Michael Rennie
Hungry For Sister

Chapter 1

Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.

At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response.

She felt the bulbous head of his engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.

In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.

Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile, framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now? Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.

Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul, stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.

"There enough time?" Paul asked, his fingers sinking into Judy's firm young breasts through her thin T-shirt. Her nipples were hard, hot knots digging at his hands as he massaged the lush hemispherical mounds of warm flesh.

"There's plenty of time," she answered, rubbing her fingers over his nipples, then under his arms to tickle the curling hair in his armpits.

"How long does it take to make love?"

"You know I like to make it last a long time," Paul countered, even while he was pulling her shirt up to bare her sleek midriff. The underside of her breasts came into view. There was just the faintest hint of a crease under the firm, full globes. Her tan ended where her bikini usually covered her breasts. Her skin was pale and flaw less. He bunched the cotton of her T-shirt still more, entirely exposing the lower half of her breasts. He ran his thumbs against her rib cage, along the curving crease of her breasts. Sliding his thumbs upward, he felt her flesh yield to his gentle pressure. Pressing his thumbs up under her T-shirt, he found the hard bumps of her nipples. He flicked the tense, rubbery buds, loving the feel of them bouncing and shivering from his stimulation.

Judy tipped her head back, slitting her eyes as fire lashed through her body. Spreading her bare feet shoulder width apart, she set her graceful legs for stability as lust threatened to collapse her prematurely. Her hips tilted, thrusting her pussy forward in an instinctive gesture of raunchy need. Paul's fingers were hard and rough against her tender skin as he tormented her passion knotted tits. She licked lips that were suddenly dry and hot, then lifted her arms over her head in invitation to the youth fondling her breasts.

He stripped her shirt up over her head and off with a quick gesture that tousled her curly black, shoulder-length hair and made her dangly earrings dance wildly. Judy combed her dark curls back with her fingers, arching her spine and thrusting her firm, young breasts forward, feeling the cool air of the small apartment brush her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard, demanding, pink peaks on the alluring pale globes of her breasts.

Paul's hands gripped her breasts tightly, even a trace cruelly, as he sank his fingers into the yielding mounds. Her nipples drilled eagerly into his hard palms. Her skin was a deep tan, a tan made more emphatic by the paleness of her untanned breasts. Paul's strong, blunt fingers dug into this pallid skin. Her tits poked shyly out from between his fingers and he closed them to pinch the taut pink buds between them.

As lust fires roared through Judy, melting her muscles, she reached for Paul's belt. Deftly she got his big buckle open, then unbuttoned the top of his faded blue jeans. A curling line of fine light brown hair arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his underpants. Gripping the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, Judy ran it down over the hard bulge of his cock which was still covered by the strained white cotton of his jockey shorts.

Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his jeans down around his calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the tight pants. Right in front of her face, covered still by his underpants, was his powerfully erect cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had escaped from the leg openings of his underpants. His cock was like a tent pole, straining for release.

As she knelt at his feet, Judy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery, delicate fingers she stroked the rigid tower of his prick through his underpants. A dark wet stain spread from the peak of that tower. The cords of muscle in Paul's throat stood out with the strain as he combed his fingers through Judy's curling hair.

Deliberately taunting both Paul and herself, Judy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid, sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.

Finally Judy couldn't stand the strain any longer and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Paul's underpants. After pulling the elastic out as far as she could, she hauled downward. As she did the stiff shaft of his cock sought escape. It was as if it could see the light. It lifted its rounded head, and looked at the ceiling.

The first Judy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She hauled the elastic of Paul's underpants downward, exposing more and more of his cock, the white pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the groove curved up ward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core.

And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls of his pubic hair.

The shaft of Paul's cock lowered steadily as his underpants were drawn downward, until it was aimed straight at Judy's face. Without flinching away from it, she hauled his last garment down the rest of the way, exposing his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.

Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she got to her feet. She fondled the rock-hard tower, feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it greedily.

Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, just over the top of her shorts, as if ready to fuck her in the belly button.

Paul reached for the button and zipper of her shorts, reaching around her arms and fingers as she fondled his erection. The zipper rumbled down toward her crotch and curling black hair sprang into view. She had been relishing the feeling of the crotch of her hacked-off blue jeans sawing into the tender flesh of her pussy. Now the lack of underpants paid another bonus-the feel of chill air striking straight at the heart of her sex as her shorts were hauled down.

Judy had to let go of Paul's cock when he knelt in front of her to strip her shorts down her graceful, tanned, sleek legs. She lifted first one foot, then the other, out as he held the shorts. Then he slid his hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.

Judy sucked in her breath involuntarily as Paul's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris. Then Paul stood up and guided her toward the studio couch. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled covers of the narrow bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as she lay on her back.

And she had feasted her eyes on Paul's stocky, powerful young frame. As he had stood over her his cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall.

Then he had been on her and that wayward vision of her brother had flashed through Judy's mind. Why here and now did she have to see that?

Why here and now, with Paul's cock sunk in her streaming vagina did she have to fight down memories of her brother's face, looking older than his seventeen years, of his tall, lean body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the jutting cock that she had caught only quick glimpse of.

