Chapter 1

"Are you absolutely positive your parents aren't home?" the tall athletic boy mumbled as he licked the nape of the girl's smooth, moist neck.

She was two, perhaps three years older than him. Almost eighteen. Her long ash blonde hair hung straight down over the tight T-shirt that covered her well-developed upturned tits. The day was sticky, stuffy and still. She writhed out of his grasp and ran to the swinging door.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she said, pushing the thing open and revealing a neatly-kept early American dining room.

"Lady," he said grinning and leaning against the sink, "I'm only the delivery boy, I don't run around people's houses checking for occupants."

"Then, you'll just have to trust me," she said, walking back slowly toward him. "Do I look like I can be trusted?"

Fifteen year old Murray Amos knew when he was being teased. And this broad was certainly doing a good job. He looked again at her willowy legs, those long shapely limbs, just beginning to show the tiniest layer of muscle against the bone. The golden tanned color went from her sandals all the way to her shorts and disappeared up under them. He wondered if she must have been sunbathing in the nude to get such an all-over tan. She was a honey all right. He would have traded in his ten speed bike and all the groceries he'd ever delivered just to get a little look up inside those tight short shorts.

"I don't know," Murray lied through his teeth. "Let me see the back of your neck again."

"Why, didn't I wash good there last time?" she scratched one calf with her sandaled foot and stared back at him.

God, this girl was an insatiable tease. She just never got enough.

"You tease all the boys like this?" Murray said, feeling his face grow flush as she pranced toward him sticking those luscious tight tits out first.

"I don't know all the boys," she said sticking the two hard knocker tips right into his grocery apron.

He pulled her head down to his shoulder and began licking the back of her neck again. It was the sweetest spot on earth. He wasn't sure just why he liked doing it. He remembered seeing it in a movie once. But he was in to it all right. He wasn't just playing Hollywood.

"Bite it a little bit, why don't you?" the girl said back to him in a high-pitched demanding voice. It felt good to give him orders.

Jill loved bossing this kid around. He had been delivering groceries to her house for over a year. Since he had the job at Tillson's Market. They had met a few times in the kitchen, when her parents weren't home, like today. They had also met in the basement when they were home. And sometimes in the old tree house in the vacant lot next door. And each time, she had really gotten off on the teasing. It made their sex the best she had experienced since she began fucking about six years ago.

"I start biting and you'll want me to draw blood," Murray said, feeling his own blood rise a little causing his delivery boy apron to flap out a little bit. At least he was covered for the time being. She wouldn't see the bulge right away and start that merciless teasing stuff about it the way she always did.

"I'm playing with a vampire," Jill said, running her own smooth fingernails along the nape of his neck and letting them slowly dig into his flesh a little.

"Ouch," he said, pulling away a moment.

"You love it," she said, pressing her tits against his chest hard.

Then she started doing something that drove Murray absolutely wild. She spread her legs a little and bent her knees, sliding herself down along his body, pressing her tits tightly into him. Then she rose back up very slowly, grinding her whole body into his for a second, then just the tips of her hard little tits.

"God, you're gonna get me hard, Lady, so you better be prepared to deal with the consequences," Murray said, settling back into the kitchen counter and letting her play with him as she liked.

"Talk, talk, talk," she cooed, blinking her big green eyes at him and pulling the string tie loose from around his collar.

"Thanks," he said, annoyed at her constant picking and pulling at his clothes, but loving the grinding he was getting at that moment. A full hip grind from her hips to his groin. like Siamese twins doing a hula in counterpoint.

"You bring a cucumber or is it just zucchini this week?" she said, bringing herself to a stand still and eyeing the grocery boxes on the table.

"Both, you horny little lynx," Murray said, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. It certainly had gotten warm in there the last few minutes. Hotter than the June day itself.

"Lemme see," she said, pulling a kitchen chair out and sitting down in it. She sat still a moment and then remembered that she had forgotten to spread her legs.

He fumbled around in one of the bags and pulled out a fat, ripe cucumber. He could hardly wait to watch her do her thing with it. From the look on her face, and the tiny drops of spittle on either side of her mouth, it was clear he wasn't going to be disappointed.

