lot of nice guys for Mom, if we need to. Later. The master plan says Lars is expendable."

"What is the master plan? We're going to get even with Mom for driving Dad away, and for being a hypocritical bitch...Is there more?"

Peter smiled evilly. "Could be. I think we can carry it as far as we want."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't think I want to tell you. You aren't ready for it yet."

"Huh!" Penny began to get mad.

"Take it easy! When you're as deep in this as I am...then we'll decide. Okay?"

"Listen, I want to make her suffer as much as you do!"

"So, driving Lars away and having fun with him in the process that's hurting her. That's going to make her suffer."

Penny knitted her brow. "But " Somehow, Peter had taken over. It had been her idea originally to punish Mae. Now Peter was planning every move and giving orders.

Peter grinned. "Hey, let's forget Mom and Lars for a while. I think I want to drive you out of your skull with some hot tongue in a certain hot groove."

Penny got a shivery memory of what he had done to her that afternoon. She saw that the pouch of his white briefs, already full of his big soft cock, was now bowing out even more, as the "beast" in there began to grow. Penny said, "I think you'd like some plain and imagine sucking, too."

"Sure. But I eat first, sister." Peter leaned forward a bit more and planted his mouth on hers.

Penny loved Peter's kisses. His lips turned on switches all through her body. She didn't know why. When his tongue flicked into her mouth a small shock of excitement burned in her pussy. She tongued back and her hands went for his cock. She closed her eyes and work by feel.

Peter loosened her sash and opened her robe all the way as they tongue-kissed. His arms worked outside her arms as she burrowed her fingers into his taut pouch. He put both hands on her fully packed young breasts. Her hot nipples popped out against his moving palms. Penny got a little dizzy with pure lust. There was the added excitement of danger, too. If they made too much noise...and if Mae came to peek in...

Penny got both hands into his pouch and dragged his half-hard cock out of its bent position and up along his lean belly. Penny had only hours before grasped Lars' big cock, and now she held her brother's. She pulled her open mouth free of his lips and tongue. "God...what a double handful!" There was no comparison. Maybe Lars' cock was a bit bigger around, but Peter's was so much longer! And someday...maybe sooner than they both realized, the way things were going...she was going to get fucked by all this hard meat!

Penny shivered and squeezed the long, swelling, hardening monster in her hands. She pulled it free of his briefs. The glans was a purplish-red plum, with a single slit eye staring up at her. Peter claimed her soft, sweet, hot mouth again. His tongue made her mind reel. She held his cock with both hands, in a baseball-bat grip, and pulled up and pressed down...His hands were squeezing her warm breasts...squeezing...squeezing...She had to tear her mouth free again, for air.

She forgot about his plan to go down on her. She wanted to suck him! Penny gasped, "Let me " She tried to lower her head at his cock. She had to let go, to change her grip. She wriggled backward to get room to bend forward.

Peter let her. He smiled the smile of a master. He had his sister hungry for his huge cock.

And he was working on his mother! Peter sat like Buddha and watched Penny lower her head and start sucking. Her hot mouth and avid tongue enclosed his glans. The warmth of her clinging mouth inched lower, taking more and more of his cock. Peter rested his hands on her head and played with her ponytail as she began bobbing her head. He felt like a king! He ran his hands down her thin neck, under her loose robe to her back, around onto her shoulders and back to her head. Her joggling breasts barely touched his knees.

Peter let his mind wander as Penny sucked. He thought about his mother. He reran in his mind the sucking scene he and Penny had watched. He admired Lars. That was why Lars had to go! A rival. A strong rival for the women. Peter marveled at his thoughts. Far out!

Penny sucked gluttonously. She loved the feel of her brother's cock in her mouth. It was so big! So sensuous...doing it. Her hands held it and pumped it and caressed it and dipped down into his crotch to fondle his balls as her mouth continued to sweep down hot and wet, with her agile tongue lashing and sliding to the back of her quivering throat, before rising reluctantly.