Then Paul's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Judy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Paul pistoned his cock in her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against her tender young skin. Lust raged through her.

Paul thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Judy had frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponding under him as the hot folds of her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight young vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his attention was concentrated on the feel of her young body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her clinging, slick, wet folds.

Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of baby fat, and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each other's bodies.

Judy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words were streaming from her lips as she urged Paul on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."

Paul saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts. The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking themselves to pump hot semen into Judy's hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cummiiinnngggg," Judy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer lust as fire seared through her young body.

And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the face of her brother, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.

Paul was beyond caring what the girl under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk.

Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts, his muscles straining against hers as he fought to spit her completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, then they both relaxed simultaneously. Judy was pinned like a bug under Paul's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender thighs.

A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Judy's forehead as she nestled her chin on Paul's shoulder and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths, leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.

Suddenly there was a thunderous bang at the door of the apartment. Paul rolled off Judy, his cock whipping free of her pussy.

"Shit!" he exploded, rolling catlike to his feet and turning toward the door.

Judy half raised herself on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness.

The door slammed open, the jamb splintering and the doorknob chipping plaster off the wall. Two grotesque figures charged into the room, heavy pistols gripped in their hands.

Without a word, the larger of the two invaders swung his pistol backhand, catching Paul on the side of his head and sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall. As he slumped down to the floor, his eyes glazed, the smaller, more slender apparition yanked open the closet door and jerked a raincoat off a hanger.

Judy got to her feet just in time to catch the thrown raincoat in her bare stomach.

Both of the intruders' heads were covered with ski masks, knitted hoods with eye holes and mouth holes and garish patterns. They wore identical outfits, blue jeans and black ribbed turtle necks, the man's clinging to a slender, muscular torso, the girl's hugging her small, shy breasts.

Judy slipped the raincoat on over her naked body. A gun was aimed at her head, then her arms were gripped by the two kidnappers. She darted a frightened glance over at Paul just as she was hauled out of the apartment. The boy she had just lain with was shaking his head, his eyes foggy as he fought to clear his mind.

Then Judy was being shoved and hustled down the stairs to the street.

Bright sunshine glared down on the three figures as they crossed the sidewalk and hurtled into the back seat of a waiting car. Judy had a brief impression of startled witnesses just before the car door was slammed closed and the vehicle roared away from the curb, leaving black stripes of rubber as it burned out.

In the back seat Judy and two of the kidnappers were thrown sideways in a heap as the third one jerked the car around a corner before assuming a more reasonable pace that blended with the traffic.

On one side of Judy the man tucked the gun in the waist of his pants, then hauled the ski mask up and off. He was grinning widely, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he laughed. He shook his head, the curling rings of his dark hair stringy with sweat.

"Christ, those masks are hot!" he swore.

"Shit, yes," the girl on the other side of Judy agreed, combing the tangles out of her shoulder-length, streaked, blonde hair.

Judy folded her arms under her breasts and glared at her brother angrily. "Did you have to hit Paul so hard?" she demanded.

"Had to make it look real," Mike answered, grinning at his sister. "Take it easy, Harry, we don't want to get a traffic ticket at this point."

"I am taking it easy," the driver growled.

"If we're going to get your stepfather to cough up," the girl put in,

"we have to make it look real. Right?"

"Yeah," Judy agreed. "But did you have to hit Paul so hard, Mike? He looked like he was really hurt."

Mike Wright snorted at his sister's concern. "His head's too hard for a knock like that to do any lasting damage. He looked really surprised when we popped in. How'd you manage that?"

Judy giggled. "Couldn't you tell? I distracted him. He didn't know for sure when you guys were coming anyway. I figured we might as well have a good time while we were waiting."

"You were having a good time, all right," Mike agreed.

"Yeah," Cynthia Van Camp agreed sourly. "While Mike and I were sweating in those masks, you and Paul were balling. You were both stark naked."

Judy curbed her natural animosity toward the other girl. She had never been able to understand what her brother, Mike, saw in the slender blonde. Cynthia was a year older than Judy, but had the body of a girl two years younger-thirteen or fourteen-rather than the seventeen she really was.

"You're just jealous," Judy said mildly.

"Of Paul Cooper?" Cynthia shot back. "Not bloody likely. Not with your brother to service me, I'm not."

Judy felt an explosive surge of jealousy at this comment.

"Okay, okay," Mike soothed, sensing Judy's threatened explosion. "We've all got to work together to pull this off, so let's not have any of that shit."

"Paul's good," Judy fumed uselessly.

"What's the program now?" Cynthia asked, changing the subject.

"Harry found a little place across town," Mike answered. "We take Judy there and she holes up for a few days. That way the Old Bastard'll sweat a little wondering what's happened to her."

"What about Mom?" Judy asked.

Mike shrugged. "She'll sweat, too. Won't be any more than she deserves for marrying him in the first place, right?"

"She only married him for his money," Judy argued.

"Maybe she did, and maybe she didn't," Mike answered. "We don't know for sure. Anyway, what difference does it make? How much has he given her?"