"Pull them down, will you?" she said, standing up and indicating the straps under her T-shirt.

"Can't you just pull that thing over your tits?" he said, half wanting to keep their actions covert and covered, half wanting to rip the clothes off her and fuck her on the linoleum.

"My way, Buddy," she said, shoving her puckering little smart mouth right up to his nose, "or little lady don't play at all."

Pulling Jill's bra straps down under her T-shirt and trying to cop a feel from the top down were two agonizing tasks Murray would rather not have to perform. But since there was always the chance the two of them might be caught in the act, he had to play it very safe. If someone should stroll in and find them fully dressed playing around, that was explainable, but on the other hand, if they should be caught bare-assed, there would be no way out.

"Okay," Murray let out reluctantly, "your way." How he wished to hell he had a driver's license, a trip away would have done them both so much good. But no luck. A fifteen year old kid sure had it rough when it came to getting a little. Murray got to feeling sometimes like maybe he wasn't supposed to be getting any or something.

"Watch your elbows," Jill said as he reached up and plunged his hands down the neck of her T-shirt toward her tight-cupped upturned tits.

He slipped the straps off her shoulders with relative ease and began prowling around the loose bra material with his finger tips.

"Don't squeeze, remember," Jill said, aiming one sharp knee cap for Murray's crotch. She loved to jostle him a little there while he was trying to concentrate on getting both hands around her breasts. Gave him a little trouble. Good for him once in a while.

Murray felt the pliant little pancakes under his hands. They felt like someplace he'd like to crawl right into and curl up. He took her two rubbery little nipples between his fingers and massaged them hard. But not too hard. He knew she wouldn't stand for it.

"Okay," she whispered, working her knee around and up either side of his growing groin, "get them really hard, why don't you?"

It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or if she really wanted some heavy action. It was always hard to tell with her. She just never stopped teasing.

Jill could feel the boy's inexperienced hands eagerly grasping the nubs of her nipples and the connection between them and her crotch was ignited. She felt a little charge of electricity bouncing back and forth between the two poles. God, it felt so good. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Eat my neck," she ordered, wondering how hot he had gotteri so far.

Murray stuck his tongue out obediently and began slurping and licking the girl's smooth, lithe neck. She tasted a little salty and a lot sweet. It was funny, but he felt just like a family pet standing here lapping her up. The feeling brought his curled up schlong to a right angle.

"God, you're getting hard," Jill said as she probed her knee around like a Geiger counter checking for radioactivity.

"What did you expect?" Murray said, forgetting himself a moment and allowing the excitement to bring his voice up an octave. It was embarrassing to hear himself like that. A pathetic reminder that his voice was still going through its final phases of changing. "I ain't made out of play dough."

"Your balls are getting hard, too," she said, giggling a little and sliding her hands down to play them in accompaniment to her knee.

Murray felt that indeed his balls were turning into baseballs. He felt his prick slamming against the fly of his jeans, so hard it made the apron stick out more and more.

"Take it out," he pleaded with her, sticking his tongue hard into her ear. His hands pawed and played little rhythms on her smooth hard mounds.

"No way, Baby," she shot back at him, shaking her head and letting the flow of hair cascade into her eyes. "Don't want nobody to catch us in the act, you know we gotta be careful."

"Then let me at least watch you and play with myself a little, God I can't take it another second. You're teasing the daylights out of me." Murray heard his voice squeak a little on the last few words. He blinked and felt a little rush of redness envelope his face.

"Gimme a vegetable," Jill said nonchalantly as a fry cook about to peel one and throw it in the large pot, "a big one." Murray grabbed a hold of the counter and helped himself to the table. It wasn't easy with that throbbing cock flailing his zipper, but he made it. His whole body was beginning to feel like an erection.

"Here," he said, pulling out a very long, very thick cucumber. "It's already been waxed."

"And now it's gonna get greased, too," Jill said taking a hold of the whopper and sitting down on the table.

She spread her legs out hard and wide and Murray could see she couldn't possibly be wearing any panties under those shorts. They were the length of a brief bathing suit around the thighs. He could see a few rococo curls of dark blonde hair entwining themselves and sticking out the legs of her shorts. What a view!

