William Scott
His horny sister

AB-4009
CHAPTER ONE

His hands stroked her tits gently. She quivered with excitement, and moisture oozed from the puffy gash of her cunt. She writhed against the sheets and moaned. "Steve… Steve… ooh, darling!" She saw her husband's rigid prick and reached out to touch it just as her dream dissolved into the sunny brilliance of the Oregon morning.

She was alone.

Sharon Wagner sat up in bed, and the covers fell away from her vibrant young body. Her boobs pressed voluptuously against the pink fabric of her nightgown, the rigid points of her nipples showing through.

She looked down at the mounds, which ached slightly as a result of the tantalizing dream, and placed her hands around them. As she fondled the pliant jugs slowly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The long sweep of her reddish blonde hair shimmered in the morning light as her head moved from side to side.

She felt a faint warmth in her cunt.

It was sinful, she thought, to miss her husband's screwing as much as she did. She had told herself she should concentrate on the fine qualities of his character and the tender affection he held for her, and she was able to do this when she was awake. But when she slept, a more sensual part of her nature asserted itself and she dreamed she was in her husband's arms, submitting to his strong sexual drive. Her dreams always ended before Steve's rigid cock made contact with her box, leaving her intensely frustrated and lonely.

She got out of bed and entered the bathroom of her small apartment. She stood in front of the mirror, pulled off her shortie nightgown, and slipped out of the matching bikini pants. She stared into the mirror at her body and thought how badly in need of sex she was.

Though Sharon was twenty-two years old, her figure remained as youthful-looking as when she was seventeen. Her innocent, babyish face reinforced the juvenile image. Had she visited a high school, she could have mingled with the students without attracting any special attention besides that which her exceptional beauty always commanded.

She drew a hand lightly across the tips of her boobs, causing the full mounds to vibrate. Her hand continued downward to stroke her gently curved tummy. Her slender fingers glided through the reddish-blonde tendrils that adorned her cunt mound and touched the top of her slit.

She shivered.

God, I've got to stop this! she thought. It's sinful to carry on this way.

She turned and presented her lovely butt to the mirror as she bent and started running water in the tub. When the tub was full, she stepped into it and settled down. She washed herself slowly. There was no reason to rush. She had no place to go and, with Steve away, no one to care for.

She wished for the thousandth time that he would give up his survey job in the Alaskan interior and find something to do where she could be with him, even if it didn't pay as well. They could wait a little longer to buy and furnish the home they both wanted, she thought. After less than a year of marriage, it wasn't right that they should be separated.

If Steve had let her take a job, the separation would have been a bit more tolerable – at least she would have been kept busy. Also, her earnings would have helped them reach their goal sooner. But he was the sort of man who took great pride in his position as head of the household, and he wanted to feel that he was supporting her. He also had expressed some jealousy at the idea of letting her work in an office or store where other men would constantly be making plays for her.

"You're my wife, and your place is at home," he had told her sternly.

She was happy about his possessive and dominant attitude. But it was difficult just sitting around doing nothing while he was gone.

When she had finished bathing, she dried herself and strode naked into the bedroom. She selected a pair of pink nylon panties from a dresser drawer and put them on. She took out matching bra and laid it on the bed. Then she sat in front of her dressing-table mirror and began brushing her hair and applying her make-up.

She always wore her hair straight and long, because Steve liked it that way. Since he didn't like her to use much make-up, she applied it sparingly even when he was away. She had no thought of attracting anyone else. Steve was the only man she wanted – or would ever want, she believed.

As she stood up and turned to pick up her brassiere, her tits bobbed springily.

Bzzzzz!

The sound of the door buzzer gave her a start. It's probably just a salesman, she thought, but it could be something more important – maybe a special-delivery letter from Steve. She quickly grabbed a dress from the closet, slithered it over her body, and zipped it up as she moved hurriedly through the apartment, her full tits bouncing beneath the thin cloth.

Bzzzzz!

"Just a minute!" she called as she neared the door.

When she opened it, she received a happy surprise. Her younger brother stood there, grinning.

"Todd!" she squealed as she rushed into his arms. Her boobs flattened against his firm chest and her nipples pressed into him.

He put his arms around her tightly and rocked her back and forth. He continued to hold her even after she attempted to draw away. Laughing, he slid a hand down her back and patted her ass through her thin green dress and panties. Her plump butt bobbed resiliently against his hand.

Todd's prick tensed.

Leaving his suitcase outside, he swept his sister up in his arms and carried her across the living room.

"Todd, you devil!" she exclaimed, laughing. "For goodness sake, put me down!"

He bent and dropped her onto the sofa, causing her skirt to slip up and expose the lusciously tapered columns of her thighs.

She quickly pushed her skirt down. "Todd, what in the world are you doing here?"

