Chapter 1
Jenny gawked at her brother Scott as he ambled into the kitchen to join her and mom and Dad at the breakfast table. All he had on were his white jockey briefs, which tented hugely over his groin. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Can't a guy even sleep late his first day of summer vacation?" Scott said as he pulled his chair away from the table.
"When I was your age-" Dad began to say from behind his newspaper, but his words were cut short by mom's gasp as she looked up from her own section of the newspaper and spotted Scott.
"My Lord!" mom said. "Get back upstairs this minute and get a robe on, young man! How dare you come to my table dressed like that!"
"Aw, Mom, what's the big deal?" Scott said, yawning again.
Dad lowered his paper and frowned. "Not another word! Upstairs, now! How dare you talk back to your mother! And what do you think this is, your school locker-room?"
Jenny couldn't take her eyes off her older brother as he left the kitchen. He was tanned and blond and muscular, and one of the best-looking boys in her high school.
"I don't know what's gotten into that boy lately," mom said, pouring herself some coffee. "I caught him just last week on his way to the bathroom dressed like that. I told him that in this house we wear robes. Now he comes down to breakfast in nothing but-" She flushed deeply and stirred sugar into her coffee.
"Let's give him the benefit of the doubt this time," said Dad. "I think he was still half-asleep. Probably dreamed he put the robe on. There's no excuse for laziness, though. If he thinks he's going to sleep the morning's away this summer and stay up till all hours, he's got another think coming." He glanced at Jenny. "And that goes for you too, young lady."
"Yes sir," Jenny said.
A minute later, Scott came back into the kitchen, his blue bathrobe hanging just past his knees, his feet bare, much of his chest visible. He slid into his chair across the table from Jenny, with Dad to his right and mom to his left. He immediately gulped down his glass of orange juice as if it were water, then reached for the pitcher for a refill.
"We will pray before we eat," said Dad, stopping Scott's hand. "All bow your heads."
Jenny thought the prayer would never end. It was as if her father were trying to get in a week's worth of prayers before this one meal, as if he didn't trust her and Scott to pray before eating while he and mom were out of town, so he wanted to make up for their missed prayers beforehand.
"Take care of these children," Dad intoned, his eyes closed, his head bowed. "Protect them from all harm and temptation while their mother and myself are not here to watch over and guide them during this coming week, while their mother and myself are away at the Bible conference studying your most holy word. Lead them-" Jenny was no longer listening to her father's endless speech. She was too excited imagining a week free of her parents to think about anything else. She and Scott would have the house to themselves for the first time in their lives. Not only that, her parents would be riding to the Bible conference with Reverend Davis and his wife, which meant that Rita and Bobby Davis would be free for the week too. No more parents for a week. Free for a week. It was too good to believe..
Jenny almost jumped as something touched her bare foot under the table. She glanced up and saw Scott peering at her, though he kept his head bowed. She felt a twinge in her guts, and at the same time a pulsation of tingles passed through her crotch. She always felt this way when a boy made a pass at her-both anxious and thrilled. And these feelings were especially intense when Scott made a move on her-something he'd been doing more frequently and more boldly over this last year. He was her own brother, after all, which made his advances that much more wicked and terrible -and exciting.
Scott's hot bare toe touched her foot again, but this time she didn't pull away. She let her bare foot remain planted on the floor as Scott's hot sole covered it. A wave of excitement passed up her leg and she shivered. A wild throbbing began in her loins.
She didn't dare look up. She could sense Scott leering at her as he caressed her foot with his hot toes. His toenails trailed lightly down her instep, sending thrills up her leg. He wiggled his toes against hers and she couldn't help but respond. Their toes entwined and interlocked like fingers. Jenny moved her other foot forward to meet Scott's other foot, and she had to control her breathing as her face flushed with heat and her cunt pounded between her legs. Her tits had swelled and her nipples hardened.
They rubbed their hot bare feet together, toes clutching and caressing and entwining, Scott's foot began to slide up Jenny's leg, moved up under Jenny's robe. Jenny was trembling.
"Amen!" their father spoke loudly, and Scott's foot slid away as they responded: "Amen."
"We're leaving you children unchaperoned this year," Dad said, "because your mother and I both feel we've raised two responsible, Godfearing children whom we can trust." He scraped scrambled eggs onto his plate from the platter.
"There is one thing we haven't told them yet, Dear," mom said.
"I was just about to tell them," Dad said, shooting mom a disturbed look. "Give me a chance, if you please."
"Of course, Dear." Mom sipped her coffee.
"So what's this thing you haven't told us?" said Scott. He took the platter and scraped most of the eggs onto his plate.