Jill loved to show off in front of him. She knew she could make his mouth water just by sucking on that damn cucumber, let alone masturbate herself with it, which is about what she was to do.

"Keep an eye on the door, will you Junior?" she winced a moment and stopped what she was doing. She knew she had said the wrong thing.

"Fuck you!" came the hurt, crushed pubescent voice back to her. "I really don't like that name, ya know."

"I'm sorry," she winked back at him, "I forgot." She brought one knee up toward her tit and let the foot rest flat on the table. "You are going to watch, aren't you?"

Murray stayed right where he was and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe," he said looking like an evil statue.

"You will," she said back, grinning to herself and toying with the cucumber, "sit down."

Murray, feeling like a petulant kid, pulled the kitchen chair out and sat down hard. The bitch was really getting under his skin. She loved to needle him.

Jill slid the cucumber up and down along her inner thighs, keeping one eye on Murray. She wanted to be sure he was giving her his total attention.

He was. He just didn't want to show it. The way she was playing with that thing really turned him on. Made him so rock hard, he might just bust his denims. That would show her.

"Watch," she purred to him as the elongated end of the cucumber slid in and out the leg of her shorts. "Now unzip me," she commanded, sounding just like a fucking princess.

"Unzip yourself," he said, thinking for a moment that maybe it would just be better to crawl into bed and jerk off. This was such a pissing lot of work.

"Come on, big boy," she smiled and licked her lips a little, "help me."

Murray reached across and found the zipper. It was actually hot to the touch. He let it down slowly, all the way, hoping he might be lucky enough to catch the little bitch's cunt hairs in it the way she had done to him on those few occasions when they had been alone and away from this house. He would have loved to see her jump up and hold her crotch in pain. His was hurting so bad now, it would have been a real relief to reverse the action.

Jill brought her toe up and shoved it into his chest. "That's enough," she said, seemingly in total control now that he had disengaged her zipper.

Murray sat back like someone who had just put a dollar in a peep show machine. He pulled the chair up close and gave her his complete attention.

She forced the hard, green rod down into the open zipper space and worked it around the clit above her cunt crack. The circular motion of it was driving Murray crazy, about as much as it was driving Jill that way. It was cool, but getting hotter with the friction from her blazing hole.

"Stick it in," Murray urged, like an eager fan at a sporting event. "Let me see it go in and out, come on."

Jill brought the thing way down and then suddenly reversed its position to point straight up. It disappeared inch by inch into her hot, heaving pussy.

"Oh, God," he uttered as he watched the head of it go up in there and get wiggled around. The sounds of smacking and suction were making his head ring. His crotch was filling up with warm liquid arousal. He felt himself burning and being tortured under his jeans.

Jill felt the heavy round hard thing penetrate her cunt tunnel and she let her legs flop apart to get more of it. She couldn't decide if fucking herself like this was better then teasing Murray, or if her teasing Murray was the best thing about fucking herself like this. It felt so good. The smooth, slightly bumpy glossy surface of the cucumber was getting creamed good with the juice of arousal from her cunt and she let it up and out faster and faster.

"Let me," Murray said, beside himself, with excitement, "Let me do it, please," he took a hold of zipper under his apron and began pulling it down despite her protests.

"What if somebody catches us?" she looked outraged and shocked at his suggestion, but totally unable to stop him, considering her present situation.

"Nobody's gonna do that," he said, sounding a little surer than he felt, "and that back door is locked." He hoped to hell he had remembered to lock it anyway when he brought the boxes in. Had he?

It was too late to investigate. His cock slammed out of its hold like a Murphy bed dropping from a wall. It banged against the skirt of his apron and made it stick out obscenely. "Now get that thing out of there, I'm gonna fuck you." He surprised himself sounding so bossy.

"All right," Jill said, working the green rod out of her cunt with a loud smack and setting it to one side. "Now you're talking."

Standing flush with the table and holding the girl by the knees, Murray could stick his cock right up in between her legs and work her clit with the head. He did so until the delicious rubbing caused a little fluid to collect on the end of his dick. He felt absolutely primed and ready to go.

