Chapter 5
"Okay, Mom. Sure, Sure. I know," Murray said, plunking his bicycle down on the soft grass under the kitchen window, "I'll keep it locked. Won't let anybody in there except you and Dad when you get back. Promise."
Paula Amos stuck her head back in the window and looked at the clock above the sink. She would have to move quick if she and Frank were going to get to Port Lakefield before dark.
"Jill," she called out into the gloom of the late afternoon living room, "where are you?"
Jill quickly slammed the covers of the picture book together. She wriggled her fingers out of her cunt with her free hand and pulled her panties up quickly.
"Up here, Mom," she shouted back, as she gave a last loving little thought to the two-page shot near the back of the book she had been jerking off for the last fifteen minutes. It was a man and a woman and another woman. The woman was sucking the man's big brown dick while the other woman was sucking her wide open pussy. The man, in turn, was sucking her pussy and fingering her ass hole. The equality of the action in the little circle of bliss had been giving her clit a blood-engorged twanging as she pressed her fingers all around the edge of her pink outer and inner lips. Her cunt had gotten very wet that morning and only in the last fifteen minutes had she had a chance to be alone and do something about it. Now, another interruption.
"Where's Ginger?" Paula Amos shot up the stairs toward her oldest daughter's bedroom.
That was all she was interested in. Her precious baby dumplings. The little one. The one with the stiffest clit in town. Jill shook her head and shouted back, "Riding her bike, I think."
Paula didn't want to leave without kissing the youngest one Goodbye. But already she could hear her husband starting up the family car in the garage out back. "We're going to have to go, Jill," she said with chagrin, "right now. Please promise me you'll take good care of her. The number where we'll be is on the telephone table in the dining room. Call if you need anything. Tell Ginger to call if she needs anything. Bye." Jill was fuming by the time she got to the head of the stairs. That little kid gets everything. Even special dispensation to call the folks if she herself personally desires any intimate conversation with Mom and Dad for any reason whatsoever. If her mother really wanted to leave her in charge, why didn't she just give her the number instead of leaving it there with special instructions for Ginger to call if her needs differed from any of the other kids in the family "Jesus, I'd like to get that little monster right where she hurts," Jill thought, staggering into the bathroom, completely lacking the desire to finish the job she had started on herself in her bedroom minutes before. "But there's only one place Ginger actually lives," she mussed, turning on the bathroom cold wafer tap, " and I couldn't get her there . ... " As the water ran out colder and colder, she reached up for the plastic drinking glass, "or could I?"
"Sis?" Murray shouted up to the second floor, "You up there?"
"Yeah," Jill said, wiping her wet face with a towel. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, this cold water in the face, but it would have to do for the moment.
"Mom and Dad just left, can I come up?" he said into the stairs.
Jill thought a moment. Maybe she would be able to get her sister back, after all. Now that Murray was here. After all, it would take at least two of them to control her. If only Murray could be trusted to do as she wanted.
"Sure," she said, rushing into the bedroom.
She made a quick search through her closet and ran down the hall to her mother's room. She threw the door open and raced to the bureau. She opened the middle drawer, the one where her mother kept her lingerie. She pulled out a long lacey black nightie and slammed the door shut. Then she beat a speedy retreat out of the room. Too late, she was. Murray was just appearing at the head of the steps.
"What are you doing in there?" he asked, showing an anticipation of whatever events might follow from this point. He was grinning like the two of them shared a secret.
Jill had to mentally remind themselves that they did. No one else in the house was supposed to know. If anyone did, they never let on. "Surprising you," she said seductively. "I know how you like surprises."
Murray shook his head. That sounded like an old line from a bad TV series. Still he had to admit that anything Jill did was usually okay. She was about the sexiest girl in school, never mind that she happened to be his sister.
"Stand outside a minute," Jill said, quickly peeling off her shorts and panties. She felt her breasts under her tight sweater to see if she remembered to wear a bra that morning. Nothing. But her nipples had already begun to tighten up a bit, just thinking about what was to come.
"How long you gonna be?" Murray said, feeling his voice rise up again with anticipation. He leaned one hand against the stair railing and fantasized for a moment that he had X-ray vision and could see through doors.
"Long enough," Jill said back to him in her purriest, furriest most feline foxy little voice. She loved to start teasing him as soon as she had the upper hand.