Penny thought about sucking Lars. Did she want to? Even to see what it would be like? No. No. Peter's cock was the living end. Nothing could match it. Nothing could match him. He was her twin! They had shared the same womb. They shared a closeness that was special.

Peter caressed her upper back. She had a super tan. She really spent time in the sun. He traced the narrow white strip that was left by her bikini top. He felt the sweet tension of coming begin to coil in his guts. Christ, could Penny suck! Could other girls suck like this? Could Mae? He said in a tense whisper, "Keep that up and you're going to get a mouthful!"

Penny heard. She enclosed his shaft in her reverent hands and stroked it lovingly. She waited for the first gush of his semen with an eagerness that shook her. His cock took on an electric feel in her clinging, moving mouth and in her grip. She heard his quick, panting breathing. The leap of his cock still surprised her. She whimpered with joy as he spurted her mouth full and his body vibrated with pleasure.

Peter pressed his chin to his chest. His lips drew away from his clenched teeth. He tried desperately to contain his panting groans. His brains, his guts, his fucking soul! felt like they were shooting out of his cock into his sister's wild, insatiable mouth. Jesus Christ! Peter abruptly pushed her head away.

She struggled to retain his cock, then let it slip from her dripping lips. Penny stayed in her supine, rump-high, abject position as she rested her head, face down between his wide-angled thighs, and swallowed the semen in her mouth.

Peter relaxed. His back curved. He touched her hair. "Only super-supreme. You can't get much better at that."

Penny lifted her head. She smiled. "Yes, I can. If I get in enough practice."

"I'll give you plenty. Let's keep it in the family."

"Okay by me." Penny rolled over onto her back. She freed her arms of her robe and lay naked, her long, slender adolescent's legs open, her swollen young breasts surging with her quick, deep breathing.

Peter smiled fondly down at her. He trailed a finger into the sparse puff of her pubic hair. He let his fingertip run the length of her pink-lipped slit. He pressed gently and an ooze of slippery juice coated his fingertip. Penny made a small wanting sound. Her big, lovely eyes appealed to him.

Peter took time to get off his briefs. He liked being naked. His cock didn't like confinement. He wordlessly pulled Penny's knees up and gestured for her to keep them wide open. Peter didn't waste any time. She was ready! He got down on his belly and planted his mouth on her slightly open pussy lips.

Penny moaned when he licked inside. He stopped and said, "Keep quiet."

"It feels so good!" She nodded. "I will."

He kissed his lips to her hot wet vulva again and sent his tongue delving into the juicy slit. He found her hard clit, a tiny rigidity of flesh in a soft little valley. He flicked his tongue over it, then settled into the long, licking strokes he had used the first time.

Penny trembled. A minute later she stifled a quavery moan. "Oh, Peter...oh...oh, God!" Her entire body shook.

He was astonished. Already? She must have really been worked up just from sucking him, and a few hot kisses. He switched experimentally to fluttering his tongue over her clit.

She pressed a fist to her mouth. Her belly sucked in and out. Her nipples were violently puffed, vividly pink. She panted like a winded dog. Her eyes were tight shut, her face set in an agonized frown. A whimpering moan escaped her.

Peter was amused at her intense pleasure. And pleased. He toyed with her clitoris with his tongue. Penny wanted to howl, it felt so good! She grabbed a handful of blanket and stuffed it into her mouth. She bit the wadded, fuzzy wool and moaned into it. Her cunt was like a sweet, golden furnace. Peter's tongue was fantastic! It was so good! So good! She was climaxing again! Penny shuddered. Her face, neck and upper part of her breasts were mottled pink and white. Peter listened to her keening, muffled moans of ecstasy, and was a bit envious. But he figured the more pleasure Penny got from him, the more she would love him and be willing to obey him. Her ecstasy meant power over her. He licked furiously.