But something stuck in his throat as he moved toward her. He wanted it his way now. Damn snooty little demanding bitch. He reached up and pushed her T-shirt over her limp bra, now squashed flat under her tits. He pulled it and her T-shirt hard over her nipples and let both her tits out of their confinement.

"Now I see what you've been hiding under there all morning," he smiled, feeling like a prize stud race horse. "And I'm gonna fuck you and eat them at the same time. How do you like that?"

Jill tossed her head back and let him come at her. She loved it when he got her back. It was pretty good for a kid four years younger than her. She spread her legs a little and reached down to take hold of his throbbing hard. It was enormous considering his age. That cucumber was just no substitute. She worked the rim of the head with her fingers and got him still wetter. With her other hand she circled around and around her cunt lips, pausing at the clitoris a while, just to get it wetter and hotter. She felt very ready.

Murray brought his mouth down on her tits and sucked one nipple as hard as he could. He felt the suction go right to his quick. Then he edged closer up on her and introduced the head of his cock to the lips of her cunt. He drew the lips around his cock like the two sides of a blanket and masturbated the head with them. He could feel the opposition from her side as she continued to finger her clit right above his moving fingers. Then he stuck himself boldly inside, feeling the two lips stretch apart to allow him entry.

"Wow!" Jill shouted as she felt the real thing probe right up inside her. "That's so hot!" Absolutely no comparison to a vegetable, she thought as she stroked what still stuck out from her hole. The shaft of his cock was as smooth as alabaster by Michelangelo, complete with protruding veins.

"Oh, shit," Murray said as he felt himself rush ahead too fast. He had poked himself up there too smartly, too much in a hurry, and now he was going to come before he was really ready. Before she had, too.

"You gonna come?" Jill said, trying hard to hide her disappointment, but not succeeding very well at it.

"In about one second," Murray said, trying to bite down on his lip as if that would keep his juice from flowing out.

"Keep it another few seconds," she begged, "please."

It was impossible. He felt himself kick up like a cloud of dust behind spinning car wheels on a dirt road. He heard himself shift gears into high and come barreling right out of himself. There was no holding back now. His spunk flew out like a fast ball, straight down the middle. He wanted to clutch his guts to keep from spilling them, too.

Jill felt him buck and shoot the white hot cream all over her insides. It was a shower all right. She grabbed his balls and worked them real hard. Murray pulled his pecker out a little to see if it was still ejaculating. That sometimes happened. It wasn't, but it was still very hard and dripping a little.

"I want some," Jill pouted into his face, "that's the least you can do now."

Feeling like two cents, Murray stuck his wet prick up toward his sister's mouth. She bent over and lapped and sucked the head until she had eaten what little cream there had been clinging to it.

"I got to say it," Murray said, breathing hard and admiring his rock hard cock, "you're a great lay. And that's not just because you're my sister."

"Why is it then," Jill sat back feeling the goo slip around inside her.

"You're just one wild hot piece of ass action, I guess," he grinned and tried to stuff his log back into his jeans. It wouldn't go.

"How you gonna make deliveries with that thing still bopping around like that?" Jill said, zipping up her pants and listening to the slosh of jism roll around inside like beer on an empty stomach.

"With great difficulty, Sis," Murray grinned feeling as proud as a five star general that his schlong just wouldn't go down after a fuck.

"I could strap you back in," Jill said, "or I could just strap you." She laughed and pointed to the kitchen closet. That's where Dad had always kept the long leather strap he used to use on the kids. Nothing brutal, ever, but he used it to threaten them. Once Jill had actually gotten it across the legs. She had let her little sister by herself and she had run out into the traffic. Nothing happened, but her dad had gotten enraged.

"It's okay," Murray said, giving it a shake, "I think it's finally starting to go down." God, he was proud of that thing. Neighborhood kids used to give him a quarter to show it the year he turned thirteen. That was the first year he had fucked Jill. His big, hot horny tease of a sister.

Jill watched, trying not to show her intense interest, as he finally stuffed the thing back into his jeans.

"I gotta finish deliveries,' he said, sounding like a harried commuter about to catch a train to the city, "Mrs. Randall's ice cream has probably started to melt pretty good by now."

"They'll make you the custodian of the joint if you keep up this work record," Jill brayed, feeling her old sarcasm start to come back.