"Not much," Judy agreed.

"Right. So, you stay holed up for a few days until he gets really worried. Cynthia and I and Harry and Paul will go on like we had nothing to do with it. Your kidnapping will be a terrible shock to your brother and friends. When the Old Bastard's worried enough, we'll hit him with the ransom demand."

Judy pouted slightly. "He won't worry about me. He never has liked me-or you, for that matter."

"True," Mike agreed. "But Mom will be going out of her skull with worry, and she'll go to work on him. Don't worry, he'll sweat. Even if he doesn't really care about you himself, Mom'll make him care."

"And then," Cynthia put in, "we hit him with the ransom note. His precious stepdaughter is in danger of being slowly carved to pieces if he doesn't fork over two hundred thousand dollars to the evil kidnappers. Just think of her tender young body at the mercies of vicious criminals." The slender girl chuckled delightedly.

Judy eyed the blonde distastefully. She had the feeling that Cynthia wouldn't mind at all if something like that really did happen to her.

"There anyone following us?" Mike asked.

"Naw," Harry answered. "I been keeping a close eye out. Everything's cool back there. But we sure left a lot of witnesses gaping, I can tell you that."

"So, what did they see, right?" Mike shot back. "You kept your face hidden, didn't you?"

"Of course I did," Harry shot back. "But I sure wish I'd had a ski mask."

"That would have looked real innocent," Mike retorted. "A man in a ski mask sitting behind the wheel of a car in broad daylight, in Los Angeles, in the middle of summer. Cripes."

Judy surreptitiously snuggled against Mike, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. She also enjoyed the fact that she was between him and Cynthia. "How long will I have to stay hidden?"

Mike shrugged. "Depends on how long it takes us to get the money. We'll let him sweat for about three days before we send him the ransom note. I figure it'll take maybe a week or so."

"All alone?" Judy asked, dismayed.

"Of course not," Mike answered. "We'll bring you food and stuff."

"Here we are, folks," Harry announced.

"Anyone around?" Mike asked nervously, peering up and down the street.

"All clear," Harry reported, getting out of the car. "I'll get the front door."

The other three waited until Harry had the downstairs door of the dingy apartment house open, then made a quick dash from the car to the cool shade of a narrow hallway. With Harry leading the way, they headed up a creaking flight of stairs. The decaying building was one of a row awaiting the wrecker's ball. The area was being cleared as part of an urban renewal program.

"This is the best room in the house," Harry announced, throwing a door open.

Judy stepped in, her heart sinking. The room was bare except for a rickety wooden chair and a mattress on the floor. A small kitchenette occupied an alcove on one side of the room, and next to it a door was open on a minuscule bathroom.

"It's awful," Judy said miserably.

"It's perfect," Mike replied.

"Better than we hoped for," Harry agreed. "This is the only building in the block where the electricity's still on. I don't know why. Maybe they're going to use it as a headquarters when they start tearing 'em all down. The refrigerator isn't much, but it works. There's food for a couple of days in it."

"Mike, it's awful," Judy repeated, turning to her brother for help.

"It's only for a few days, Sis," he assured her. "We'll probably have to move you just to be safe anyway."

"I'll bet it has rats," Cynthia observed gloatingly.

Mike shot the blonde girl an angry glance. "Nonsense," he argued.

"Honest, Sis, I wouldn't leave you here if I didn't think it was safe.

Okay?"

"You'll come and visit me?" she asked timidly.

"Of course," he assured her.

"There's a hot plate for cooking," Harry pointed out. "And the plumbing works, if you don't put too much strain on it. Don't let any light show at night or someone might spot it and get suspicious, okay?"

Judy thought of sitting alone in the dark in the dismal apartment and shivered.

"Don't worry," Mike assured her, checking the window. "It's boarded up tight. You can use a light if you want."

"I'll probably keep it on all night," Judy observed nervously.

"We better split," Harry pointed out. "If we're here too long someone may spot the car."

"Come on, Mike," Cynthia urged impatiently.

"Someone come and see me tomorrow?" Judy pleaded, feeling that even Cynthia might be welcome by then.

Mike gripped his sister's arms firmly, trying to reassure her. "It'll be a couple of days, but someone'll come, okay? We can't come right away or they might get suspicious. Just hang loose, okay?"

Judy nibbled on her lower lip nervously. Then she lurched up, wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him a quick kiss. For a beautiful fleeting moment she felt the long, sturdy length of his body against hers through the raincoat that still was her only covering.

"Okay," she agreed, reluctantly letting him go. Over his shoulder she could see Cynthia fidgeting in the doorway impatiently.

"Don't open the door to anybody but one of us," Mike cautioned.

"Don't worry," she assured him fervently. "See you in a couple of days, Sis," Mike told her.

"Right."

After the door closed behind them, leaving her alone in the tiny abandoned apartment, she thought she could hear ominous rustlings in the walls. Chewing her thumb nervously, she paced the floor, feeling gritty dust under her bare feet. She didn't even have a television or a radio to break the nerve-wracking silence.