Penny whipped her gaping slit against his mouth and face. She was beside herself! The pleasure seemed to be a hot, golden, breathless tide that came and went, crashing through her loins and breasts and mind! She felt herself going under, fading out...She pushed Peter's head away with trembling hands. "Too much...oh, God, Peter...just too strong."

He sat up, grinning. He brushed his hair away from his eyes. "I've got you now your secret is in my possession."

Penny lay limp, the blanket wet from her clenching mouth, her hands open at her sides. Her eyes were half lidded, calm and happy. Her lips quirked. "Use my secret anytime."

"I probably will." Peter dropped a hand on her right breast and idly traced its proud contours. He said reflectively, "I have plans for tomorrow."

"What?" Penny lovingly closed her smaller hand over his on her breast. -

He smiled and gently pinched her nipple. It swelled between his fingers. Penny arched her back slightly in response. Peter said, "I'm going to be sick again in the morning. Mother is going to jump through another hoop."

"What are you going to make her do?"

He smiled and glanced down at Penny's lush mouth. "I'll tell you tomorrow after school, if it works out."

Penny made a face. "I hate waiting." She began subtly guiding Peter's hand as it moved on her breast.

He noted her action. "You want to go to bed or try something with me?" Instantly, he regretted that phrasing. He shouldn't have asked her he should have made it a command! It took practice to be a masterful person. It took a conscious effort to change. But he had known what Penny's answer would be. It had been a safe question.

She moaned softly as his hand squeezed her resilient flesh. "I'll try anything with you, brother mine." Her deep amber eyes had changed from reflecting soft satisfaction to smoldering, reawakened lust.

"Want to try sixty-nine?" No he should have told her they would do it!

"Sure..." Her eyes sparkled. "How do we go about it?"

He had given it a bit of thought. He wanted to fuck down into her mouth. That appealed to him immensely. Peter said, "Me on top." He didn't wait for agreement. He turned on the bed, on hands and knees, and straddled her head. He was over her on elbows and knees. He was looking directly down at Penny's open crotch. He felt her grasp his cock with eager, gentle hands. He peered upside down between their bodies.

Penny saw his head dip and met his gaze. She rubbed the big glans of his cock against her left cheek. His cock hung down stiffly a long way from his loins. His balls hung tight in their sac. Penny used her free hand to caress the inside of his lean, muscular thighs which were like tanned columns of muscle and bone planted on each side of her head. His loins and hips loomed over her. She was a prisoner. She smiled and licked out her tongue and took a drop of slippery secretion from the opening in his glans. "I like this."

"We haven't done it yet."

"I like being under you like this..."

Peter wondered, Like mother like daughter?

He smiled. Still peering under his body, he said, "Start sucking."

Penny opened her mouth wide and turned her head sideways to meet the heavy glans that throbbed against her left cheek. She took it in and turned her head back till she faced his crotch straight on, and as she turned her head, his cock was sunk deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was full of his warmth and tension. She stroked her agile tongue along the sensitive underside where the pleasure nerves were tightly clustered. She used both hands in the living temple in which her head lay, to caress his balls and draw her fingertips down the thick length of his shaft.

Peter loved her reverent touching and behavior-her worship! He looked down at her inviting pussy as she sucked and touched and tongued, and he lowered his head to the warm V of her crotch and pressed his mouth to her clit. Peter drove his tongue into her wet pussy lips and tasted her juices. There was a kind of tang to her, an exciting musk, a female aroma and taste of genitals.

He closed his eyes and tongue stabbed to find her clitoris. There the little nail head of stiff tissue in its bath of juices, half hidden in its small crevasse of pink, soft flesh. He flipped his tongue tip over her clit and in turn she yearned upward with her mouth and sucked a greater length of his cock.

Peter was comfortable in his crouched position over his twin sister, and Penny was at ease under him, sucking him, unafraid of the mass of hips over her, so close, and not afraid of the massive column of throbbing gristle and tissue that extended down and down into her mouth. She sucked the end of that huge cock and moaned softly as her twin brother delved in her hot pussy with his active tongue.