"You are such a cunt, Jill," Murray laughed as he opened the back door. He had forgotten to lock it.

"Are you coming back for supper?"

"Hell, yes, woman," he said, patting her on the rear end. "Don't mind if I stay for dessert, do you?"

"Not me," she said poking around in the grocery sacks for anything that might need refrigeration by now, "but Mom and Dad will be getting back tonight and I don't think they would approve."

"Reckon you're right, Ma'am," he replied, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat and feigning bowl-leggedness as he walked out the door. "Mighty pleased to make ya, Ma'am . ... er, to make yer acquaintance, Ma'am." He stepped out onto the porch stoop and hobbled down the steps.

"You're nuts, Murray," Jill said, mildly amused by his antics and feeling still horny as a bugger. "Goodbye."

She shut the door and began to shuffle the stuff in the bags around as she grabbed a few cans from the bottom and started toward the pantry with them. There actually was quite a bit here. Her hand struck another cucumber, a smaller one, but firm and hard.

"Damn if he thinks I can get off only when he's here," she said aloud, taking the vegetable in her hand and examining it. "I don't need him to pop my moon rocks, that's for sure."

Jill sat on the hard kitchen chair and looked at the clock. It was nearly four. Ginger would be home from scouts soon, so she had to work fast. She whipped her zipper back down with a hiss. Then she peeled the denim flaps back to get access to her pussy, which was already putting up a little throbbing protest inside her clothes. She grabbed the long cucumber on the table, lying there so neglected after it had done such a yeoman's job of getting her aroused. She took the smaller, plumper one in her other hand and began to rub her tits with it. The smooth, round green cigar thing just felt so heavenly hard against her pert nipples. They hardened quickly as she ran the thing over and around them, then back and forth quickly so as to build up the heat of friction.

"Damn little Murray is one hot fuck," she sighed, thinking of his huge thick cock ramming up and out of her, "but I wish he could hold on longer. Must be his youth."

She grabbed the gigantic cuke and began the long, agonizing journey up her thighs with it. She felt it play over her cunt lips at last, like a green Martian's dick that had by alien powers become separated from its master's body and had taken on a life of its own.

She closed her eyes and saw Murray peddling along like sixty, trying to finish his route as fast as he could. That guy had always been so ambitious. And devious. Almost as devious as she had been the night she seduced him.

It was three years ago, almost to the month. Jill was fifteen then and already starting to get stares from the older boys at school. Her tits were starting to protrude right through the little white undershirts her mom made her wear and it wasn't long before she would have to have some adult underwear to cover her emerging figure.

"Jill, I'm going to have to ask you and Murray to take separate baths from now on," her mother had said to her in her room one evening. "He's getting to be a big boy now and you're getting too old to play in the tub with him."

"Sure," was all she had said back to her. "Anything you say, Ma."

"I'm going next door with your father to play cards for a while. You'll probably be asleep when we get back. I'm taking the baby with us, so if you or Murray need anything you know where we can be reached."

The baby. "That was Ginger. She was only ten and a half then. No baby, but still the youngest one of the family. They sure treated her like a baby. Spoiled her rotten. If that kid wanted anything, she got it. It was hard to tell her no. She had the biggest, sweetest blue eyes. And that curly blonde reddish hair. Jill's had always been so straight. Dirty blonde the kids at school called it. Dishwater blonde her mother called it. She chose to call it ash blonde, like the beauty magazines.

She remembered that night perfectly, like the whole thing had been filmed for a home movie and she could play it back whenever she liked. It was probably about midnight when Murray came into her room. She was reading and masturbating. When she looked up and saw him standing there in his pajamas, she quickly closed the forbidden book. The one she had found in her father's old golf bag in the basement. She pulled the covers hard up over her head and listened to the patter of the thirteen year old's bare feet as he came toward her bed.

"I can't sleep and I'm scared of the wind." he said, scratching the end of his nose with the back of his hand.

"What wind?" she said, half sitting up and clutching the covers over her bare breasts as hard as she could.

"It's not on your side of the house, Sis," he said, sitting down at the foot of her bed and letting his already long legs dangle over the edge.

"You got trees over there, that's what it is," she said, wondering if he might buy that and go away and leave her to her reading matter.