"I can't wait forever, ya know," he said, hoping that maybe if he hurled his whole weight against the door, it might crack in two and let him see what it was she was hiding.
"Almost," Jill flirted with the sexiest voice she could muster. "Almost ready, Tiger." She slipped the black clinging thing over her head and stood to look at herself in the mirror. .The image was quite something. There was a girl and there was a woman staring back at her. The woman was her body, it certainly had developed nicely over the last year. It was draped exquisitely in black nylon and lace. Her rounded highly-arched tits protruded through the dark, gauze see-through material and her blonde bush looked much bigger and darker being a little hidden by it. But the face was still that of a young girl. She really did look like a cheerleader in her mother's nightgown. Come to think of it, that's exactly what she was.
Murray loved to hear her call Ihim Tiger', and he showed it by butting his head against the door and making loud growling noises through the crack. He clawed at the wood with his fingernails which were too short to make a sound. But he certainly did feel like a tiger. A-tiger in heat.
Murray was about to rip the door down when he heard it click open and saw Jill calmly stick her head out into the hall. "You alone, Tiger?" she said to him with a wink. "I don't let any strange men into my boudoir, you know."
Murray nearly missed his footing hearing her tease him like that. It was something he looked forward to almost as much as football season. The girl was just too much. He took in the whole picture as she stood serenely in front of him, swaying a little back and forth in that black peekaboo drape.
'You like?" she said, lifting it up on either side like an enormous tent. Then she turned around a little and he could see a little more of her as the material moved with her.
"God," was all he could get out. He didn't know just how much she was going to tease him today before letting him get any, but he did know he was going to get some. Even if he had to take her by force. This was just too tempting.
"Why don't you come under my tent, little boy?" she said as she pulled the nightgown up and made a parachute with it as she let it drop down again.
Murray almost ran right under there clothes and all. But he managed to sit down on the bed and take his sneakers off first.
"I've got something I want to show you," she said, twisting a little piece of the hem of the nightie in her hands and revealing her long, tightly-muscled leg.
'I'll bet you do," Murray said, licking the saliva off his lips that had collected there the last few minutes.
"I want you to be real bad with me, Murray," Jill said, sitting down next to him and rubbing her bare arm against his.
"Okay, just don't give me a report card," he laughed a little and hearing no response pulled off his-sweat socks and heaved them in the corner.
"I want to play around a whole lot, you know," Jill tried again, not really knowing how to approach the subject of sex any way except to be a tease. "I want us to do things like we've never done before."
Another bad made-for-TV movie line, he thought loosening his belt buckle. "Sure," he said, pulling the long leather strand out of his pants, fill began to unbutton his shirt very, very slowly. She diddled her fingers around on his chest the entire way down to his stomach. Only one button actually got undone in the process.
Murray unbuttoned his sleeves and tried to take the shirt off, but he felt the pull at the places where the buttons remained in their holes".
"Win you be my slave, Murray?" Jill tried, feeling her voice a little faint in the huge bedroom. She had wanted to sound much more forceful.
"Hell, yes," the boy said back. He was gung ho all light. Of course, he hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about.
"Then," she said, rubbing hard against the rising bulge in his denim pants, "give me your belt." Murray stared at her hard. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what she wanted with his belt. That nightgown looked fine hanging loose the way it was now. In fact, her little hot body never looked better than it did now peeking out from behind that dark veil of nylon stuff.
"How come?" he asked, relieving the last of his buttons of their holes.
"You'll see," Jill said, pulling his T-shirt off and over his head. "Just give it to me and pull your pants down."
"No problem," he said, anxiously. He almost forgot to undo his zipper in his haste to bare his schlong.
He stood up and disengaged the zipper from its metallic teeth. Then he let his pants down slowly and brought his cock into view. It was still dangling down and barely had a chance to get hard, though he was sure it wouldn't take long now. It sure seemed ready. It was beginning to show signs of turning into an extra specially strong hard on. He felt it thrash around a little and head for the lift off point.
"Turn around and kneel over the edge of the bed," Jill said, standing up and grabbing the belt by its buckle.
"What are you gonna do, Jill?" Murray said, grabbing his dick and cocking his head to one side, "You gonna whip me or something?"
"Right on, Brother," she said, lifting up her nightgown and resting a foot on the bed.
Murray thought she looked like a cowgirl about to ride out on the range in her nightgown.