"Don't be a hog," Dad said. "Your mother and sister have got to eat too, you know. Put some of those back." He waited until Scott had returned half the eggs to the platter before he resumed speaking. He looked at Jenny. "Jenny, you'll be spending the week over at the Davis's with Rita."
"What?" Scott said, frowning.
Dad looked at him. "You heard me. Don't worry, you won't be here all by yourself. Bobby will be coming over here to spend the week with you."
Scott wrinkled his nose. "But why?"
"Why!" said mom. "The reason is as plain as day, and you know it. Now eat your eggs before they get cold."
Scott kept frowning, glancing at Jenny, then back at his father.
"Do as your mother tells you," Dad said. "And two more things: Jenny, you're to pack up whatever you need for the week, because I don't want you coming to this house for any reason. Do you understand?"
"But I live here!" Jenny said.
"Not while we're gone, you don't," mom snapped.
"Do you understand?" Dad repeated.
"Yes sir," Jenny said.
"And Scott," said Dad. "I'll be taking the car keys along, so don't ransack the house looking for them."
"You mean I can't use the car?" Scott said. "It's just going to sit there in the garage all week?"
"It's not that we don't trust you," Dad said. "But we do have our responsibilities as parents."
"What would you need the car for anyway?" said mom. "If you and Bobby can't entertain each other without having a car to run around in, then neither of you have any imagination."
"Crap!" Scott said.
"I will not have cursing in this house!" Dad nearly shouted. "Scott, this is the second time this morning you've talked back to your mother. And such foul language! You will go up to the bathroom and wash out your mouth with soap and water. You will then get dressed and go out to cut the lawn. Is that clear?"
"Yeah," Scott said. He dropped his fork and pushed away from the table. Then he swaggered out of the kitchen.
"I don't know what's come over him lately," mom said.
"It's the bad influence of that public school," Dad said. "This is what happens when there's no prayer in the classroom."
As Dad went into a diatribe about public schools, a speech Jenny knew from memory, Jenny munched on her eggs and toast and thought about Scott's muscular calves, about his hot bare feet against her own, about that tent in his underwear. She squeezed her legs together. Her cunt still throbbed from playing footsie with her brother. Her brother's foot had been moving up under her robe when he'd been forced to abruptly pull it away. Would he have dared to shove his foot between her legs? she wondered, rhythmically working her thighs against each other. Was it true, what Rita had told her, that Scott wanted to fuck her?
It couldn't be! They were brother and sister! It was bad enough for boys and girls to fuck without being married! But for a brother and sister to fuck would be ten times worse!
"Boys are like that," Rita had said. "They always want to do what's the worst. Bobby's been trying to get his over-grown prick inside me for a few years now. And sometimes I get so hot, I almost let him do it! You oughta see his prick. I almost come just looking at it. You never saw anything so big and hot and sexy-looking in your life!"
Rita wouldn't believe that Jenny had never seen Scott's or any other boy's prick. Boys had shown Rita their pricks, but Rita had always run away after taking a good look. Jenny had never let a boy show her his prick. She was afraid of being raped on the spot. She'd seen drawings of pricks in sex-education books, but never the real thing. Thank God her parents or Rita's parents didn't know about those sex-education books in the public library! They'd start picketing and book burnings if they did.
Jenny felt slick juice between her cuntlips. The juice was like hot oil. Her cuntlips were all puffed up and throbbing. She could hardly stand the hot itch between them. She needed to reach inside her robe and jerk her pussy off, something she did every morning when she woke up, but which she hadn't gotten the chance to do this morning because of her mother's earlier- than-usual call to breakfast. And seeing her nearly naked brother march into the kitchen with his hard prick tenting his underwear had really got her cunt throbbing. And then that footsie-playing. It was too much! She had to get upstairs and relieve herself.
"May I be excused?" Jenny said.
"You must learn not to bolt your food," mom said. "Sometimes you're almost as bad as your brother."
"Yes Ma'am," Jenny said. "May I be excused?"
"You may. But after you've dressed, I could use some help with the breakfast dishes."
"Yes Ma'am." As Jenny left the kitchen, she heard her father raving about the filthy TV programs he was forced to watch every evening. Jenny knew that diatribe by heart as well.