"It's not the trees that are bothering me, Bozo," he said, sounding a little irritated. "It's the wind."

"Yeah,' she said, rolling over very carefully and feeling much more aroused by his presence, the presence of a male body, than she really wanted to be.

"What you reading?" he said, bouncing up and down on the springs of her bed slowly and turning his head toward her.

"Nothing, what do you mean reading?" Jill tried growing slightly more uncomfortable by the second.

"You were reading something when I came in, cause I saw you." Murray tried to sneak a peek over to his sister's night stand, but she shoved something off of it onto the floor.

He waited three seconds, then made a dive for the other side of the bed. He spread himself out hard against the mattress right over his sister's surprised body and reached out to grasp the book lying there.

"No, you little brat," Jill cried out as she tried to grab his hand away from it.

By now he was clutching the hard cover and making for the spine. Jill pushed his body as hard as she could and felt him give an inch. Then he lurched closer to the floor and she sat up quickly to pull him away from it. She felt the covers drop off her tits and the cool air of the room circulate around them. She didn't know whether to let the boy go and cover them back up or let them stay exposed and save the book from his clutches. Little monster was sure to tell on her. "Leave that alone, you creep," she shouted pulling the bottom of his pajamas. She yanked so hard the elastic snapped in her hands. Before it did, she got a bird's eye view of the boy's firm round ass cheeks.

"What you hiding, Jill?" he said in his sing-song voice. Of course, he didn't give a rat's ass what she read, but she was having such a fit about it. He had to know what it was.

Then he felt his elastic snap. He' automatically brought his hands back to pull his pajamas bottoms to him when he saw her sitting there, a good look of shock on her face. He didn't notice her face for long, though. What he saw that made his mouth water were her two scoops of vanilla ice cream complete with cherry on the tops. He wanted to grab a spoon and dig right in.

"Uh," he said, sounding a little nervous as he sat back on the bed and forgot the book for a moment, "I hate to say this, Sis, but your titties are showing."

"I hate to say this Murray," she said, arching her back to give him a better look, "but I don't give a fuck if they are."

"Yes, you do," the boy said eyeing her carefully and wondering how far she would push this little game.

"No, I don't," she shot back like a dart.

"You're lying," he said, trying not to drool out the sides of his"And I'm gonna tell Mom what you're reading, too."

"You don't even know what I'm reading," she mocked him back loudly as she felt his eyes burn holes through her nipples.

"It's a dirty picture book," he said grabbing the loose pajama bottoms tightly in his hand and making another dive for the book.

Jill reached up and grabbed the pajama material and pulled him back with it.

"That's mine," she said to him her forehead burning with rage. The little brat was getting to be a bigger pest than Ginger.

"Well, I only wanted to see it," Murray said, trying to get his pajamas back. He reached up to push her away and grabbed one of her tits in his hand.

"Ouch," she said, as she felt his hand take a loud of flesh and twist it against her chest. "Watch where you're pushing."

The two of them scrambled back and forth a few seconds, until Murray had managed to get both hands wrapped around his sister's tits. She had worked her hands right under his pajamas and was managing to pull them down a bit.

"You're not going to tell Mom," she said, trying not to notice how close her hands had got to his groin, "are you?"

"That depends, Sis," he said, laughing and tweaking one of her nipples between his fingers.

"You won't tell her, anyway," Jill said, remembering the one ace she still had up her sleeve.

"Oh, won't I?"

"No, cause I saw you last night behind Reeves' garage, that's why."

"What did you see?" Murray tried to sound unconcerned, but he felt himself being painted into a corner nonetheless. He let go of her titties and found the waistband of his pajamas again.

"You were showing your penis to Bailey Phillips and to Richie Garrison and to his brother. You were giving them all quite an eye full. I saw it from the garage window."

"So what were you doing in the garage?"

"Never mind, Murray," Jill grabbed the covers and pulled them up over her tits again. "I saw you."

"So we're even. Let me see your tits again."