"That's a long story," the blond, good-looking youth replied as he straightened up and looked at her. "Hey, you look great, baby!"

"Well, thanks. You look pretty good yourself. But how come you're not at college? The spring term isn't over yet, is it?"

"It is for me, I'm afraid. I, uh, got into a little trouble."

He turned and walked to the door to get his suitcase.

Sharon followed him. "What kind of trouble?"

He re-entered the apartment, carrying his bag, and closed the door behind him. "Hey, where's Steve? Is he still up there with the Eskimos?"

"Yes," she said with a sigh. "He's been gone four months now. He's got one more month before his first leave."

"That makes it kinda rough for you, I guess." Todd's blue eyes glinted oddly.

She looked away. "It's difficult for both of us."

"Well, you've got somebody to keep you company now. You don't mind if I stay here, do you, Sis?"

This gave her a little shock. She looked at her brother gravely. "Well, there's… only one bedroom and…"

"So I'll sleep on the sofa," he said with a grin. "Hey, it's sure great to see you!"

He swept her into his arms again, and his firm lips pressed hers, forcing them apart. He kissed her with more than brotherly warmth.

Sharon responded in a way that first surprised, and then shamed her. This was the first kiss she'd had in months, and she trembled as if it were Steve's mouth which was pressed to hers. As the significance of her sensual response occurred to her, she began to fight Todd, trying to push him away. But he didn't release her until he was ready then stood grinning as if he were extremely pleases with himself.

She attempted to regain her composure.

"Wh-What happened at school?" she asked. "You didn't tell me."

"Oh, that. Well, you know me, baby. I've always had an eye for chicks." He shrugged. "So I got one into trouble."

"Oh, Todd! No!"

"That isn't the worst of it. She was the dean's daughter."

Sharon gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

"The bitch had it coming," he said coldly. "Any girl who's too dumb to take the Pill deserves what she gets."

Sharon began to realize that her brother had changed during the seven or eight months since she had last seen him. Whether this was a result of going away to college or of his having reached the exalted age of nineteen, she didn't know. He had always been wild – getting into one scrape after another – but she didn't remember him ever being so callous about it. Of course, he was on his own now, away from home and parents, and she supposed that made quite a difference to a young man.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked. "Or how about breakfast? I haven't eaten yet."

"You stay in the sack pretty late, don't you?" His eyes twinkled strangely again.

"I did this morning," she replied with a blush. "I overslept." She had the uneasy feeling that he could tell by looking at her that she had been dreaming of Steve.

"Well, I've already eaten. But if you've got a beer in the refrigerator."

"Sorry, I haven't."

"You mean you don't drink when Steve's away?"

"Steve and I don't drink at all," she said primly. "Shit!" her brother said and laughed. She turned red. "Todd, shame on you! Don't talk like that."

"Oh, Sis, you're too much. You really are." She turned and walked into the small kitchen, and Todd followed her. "You can pour me some coffee if you want to."

"I'll have to make it first. I was just getting dressed when you arrived."

"Then that explains it."

"Explains what?" she asked as she removed the lid from the percolator.

"Why you aren't wearing a bra. You must've been naked when the buzzer rang."

Warmth came to her cheeks again. "How can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?" she asked as she spooned coffee into the basket.

"I could feel your nipples. And the way your tits spread against me – wow!"

She whirled around, her cheeks flushed. "Todd, I want you to stop using those obscene words!"

He blinked. "'Tits' isn't obscene. It's in the dictionary."

"Well, don't say it!"

As she turned away from him to put the percolator together, he remarked, "I don't remember you being so prudish."

"And I don't remember you being so, so…"

"Vulgar?"

"Yes. Vulgar."

He let his eyes sweep down her back to the full mounds of her ass. He inquired, "Doesn't Steve ever use words like that?"

"Of course not! At least, not to me."

"How do you talk when you're in bed? Do you say, 'Put your penis into my vagina, darling'?" He laughed.

She plugged in the percolator with an angry flourish. Her cheeks continued to glow. "Todd, I don't want to discuss sex with you. It isn't decent for brothers and sisters to talk about those things."

"Okay. Don't get ticked off."

"Just what are your plans?" she asked coolly, though her cheeks still felt warm.

"My plans? You mean, about school?"

She got down a box of dry cereal and a bowl. "That, and where you're going to live."

"I want to stay here in Portland. As for school, I don't dare go back. I'm just screwed, I guess, unless I can get into another college."

She frowned over his use of "screwed", but she supposed it fell into the category of common slang. Anyway, she thought, his problem was her main concern at the moment.

"Have you told Mother and Dad about your trouble?"

"You gotta be kidding."

"So they think you're still in school, huh?"

"I suppose."

"Isn't the dean likely to get in touch with them?" she asked as she stepped to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.

"Maybe. That's why I have to hide out for a while, until the stink blows over."