At the top of the stairs, Jenny paused. Scott had just stepped out of his bedroom and turned down the hall toward the bathroom at the other end. He was in his underwear briefs, and Jenny caught a glimpse of his tentlike bulge before he turned away. Just before he entered the bathroom, he bent over and slipped off his underwear. He hadn't a stitch on. His asscheeks resembled white melons in contrast to the bronze of the rest of his body. Before he straightened up, Jenny glimpsed a fleshy sac dangling between his legs. His balls! Just like Rita's descriptions and the descriptions Jenny had read in the sex-education books. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Jenny had to hold onto the banister to keep her balance. She was trembling hard. She'd seen her brother naked! She'd seen his ass-and his balls! She really hadn't meant to. It was just coincidence that Scott had stepped out of his bedroom at that moment. And she hadn't expected him to strip off his underwear before entering the bathroom. It wasn't her fault she'd got an eyeful.
She forced herself up the last few steps, her legs rubbery, her heart pounding as if she'd sprinted up five flights. Her face felt hot, and the heat seemed to flow and spread throughout her entire body. She tiptoed to her room, which was the bedroom nearest the bathroom. As she stepped inside, she heard Scott mumbling to himself behind the closed bathroom door. She shut her bedroom door and pressed her back up against it, her breathing loud as her chest heaved.
The first thing she did was peel off her panties, which was all she was wearing under her robe. The crotch of her panties was warm and moist. The scent of her hot cunt came to her nostrils. Feeling wicked, she pressed the panties to her nose and inhaled. The sweet, musky smell thrilled her. She shoved her hand under her robe and squeezed her cunt. Hot juice trickled out, slippery like melted butter.
Beat off! she thought. Jerk off! Thinking words like this turned her on more. She'd learned the dirty words from Rita. She wished Rita were here so they could jerk each other off while Rita talked about boys' pricks. Then she'd tell Rita about how she'd seen Scott naked, about how she'd seen his ass and balls-about how she'd seen the tent in his underwear earlier. They'd both get so turned on that they'd come three times- at least-maybe more.
She had her hand on the door knob, her fingers on the lock, the middle finger of her other hand between her pussylips and ready to slip inside her cunt. She began to turn the lock, but stopped. She realized that Scott was in the bathroom stark naked. By taking a peek through the keyhole she might get a look at his prick. She'd never dared even imagine doing anything so forbidden before, but today her imagination had no scruples. She could hardly believe she was doing it, but she found herself suddenly opening her door instead of locking it, and slipping out into the hall.
From downstairs came the relentless monologue of her father. Once he got going, which was at least once a day, he wouldn't shut up until he'd delivered a dozen scathing speeches about the godless sinners trying to take over the world. There was no chance of him or mom coming upstairs until he was finished, so Jenny had no worry of being caught by either of her parents. She sank to her knees in front of the bathroom door, praying that Scott wouldn't open it at that moment. She pressed her eye to the keyhole, her heart pounding so loud in her skull that she could just barely hear the drone of her father's voice downstairs.
At first, she saw nothing. The sight before her was so shocking that for several seconds her mind blocked it out. Then the sight of him registered in her mind, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
He was standing in front of the floor-length wall mirror, his eyes intent on his reflection, his loins thrust, forward, his arm jerking. All the muscles of his body gleamed, tense and rippling. His hand slid up and down his prick, which looked as big as a billy club - much larger than Jenny had ever imagined a prick could be.
"Man!" he breathed, loud enough that Jenny could hear him. "Mmn, fuck!"
Jenny braced one hand on the door frame to keep herself from toppling over. Heat rushed through her face and her eyes teared, blurring her vision temporarily. Pushing her right hand inside her robe, she rammed her middle finger up her cunt and began to piston it. Hot juice dribbled down her thighs, as if her pistoning finger had burst a small balloon inside her, filled with hot melted butter.
"Come on, bitch, move that ass!" Scott growled. He humped at his sliding fist, ramming his big cock in his clutching grip. His prick gleamed, greasy with some kind of lubricant. His cockhead shined like a waxed and buffed apple. A thick clear fluid oozed from the end of it and dripped on the floor.
Jenny smelled baby oil and male sweat. The odor poured through the keyhole at her. She could hear the lubricious, squishing sound of Scott's greased hand pumping at his cock. She twisted her finger in her cunt as she finger-fucked herself and caused a similar sound to come from her juicy crotch. Her loins throbbed, tight with sensation. She breathed deeply, thrusting her young tits upward under her robe.
Scott ran his free hand over his belly muscles, rippling his fingers over them. He'd apparently oiled not only his cock, but his belly as well. He caressed and kneaded his abdomen with his fingers, rubbed hard circles all over his lower belly with his palm. He ran his hand down under his oiled balls, squeezing and rubbing them. His other hand jerked up and down relentlessly and he squirmed, moaning and mumbling.
"What tits you got, bitch! What an ass! I'm gonna blow your fucking head off, bitch! I'm gonna blow your fucking guts out!"