Jill thought a moment. She looked hard at Murray's soft brown curly hair falling down onto his forehead. He already begun to develop muscular shoulders from playing basketball and baseball in the sand lot all summer. He was deeply tanned and school had only been out a few weeks. She had always been so curious. What did one of those things feel like in you, She had always wondered. Of course she had heard her friends talk about it. But the idea fascinated her anyway. And Murray's penis was the biggest of all the kids in the neighborhood. It was a well-known fact. He had been making quarters showing it around for almost a year. Why not, she thought to herself, finally, why not her brother instead of some rough, sweaty playground hood or one of the creepy crowd that hung out on the corner at Peel's Drug Store. Why not Murray?

"Just don't squeeze them," she said, staring hard at him.

"I won't," he said, feeling like he did whenever anybody asked to see his whang. He could hardly keep it in his pants once the requests started coming in. Now he really wanted to show his sister what most of the other kids in the neighborhood had been so admiring of.

"Why don't you come under here?" Jill said, trying to make the situation as comfortable as possible.

Murray crawled under and felt his feet hit the footboard of the bed. He was already taller than his sister, even though he was three years her junior. He felt really grown up, lying there. Her body was warm and soft next to his.

"Jill," he said, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning toward her. "I saw a girl put Richie Garrison's peter right in her mouth. Would you do that?"

"Not on your life," she replied, "Richie Garrison stinks."

"Not to him," he snuggled in closer and whispered into her ear, "to me."

Jill closed her eyes and remembered the pictures in the book she had been looking at. Sure enough, there had been a woman in there with a penis in her mouth. She looked like she was enjoying it. Maybe there was something to it.

"I'll try, but I don't know what to do," Jill said, sitting up and letting the covers fall off her upturned little tits again. "I'll show you,"

Murray said, not believing he actually said that. He hadn't any idea how to bring it off. But he knew it must feel good, at least that's what Richie Garrison told him.

"Well,' said Jill, feeling aroused in a strange, off beat way. It wasn't like looking at picture books, but the sensation of warmth coming from her brother s body was thrilling her right down to her toes. "How do we start."

"I'm supposed to rub myself against your tits," he said confidently. Actually he'd never even thought of such a thing, but the sight of his sister's high pointed little knockers made his cock ache enough to want to give it a try.

He stood up on his knees and let his pajama bottoms fall down around his ass. They slipped down to the bed and Jill could see the very tip of the head of his penis dangling below the pajama top. The slit was angular and looked very touchable indeed.

"Come closer," she said, not understanding quite how the two of them could get together at this distance.

Murray waddled a little toward her and slipped the bottoms off of his legs. He straddled her stomach and slowly came in for a landing with both hands braced against the head board. He let his body down to an inclined plane and felt his still soft cock brush against his sister's hot hard little tits. The feel of those rubbery nipples against his cock skin was excruciatingly delicious. He swayed back and forth a bit to get more of the same sensation and felt his cock stiffen sharply.

Jill lay very still, not daring to move. She wasn't sure what was supposed to happen, but she was sure her nipples were getting quite hard every time her brother brushed his schlong over them. His thing seemed to pick up in volume and density as it did so. The feeling made her very warm and slightly edgy between her legs.

"Pinch them together, so I can slide up and down in between," Murray said, wondering where on earth he had gotten that idea.

Jill cupped her hands under her tits and thrust them together hard, sending the nipples almost to touch in the center of her chest. Murray worked his prick back and forth in the long, narrow furrow and felt the hard nubs of her nipples stroke his growing shaft. Soon it got too big for the crevice she had made and he let it out again.

"That feels good," Jill said, "but I'm getting wet."

"Huh?" Murray said, sitting up so straight, his penis flew up and smacked her on the chin.

"Ouch," she said, moving it carefully to one side and talking right back up to him, "I said I'm getting wet. Down there, Ignoramus."

"Oh," Murray came back, not really sure exactly what she meant, but figuring it had something to do with that place between a girl's legs like the one he had seen every time his mother had stepped out of the shower naked, or run out of the bedroom suddenly to answer the phone as she wrapped a robe around her. That hole had long since fascinated him.

"I want to see where it's coming out," he said, trying to poke at it with his fingers under the covers, "show me."

Jill tried to push the covers down, but Murray was smack dab in the way.

"Move your leg up," she said, and as he did, she gently eased the blankets down until she uncovered her adorable blonde bush.