"But, Todd, you'll have to tell Mom and Dad where you are. They'll worry."

"Quit bugging me, will you?" he demanded sharply. Then he flashed her a quick grin, and his tone softened. "Things are bad enough without my big sister giving me hell besides."

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.

She proceeded to eat her breakfast. As soon as the coffee was ready, she poured it for Todd and herself.

They talked about old times in Klamath Falls and about Steve, whom Todd liked. But there was an undercurrent that troubled Sharon. Her brother seemed different, and the way he acted toward her made her nervous. He kept watching her with that strange glint in his eyes. This was the first time they had been alone together since she was married, and she felt uneasy.

After she had finished eating, they walked into the living room.

"This is a nice place," he said. "You and I can get along great here."

She looked directly at him and spoke in a serious tone. "Todd, I'd like to have you stay here. You know that. But don't you think you'd be more comfortable somewhere else, where you can have more… freedom?"

He grinned. "I figure I can have all the freedom I want right here. Anyway, I don't have any bread."

"I could help you out until you get a job."

"Hell, I don't want to take a job, Shari. I'm hoping to get into another college. If I can make it, I'll only be here until then – maybe a couple of weeks."

Sharon swallowed hard.

"Come on." He stepped over and drew her into a loose embrace. "You know you'd like to have me around."

He moved his hand slowly up and down her arm, and the caress made her skin tingle. He was big and handsome, not at all like the roughneck little boy she remembered. She began to get a giddy feeling as she stood close to him.

What's the matter with you? an inner voice demanded. He's your brother!

Panic seized her, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes and studied her reaction, a grin playing along his firm, handsome lips.

"You're gonna let me stay, Shari. You want me to stay. I'll be good company."

"But, Todd…"

"No arguments now, or I'll take you across my knee and give you a spanking. I'm not your baby brother any more. I've grown up."

That certainly was true, she realized, and it accounted for the strange way she felt about having him there. But he was still her brother, whether a baby or a man, and she assured herself that there was no reason to feel uneasy in his presence. She believed she wouldn't have had such a crazy sensation if it weren't for the fact she was starved for Steve's cock.

"All right, Todd. You can stay."

He grinned broadly. "That's the girl! Hey, do you mind if I go in and take shower? I rode up here in the back of a truck."

"Go ahead," she told him. "Grab a towel from the closet." She pointed.

He gave her a wink and followed her instructions.

As she listened to the sound of the shower, she moved about the apartment, putting things in order. It would be good to have company, she decided. She didn't know anyone in Portland except for a couple of the other tenants in the apartment house, and she wasn't really close to them. She and Todd had grown up together, and they were of the same flesh and blood.

How silly of me, she thought, to be afraid of having him here! Oh, Steve, you'd better get back soon or I'm going to be a candidate for the loony bin.

The shower stopped running. She was dusting the TV set whim she heard the bathroom door open. She glanced up.

Todd entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. A few drops of water glistened on his manly chest. Again she felt a strange sensation as she looked at him.

"I forgot to get some clean clothes from my bag," he explained as he picked up the suitcase.

She watched him carry it to the sofa. As he put it down, it rubbed against his body, and the towel came undone. It dropped to the floor.

Sharon's eyes widened as she stared at her brother's nude body. She had a side view of his hose-like prick dangling in front of his pendulous balls. His cock was every bit as large as Steve's, perhaps larger.

Crimson suffused Sharon's cheeks, and she averted her eyes, her heart thumping.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Todd said with a laugh as he bent to pick up the towel.

He glanced at his sister and, though she was partially turned the other way, he could see the redness of her cheeks. Holding the towel around him, he walked over to her.

"You really dug that, didn't you?" he asked in an intimate tone.

"I did not!" she maintained vehemently, still facing away from him. "Now will you please take your clothes and go into the bedroom?"

Her body was filled with a mad emotion that she couldn't control. She suddenly felt very hot between her legs. Her nipples pricked up hard against the fabric of her dress.

Todd placed his hand on her back and quickly slid it down to caress her rounded butt. The feel of her, and the thought of what he wanted to do, sent blood rushing into his cock, congesting its tissues and causing the virile tool to lift. It pushed the towel forward.

Sharon twisted her body and attempted to slap his hand away. But he grabbed her around the butt with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. As he turned her into his embrace, the towel fell to the floor for the second time, and his hot prick stuck nakedly upward between their bellies.

Sharon's senses reeled as she felt the warm, rigid dick pulsating against her. She looked down and saw the head of his prick, which was rosy with desire. She kept thinking, This is your brother – little Todd! But her feelings were anything but sisterly toward him at the moment, and this fact aroused a rush of guilt which mingled with her desire.

The guilt became her dominant emotion, and she fought him.

"Todd, what's the matter with you?" she demanded as she struggled against his encircling arms. "We can't do this!"