Peter loved the situation. This position of mastery. He began to immerse himself in the sensual interaction of licking-sucking. Penny moaned against the tender, open pussy to which he pressed his lips and into which he trilled his tongue. He began to push his cock down into Penny's mouth with short coital thrusts. The movement was only half conscious. He rode his face with Penny's undulating pussy and followed her elusive clit with his fluttering, roving tongue.

Brother and sister were one with each other. They gradually lost awareness of the bedroom. All that existed were their bodies. They existed in a warm, oral universe.

Gradually, Peter lost conscious control of his body. As his lust and intermingled pleasure grew more intense, he fucked his sister's hot, sweet mouth more and more violently, and as he did so, he pressed his mouth tighter and tighter to her flushed, juicy vulva. His tongue rippled over her hard clitoris, his lips and jaws worked as if he were sucking juice and pulp from a large, peeled orange.

Penny was in the same state of unthinking involvement and pleasure. She swam in a sea of hot, quivering sensation. Her mouth and tongue as much as her glowing loins provided her with the sexual rapture that controlled her. She gloried in the thick cock that thrust down into her gorged mouth and butted into the tight, spasming area of palate and throat.

She blindly clasped the monster shaft with both hands and pumped it as it plunged up and down between her wide-open lips, as it slid down over the wickedly moving length of her tongue. She moved sinuously against his clinging, possessive mouth and his wonderful tongue. Her nostrils flared continuously to feed her hungry lungs.

Penny came first...a long golden wave of ecstasy broke in her loins and drove her to suck and pump his cock with incredible fervor. She moaned and sucked and gasped and sucked and sucked and sucked!

Peter lapped her gaping, jerking slit with total dedication. He was lost in the act of giving pleasure. Her tiny spike of a clitoris was his center. He was determined to lick it down, to wear it away with his tongue! And his cock was swollen to its greatest size! It pulsed with pre-orgasmic tension. A great hot fist was closing in his guts. The sweet mouth that sucked it was somehow his mouth as he feverishly licked and tongued the flushed cunt that was so open to his mouth. Peter went wild as his climax shook him. His hands burrowed under her thighs and gripped tight. He rubbed his face into her. He tongued ferociously. He panted and gasped as his lungs burned for air.

Penny's throat convulsed as gushes of semen poured from the massive cock that pounded in her welcoming mouth. She gagged and swallowed and lashed her tongue in the creamy welter as the battering cock drove her head down into the bedding. Her hands clung to the pulsing shaft and pumped religiously, urging more throat-bruising plunges. Until, finally, the thick glans was only slightly moving in her loving mouth, and there was no more salty, creamy syrup erupting from it, and the pounding roof of her living temple was still. The flexing columns of his enclosing thighs also stilled.

Peter slowly became aware of himself again. He continued licking the tense clitoris under his tongue...and knew Penny's mouth was continuing to suck his shrinking, deadening cock. He lifted his head from the warm, comfortable nest of her open crotch. He looked around the room, amazed that it was unchanged. He pulled his cock from Penny's clinging lips and swung his body to the side off her. They lay silent, breathing deeply.

Penny whispered, "I don't want to do anything but sleep, now."

"Not in my bed you don't. At least, not yet."

She lifted her head. "OH?"

Peter grinned. "Sixty-nine is fantastic, isn't it?"

Penny didn't try to pursue his "not yet" comment. She sensed he wouldn't explain it. She nodded. "I lose myself in it. It's everything I dig all in one bag."

Peter smiled and touched his scrotum. "This bag?"

Penny licked her lips. Inexplicably, she flushed. She sat up and put on her yellow robe. "I'd better get some sleep. School for me tomorrow."

"But not for me." Peter smiled evilly and let his mind dwell on his mother.