"Wow!" said Murray nearly falling over his hard on to get a closer look, "that looks like Mommy's, only it's smaller."

"I think it's the same piece of equipment, Dodo," Jill wished to hell he'd at least try to act grown up.

"Can I touch it?"

"Yeah, but be careful."

"How come?"

"I don't want you to get your finger caught in there," she giggled as he stroked the hair along her mound.

The feel of those silky strands of curly blonde hair made the pores open all over his flesh. It was so sweet to stroke her there. It made his cock feel tremendously important to be allowed the chance and it stood up even prouder.

"Take me in your mouth while I do this," he said, continuing to finger her hole and manipulate his cock so that it rested near her lips. He had get up on one knee to do it, but it was worth the extra effort.

Jill bent eagerly to lick the head of his big schlong. She was so curious. What would it feel like down inside her mouth? Would it feel soft and squishy or long and hard? She thought probably long and hard, considering its present condition.

"Put it between your lips," Murray said, his breathing growing a little heavier now, despite his efforts to control it.

Jill let her mouth wrap solidly around it and felt it throbbing between her lips. It felt so angry and hot there. She swallowed a little more and let her tongue continue to lick the tip hard. The tension was beginning to build up under Murray's fingers. She felt her clit get larger and fill with blood. Occasionally he would strike against it with his fingers and she would writhe joyfully around and suck a little harder on the thick hot cock.

"Swallow me," Murray said, feeling his breath rise and fall quite rapidly now. He worked his fingers hard around her lips and let them sink into the red, wet pussy hole every few seconds. He was tempted to shove them right up and hide them there permanently, but he resisted. He loved watching his fingers disappear a moment and then reappear too much.

"I can't swallow your whole pecker," Jill said feeling a little pinned down under the weight of the huge, throbbing wand. "It's practically down to my voice box now."

"Oh, Christ," Murray let out as he felt a prickly overwhelming sensation wash him in heat from head to toe. "I think I'm gonna bust loose."

Jill opened her legs a little to allow his fingers up higher. The feeling of his long digits circling around inside her made her grow hot as a radiator. She could feel juice seeping out from way up inside and getting her wetter and wetter by the second. Then she felt the huge ramrod in her throat. He seemed to get harder for a second or two. Then the big blast. She felt a heave and then a gush of hot, sticky goo engulf her. She was choking on it, whatever it was. The boy's body was wracking and writhing and spinning around. The bed was squeaking wildly as she felt the thing splurt and splurt again. She was drenched. A fit of coughing finally brought him out of her. He tried to pull his fingers out, but she pulled them back again.

"I came," he said, scratching his head with one hand as he continued to finger her monotonously with the other. "Ain't that a bitch?"

Jill lay back to take up the last few seconds of diddling from the boy's agitated fingers and tasted the hot sticky stuff in her throat. She swallowed a lot of it having no other choice but to choke on it. Then she sputtered a little and brought herself to a sitting position.

"So that's what it's like, your goo," she said. She'd heard those stories about men shooting a load of spunk off when they had a climax, but she had never been sure it was for real. Until now.

"What does it taste like?" Murray said, barely able to breathe yet. He drilled his sister's hole hard as she threw her head back to enjoy the pressure on her clit. It was building to a nice little dam before she broke through it and gushed out all over his hand. Her whole body trembled and shook a little and then she just let go. She couldn't do otherwise.

"Wow!" Murray said, feeling the extra added warm wet juices flow out over his fingers and run down his hand. "I think you came, too. Ain't that a double bitch?"

Jill tried to tell him about it, but all she could do was sputter and cough up more jism.

Now, she could laugh about it. She had been so incredibly naive then, only later had she turned into an insufferable tease and tormentor. Their sex had gotten very lively and intense, especially over the past year. There had been a few other guys, but nobody had done it like her brother. After all, he was trained. They were in touch with each other. And Lord knows they'd practiced enough.

Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and Ginger walked in. She swung her lunch pail up onto the counter and turned on the cold water faucet.

"Hi, Jill," she said, regarding her with those blue pools of elfish charm and leaning on one foot. "What are you doing with that cucumber up your twat?"