"What the hell for?" he shouted back, wishing his cock could understand the severity of what was going on here instead of insisting on stiffening up and getting ready for a good time. "You're not Dad,"
"You haven't been a good boy, Murray," she said, lashing the belt in the air and tingling a little as it whooshed through the breeze.
"What the hell is it to you?" he said, feeling her hard hand on the back of his neck. "That's for Mom and Dad to judge, Bitch."
"Don't ever call me that unless I command you to," Jill bawled back to him in a loud, overbearing voice. She was remembering some of the dialogue she had read in those books she had found in old man Richert's garage. She remembered that mistresses always talked very nasty to their slave. Murray wasn't too sure he liked this game. His sister was one hell of a tease all right, but he thought she was really carrying a thing too far. He didn't have td take this from her. Still it was kind of curious to be talked to like this. And for some strange reason he couldn't fathom, he kind of enjoyed it-
"Down on your knees," she said, sending the belt flailing through the air. It hit the bed with a thud. The sound made them both jump a little.
Jill forced her brother down onto the edge of the bed. He had forgotten how strong those leg muscles of hers really were. She pushed him hard and he could feel himself sinking, despite his wish not to buckle under too easy. His knees hit the floor and as soon as they did, he could feel his sister on top of him. She was climbing onto him like she was mounting a horse.
"Ouch," he let up, feeling her full weight on his neck and back.
"Speak when you're spoken to, Ass Hole." Jill, the neighborhood dominatrix was getting very firm.
'Haven't you had about enough of this?" Murray asked, whining a little with the pain and discomfort of having to sit like this.
"Silence!" she ordered.
The snap of the whip belt grazed the left side of his face and Murray thought to himself for a moment that maybe she did mean business. Just maybe. He figured to stay right there and find out.
Jill reached under Murray's bare chest and tweaked one of his nipples hard between her fingers.
"Hey!" the boy let out, "Cut that out."
"There's a lot more where that came from unless you learn to show a little more respect," she said, sounding like the black witch of the north.
"Okay, okay," Murray was surprised to hear himself say in an absolutely pleading tone of voice.
"That's better," she said, letting the belt relax a little and lie limp in her hand.
She turned around and let the loose tether end find the crevice between Murray's ass cheeks. She drew it up in between them and slapped it slowly back and forth.
The sensation was so curious, so unbelievably arousing and pleasing in a completely new way. The boy could feel his pecker responding with a ramming movement against the mattress.
"Now I want you to do exactly as I say," she purred in a tense, darkly mysterious tone of voice. "I want you to eat my pussy and I want you to eat my pussy now."
That's more like it, Murray thought to himself, feeling that as weird as it sounded to him, he was going to miss the feel of that leather between his cheeks.
"Eat!" Jill commanded darkly.
"How?" Murray said, feeling cheated again. He couldn't possibly swing his head around one hundred and eighty degrees to lap at her delicious pussy. It was physically impossible, even for a slave.
Suddenly Jill grabbed onto his hair and swung herself around to nearly straight on in front of his face. He did have to move a little to the side to reach her. She quickly lifted up the nightgown and thrust her smartly throbbing pussy in his face. With her free hand, she played the belt on his back.
Murray brought his hands up to grab a hold of the gyrating snatch.
"No!" shouted Jill, brandishing the belt across his broad back, "no hands."
That one had hurt. Murray felt himself go into an automatic pout as he brought his hands down under himself again. Then, letting his reflexes take over, he placed his hands on his already swollen member. He began to work it slowly and secretively up and down. He had a hunch that if Jill could see him doing it, she might split his hide open with that belt.
"Use your tongue, Unworthy One," Jill said, sticking her wet, heaving little pink-lined hole right up to his nose.
"Yes, Mistress," Murray said, trying to sound as obedient as he actually felt. She was definitely laying some kind of trip on him, but he didn't mind going there with her. Not if it felt this good.
Jill lashed the whip out once more and felt the kick as it bit into Murray's back. She really liked this all right. Getting her pussy eaten by a slave. The kick was just too exciting. Her pussy juiced and throbbed and crackled like rain striking tin foil. She closed her eyes and felt the slurping tongue overtake her clitoris, then nose its way up into her slimy pulsating hole. She knew she was never going to be able to get enough of this kind of action.
