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Chapter 2

The sudden, unexpected sound of footsteps on the stairs made Judy halt her nervous pacing and turn pale. She clutched at the neck of the rain coat that was her only clothing. It was the third tense day of hiding.

Until now the only sounds had been those she had made, the relentless drip-drip-drip of the decaying plumbing, and the mysterious and ominous rustling and gnawing sounds in the walls.

During the first terrifying night alone in the abandoned building, Judy had cursed the plot that had put her there. The entire project was in sane. Worse, by the time it was over, Judy was certain she herself would be insane.

Only the thought of what awaited her if she backed out kept her from leaving the apartment. The "Old Bastard" as she and Mike invariably referred to their stepfather, had no hesitations regarding corporal punishment. He applied his cane mercilessly for the slightest infraction. Staying out all night would have earned Judy a monumental beating, and no excuse would have been accepted, not even being kidnapped.

So, after that first night in the hideout, Judy was committed. Only the completion of the kidnapping hoax would get her off the hook. They had to convince the Old Bastard that she had really been kidnapped and was being held for ransom.

And if it was anyone other than one of her compatriots climbing the stairs at this point, the thing was ended before it really got started.

There was a soft knocking on the door and Judy stifled a scream. "Who is it?" she called out in a strangled voice.

"It's me, Mike," her brother replied, his voice muffled, but recognizable through the old door.

"Mike!" Judy squeaked, flying to the door, ignoring the way her raincoat flew open to expose her naked body. Her fingers were clumsy as she fumbled with the bolt, then slid the chain free. Jerking the door open, she flew into her brother's arms, pressing herself against him fiercely, her raincoat open, her bare body molded against him from neck to thigh.

Mike wrapped one arm around her, under the raincoat, and carried her back inside. Kicking the door closed, he wrapped his other arm around her. Their kiss turned abruptly from one of platonic brother-sister innocence to one of flaming, unbridled passion. Judy's body flamed with unexpected, incredible lust as she pressed her nude body against her brother's clothed one. Opening her thighs, she trapped one of his legs between them, driving her crotch against the hard muscles of his leg.

She writhed, grinding her naked, firm, young breasts against his hard chest, scrubbing her crotch painfully on his thigh. She drove her tongue deep in his mouth, savoring his taste, exploring his teeth, dueling with his tongue. She felt a hard knot growing against her belly and knew it was her brother's erection.

Mike's lust exploded into flame almost as quickly as his sister's had.

His cock hardened with lightning speed, straightening and stiffening painfully in his tight blue jeans. Judy's body was warm in his arms, her skin soft and silken under his exploring hands. He stroked his fingers down the length of her naked back under the raincoat, relishing the broad expanse of naked skin. Automatically, his hands found her lush buttocks, cupped and squeezed them, dragged her hips against his body.

He could feel her soft, but firm, breasts like twin pillows against his chest. Through his T-shirt he could feel the hard knots of her nipples digging into him.

Judy released her brother just long enough to shed the raincoat. Then she was again engulfing him with her arms, clinging to him with her long, sleek legs. The cool air of the room touched her naked body intimately, emphasizing the hot roughness of her brother's body against hers. His belt buckle was cold and sharp against her tender belly as she tried to mold herself to every angular contour of his frame. His fingers digging into her ass were glorious confirmation of the desire he had for her.

She had to touch his naked skin. She clutched at his T-shirt, hauling it up to bare his hard belly and strong chest, bunching it under his muscular arms. Then she ran her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his back, scratched her nails down the line of his backbone. His grip tightened on her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his hips jamming forward to ram the hardness of his erect cock into her tender stomach.

When she moved to drag his T-shirt up over his shoulders and head, he released her and lifted his arms. In a second she had him stripped to the waist. His hands clamped down on the soft, yielding mounds of her breasts as she attacked his belt buckle with one hand. With the other she was measuring the size of the erection buried in his pants. His belt open, she unbuttoned the single button on his pants, then ran the zipper down ward, watching eagerly as the fly of his blue jeans spread open.