Jenny swore that her brother must be possessed. She'd heard him say cuss words occasionally, but she'd never heard words like this pour out of his mouth. It scared her to hear him growling such filth. But as much as it scared her, it also excited her.
Jerk off! Jenny said silently to her brother. Jerk that big prick off!
Her excitement surged. The feelings in her body nearly had her whimpering. Here she was, watching her naked brother jerk off, watching him pump on his big hard prick while she kneeled just a few feet away, jerking off her own pussy. It was just as Rita had described the way boys jerked off. Rita had watched more than one boy do it for her, and she was forever retelling Jenny about it.
"They jerk on it like they're milking a cow," Rita had said. "And when the cream shoots out, they look like they're gonna die. You can smell their cum."
Scott moved closer to the mirror. He rubbed his prickhead against the glass, smearing baby oil and fucklube on the polished surface. Suddenly, he let go of his cock and pressed himself against the glass, humping at it, mashing his balls to it and working his cock up and down between the glass and his oiled belly.
"Yeahhhh!" he moaned. "Yeahhhh, yeahhh! I'm fucking you crazy, bitch! I'm making you feel almost as good as me!" He ground himself against the mirror, as if trying to embrace it. Then he stepped back, resuming his hard meat-pounding. The veins on his cock stood out like bloated snakes as he jerked his tight fist up and down.
Jenny could hardly control herself. She fought an urge to rub herself against the door in the same way Scott had rubbed himself against the mirror. She was sure she knew what he was feeling. Her entire body prickled with excitement. She needed to rub herself against something-anything. She jerked and twisted her hand, aware that she'd forced two more fingers inside herself. The added stretch to her cunt increased her pleasure, but she longed to penetrate herself much deeper. She gazed at her brother's cock, salivating for it, almost groaning out loud for it as she thought of it filling her cunt.
Scott wriggled, gasped, almost dancing, almost falling over. His toes curled against the tiled floor. He tossed his head in delirious circles. He moaned loudly and shot his white cream against the mirror.
Jenny smelled his jism instantly. She heard it splash against the glass. She watched in a daze as her brother shivered and spurted, as the white cream shot in jets from his cock and splatted in gobs and strands all over the mirror. Rita was right, he looked like he was dying-dying with pleasure.
"Oh Scott!" Jenny whispered under her breath. She tingled from scalp to toes. Her nipples felt as if they would split open. She rammed her fingers in savagely, trying to shove her entire hand up her cunt. The millions of nerves in her swollen pussy discharged their sexual current simultaneously and Jenny saw stars. Her eyes rolled back and she writhed in ecstasy.
Her orgasmic pleasure came in waves, making her body shudder and convulse. Her cunt squeezed hard at her grinding fingers and hot juice oozed freely from her seething female fuckhole. Trickles of pleasure-juice slid down the insides of her thighs. She felt electric currents streaming through her asshole and cunt, then branching off and streaming to all parts of her teenage body.
Scott pumped his hand slower as his load oozed rather than spurted. He squeezed his balls and milked his softening cock. Thick drops of white cum splatted on the floor, and he smeared them on the tile with his toes.
"Shit!" he mumbled. "What a fucking mess!"
He used half a roll of toilet paper to wipe his cum off the mirror. Then he went into the cabinet under the sink for the Windex and paper towels. Jenny watched him polish the mirror, watched his muscles flex, took in every inch of his naked body. His cock, still gleaming with baby oil, hung like a big sausage, its shaft curled over his fat balls, its meaty cockhead pulling it downward. Jenny salivated again and realized she wanted to suck on the big fuck-sausage.
Scott flushed the tissue paper down the toilet and threw the paper towels in the waste basket. Jenny watched him climb into the tub and pull the shower curtain. She remained peering through the keyhole a few more seconds, then slipped into her bedroom.
A few minutes later, she heard the water stop running and the bathroom door open. After she'd heard Scott's bedroom door close, she slipped into the bathroom, her heart slamming. She crouched and quickly found what she was looking for-several drops of cum on the tile floor.
She sniffed like a cat, getting high on the scent of her brother's cum. She dipped her fingers in it and found it sticky. Sure she was damning herself forever, but not caring, she rubbed the sticky fluid on her nipples, rubbed more between her cuntlips. She reached back, inside her robe, and rubbed cum on her asshole. At last, she shoved her wet fingers in her mouth and tasted her brother's fuckcream. Bittersweet, peppery. Her tongue tingled.
As she slipped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, dizzy and weak from all she'd dared to do, she heard her father still harping downstairs, undoubtedly about the immorality of sex, the basic theme of all his speeches. She felt wicked, guilty-but strangely happy.