Murray worked the shaft of his cock hard, but very slowly, considering the proximity of the dominant queen. Again he felt the belt lash across his bare back and he winced with the pain and pleasure it gave him. His cock was really getting stiff. He felt all the blood in the lower half of his body rushing to the site. It balked and slapped against the mattress as he let his hands edge up toward the head and down again to the hilt. He hoped the wet lather he was working up on it wouldn't sound so loud Jill would hear it.
"More tongue, more lips, You Lazy Sucker," Jill ordered letting the belt fall down to where Murray's ass stuck out. She popped him a good one right across his exposed cheeks. She laughed out loud when she heard him holler.
"Whooppee!" she said, wrapping her legs tight around Murray's shoulders and back and digging her heels in.
Murray had his tongue up her so far, he hoped he could still get it out. She tasted so sweet and salt and hot and hard up there. He worked his dick faster and faster, hoping she wouldn't see him, but powerless to stop the engorged pulsating thing from continuing to carry on with its secret life. He felt the wet hot essence of her hole with the front tip of his body, and the hard whole rocking log of the bottom most tip of his being. His schlong just wouldn't be stopped for anything.
Jill let the whip find Murray's ass hole and she drove it down hard. The cracking noise made them both wince. Murray felt the thing penetrate his flesh and as angry as it made him, he felt himself sucking harder and pulling his wick with renewed vigor.
"Fuck me," Jill shouted, "fuck me with your tongue," she slammed the whip down again aimlessly, loving the delicious sound it produced slapping against the boy's smooth flesh.
Murray felt the whip all right, he felt it righ to the end of his peter. The thing was fucking him in the ass and the balls. That last shot had gotten him right in the nuts.
Jill dug her heels in tighter when she felt the white hot rush of orgasm overtake her. She thrust herself down hard on the, drilling tongue and hoped she wouldn't bury her brother under the rock pile of her coming. She screamed loudly and long as she felt herself pitch forward and go blank.
Murray drew his ass back hard when he felt himself about to shoot. Then as the body spasms began somewhere deep inside of him, he reared up hard and emptied the white thick cream directly onto Jill's still outstretched cunt. He opened his eyes to shout in ecstasy and when he did the sight of the gooey warm spunk spread out on her brownish-red velvety matted bush gave him a new, unexplainable thrill. He tossed his body forward and collapsed over her.
After a moment, Jill propped herself up on her elbows and let the whip fall from her hands. She had never had such a powerful come in the four years they had been fucking. And to think, she never even got his cock inside her. Well, next time.
Murray lifted his head up to see where he was and noticed he had managed to he on top of his own jism. He was even more surprised to find the brave, bold no-nonsense mistress licking the stuff off of him.-
"Well," he said, feeling himself renew his arousal as her licking and eating noises drifted up to his ears. "That was something, Sis.'
"Only the beginning!" she mumbled, sucking the last of the cream off his nipple.
"What?" he said down to her. "I didn't . understand you."
"It's only the beginning, I said," she sounded like her old Jill self again. Mean and surly and tormenting.
"Okay, but give me a minute to get it up again," he so loved the invitation to try and get his prick up again quickly. It gave him good motivation.
"I don't mean now, Horse Flesh," Jill gave his softening cock a playful kick with her toe. "I mean after Ginger comes home."
"What's that got to do with it? We've been pretty good at sneaking around without her knowing it for a long time now "Well, tonight that's all gonna change, Little Brother," Jill sounded positively diabolical.
She stood up and ripped the nightgown up over her head. Murray caught a dick-raising glimpse of her hot shit little body as she turned to go into the bathroom. He felt like a piece of putty she had just kicked onto the sidewalk. He wished to hell she wasn't so gorgeous. And that her pussy wasn't so hot and lush.
"Why?" he said, watching her ass twitch as she walked away from him.
"Because I think it's time to teach that little brat a lesson,' she said from the bathroom.
Murray lay back and listened to her tinkle into the toilet. The sound got him so aroused his cock started to pulsate from left to right like a pendulum of hot flesh.
"Teach her what?" he said, rolling over and watching the thing rise like a column into the air.
"Teach her who's boss!" Jill screamed out at the top of her lungs.
Murray bounced up to a sitting position and felt the throbbing of his cock hit new highs. "Yeah?" he said back boldly.
"Yeah," she said in a calm, cool voice. She sounded like an airline stewardess announcing lunch. "Only first I want you to do something for me. I want you to go downstairs and tear up the phone number on the telephone pad. The one in the dining room."