"Sure we can, baby," he said. "You want to, I want to, and were grown up – so why shouldn't we?"

She was amazed by his attitude. He didn't sound like her brother at all. She was even more amazed by her own internal response, but she continued to struggle.

The matter had progressed too far for Todd to permit it to be stopped. Anyway, it was clear to him that she didn't want to stop it, regardless of what she said or did.

Since attaining manhood, he had come to view every young woman as a challenge. The fact that Sharon was his sister simply increased the challenge in this case. He vowed to bring her around, even if he had to use force to do it. He would make her admit she wanted him to fuck her, he thought, and that would give his ego a tremendous lift.

He swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She thrashed about, but this didn't force him to put her down; it merely caused her skirt to slip up to her waist, uncovering her pink panties. His cock pushed up against her thinly clad buttcheeks, and this gave added excitement to them both.

"Todd, stop it!" she cried. "Oooh, please!"

But he laughed and continued towards the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and her skirt billowed waist-high.

He fell to his knees beside her, his big prick bobbing lasciviously. She couldn't help but thrill at the sight of how huge and hard his rod was. But her shock and shame at what was happening remained paramount.

She tried to assure herself that Todd was only teasing her, that he had no intention of actually fucking her. Such a thing between a brother and a sister seemed unthinkable to her.

He kept laughing as he wrestled her into submission, his heavy dong whacking her thighs and hips as she struggled. Finally, she realized it was useless to fight as long as he held her this way, and she went limp, whining and panting.

He looked around for something with which to tie and gag her. The pillowcases seemed the only choice within reach. He grabbed a pillow, pulled the case from it, and rolled it into a thick rope.

Sharon could have slid away from him then, if she had reacted quickly enough. But what he was doing with the pillowcase puzzled her, and she watched it. By the time he had revealed his intention, it was too late for her to get away.

She was shocked when he pressed the improvised gag into her mouth. Excitement hammered through him as he pulled the pillowcase tight around the back of his sister's head.

Now she knew that he wasn't teasing; he obviously intended to screw her, as unbelievable as it seemed.

A terrible humiliation came over her. She kicked and struck at him as she cried and mumbled against the gag. But his vastly superior strength enabled him to hold her in place while he stripped the case off the other pillow.

He turned his struggling sister onto her stomach, and held her legs together, folding them over her butt. He managed to gather her arms close to her ankles, and he looped the pillowcase around her ankles and wrists. But he didn't draw them together tightly enough to hurt her. Though she could continue to writhe, she couldn't roll over or work her way off the bed.

He straightened up onto his knees. He was breathing hard, and his eyes glinted as he grinned down at her.

"There you are, baby," he said in a tense, husky voice. "How do you like that, huh?"

He watched her asscheeks vibrate erotically in her filmy pants, and his cock jerked higher. The tool now was so choked with blood that the cockhead had assumed monstrous size and was very red.

Clear lubricant oozed out the small hole at its tip and washed down the side of the shaft.

"You'll like this before I'm through with you," he promised. "I'll make you really groove on it! You're gonna love old Todd like you never did before!" he laughed.

Sharon was gripped by such terrible fear and shame that she felt she was going to faint. But this mercy was denied her. She remained conscious and stared wide-eyed over her shoulder, focusing on her brother's awesome prick.

His rod twitched and exuded another thick drop of moisture as he placed his hand on the seat of her panties and wobbled her bouncy butt back and forth. His balls were drawn up tautly at the base of his upthrust, quivering shaft.

His method of tying her was only a temporary expedient. Now he climbed off the bed and walked to the bureau, his prick remaining high and hard. He opened the top drawer, which contained her stockings and undies. He took out two pairs of nylons and carried them back to the bed.

Sharon watched his every movement. She continually made sounds against the gag, but they were muffled and inarticulate. She was sick with dread.

Kneeling beside her once more, he removed the bond from her wrist and ankles, then twisted her onto her back. She made another attempt to get away, but her arms and legs were momentarily numb from having been held in a cramped position, and they refused to function effectively.

It was an easy matter for him to extend one of her arms to a head post and tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie the other arm to the opposite head post.

The circulation had returned to her legs by now, and she kicked vigorously. But with her arms tied to the bedposts, her movements were restricted, and Todd was able to avoid her thrashing legs.

His hard-on clung on as he watched her panty-sheathed hips bob and twist. The leg bands had pulled up between her buttcheeks, baring the undercurves of the plump, white mounds. A few cunt hairs had escaped along the edges of her panty crotch. These glistening tendrils were the same reddish-blonde shade as the hair on her head.

Todd decided that the time had come to remove her panties. Grinning pleasurably at the thought of the fun he had in store, he subdued her flailing legs, grasped the top of her panties with both hands, and slowly pulled them down.