His cock tipped outward, freed from its painful confinement, but still concealed by his underpants. Those underpants were strained by his powerful erection, and were clinging so tightly to his enormous prick that she could see the contours of its head, even the groove where it joined the shaft of his ready phallus. There was a dark wet stain where the material was stretched over the curving point of his prick.

Unhesitatingly, though hunger was making her shake uncontrollably, Judy pried her thumbs into the waistband of her brother's underpants. She hauled the elastic outward to clear the thrust of his hard cock. She shoved his underpants and jeans down in a ruthless tangle to expose his spearing shaft. She forced his clothes in a tangle down his muscular thighs, her eyes fastened on his prick.

It was gorgeous! A tower of blood-engorged muscle and gristle, a sculptured pale ivory tower capped with a curving pink glans. Like a jewel, gleaming at its tip, was a glittering drop of excited juice.

Judy tenderly stroked her fingers up the underside of her brother's prick, feeling the velvet soft skin shift over the iron-hard interior.

Her fingers reached the tip, and she let it drop. It swung inches in front of her bare midriff. The shining drop clung to her fingertips and formed a glittering chain that linked her with her brother.

The delicate touch of Judy's fingers on Mike's cock sent an earthquake of lust hammering through him. His pulse drummed in his ears. He massaged the firm mounds of his sister's breasts, warm and soft and delectable in his hands. Her pink nipples prodded at him, demanding attention. While he toyed delicately with her tender little buds, he feasted his eyes on the rest of her naked beauty. Her torso, tan and trim, tapered to a small waist. Then, below the hollow of her navel, her body swelled outward in womanly curves that belied her sixteen years.

Her belly curved inward, then there was the arch of her mons, then the thick bush of dark curling hair, and the deep, secret, dark vee between her lush thighs.

"God, you're beautiful," Mike whispered hoarsely.

"So are you," Judy answered huskily, her eyes still fastened on the cock she was fondling. She was going to have that marvelous shaft sunk in her hot vagina-soon. But right now she wanted to torment herself by resisting the fiery lust burning through her body. She wanted to torment her brother and assure herself that his desire for her was as great as her desire for him.

Kneeling humbly in front of her brother, Judy helped him out of his shoes and socks, then hauled his pants and underpants off. That done, she sat back on her heels, her gaze fastening again on his erect prick as it bobbed in front of her face. She knew he was staring down at her and sat with her back very straight to make her breasts, with their pert pink caps, stand out proudly. She knew he was looking between her sleek thighs at the dark mass of her pubic hair.

Slowly and tantalizingly, she spread her legs to let him see a little more of the secret, exciting dark bush. With her arms at her sides, she posed deliberately for him for a long exciting time. His cock swelled and pulsed with desire for her in visible confirmation of her power over him.

Then she broke the pose to reach forward and place her hands on his hairy thighs. She ran her hands upward, directly toward the goal of her desire. Her thumbs dipped between his legs, slipped between his scrotum and the insides of his thighs to dandle and massage his balls in their dark sac, then press inward and upward against the base of his cock.

She gripped the foundation of his powerful erection, steadying the towering pole bobbing in front of her face. She lifted it as she leaned to ward him. Spearing her tongue out, she tasted the hot metallic juice oozing from the slit of his hard prick. She licked at the rounded knob, bathed it with her tongue. Then she licked the shaft, moving slowly downward toward the base along the underside of the warm, rock-hard rod.

Lapping happily she bathed his entire cock with her tongue as if it were a popsicle. When the entire length of his phallus gleamed with her saliva, she took the head between her lips. Sucking eagerly, she spitted her head on his power-laden cock as tangible proof of her limitless devotion to him. She felt his hands on her head, relished the sensation of his fingers tangling in her thick, dark hair as she sucked his cock.

But this wasn't the way it was going to be, not this first time. She wasn't going to take her brother's load of steaming, thick semen in her stomach, she was going to have it poured into her vagina. Spitting his cock out, she drew back and struggled to her feet. Deliberately, slowly, her legs shaking with lust, she backed away from him toward the mattress. She lay back on the mattress, her legs spread, her knees bent, giving him an unhindered view of her gleaming slit. Sliding her hands up her sleek, tan torso, she tormented her own pale breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.

From halfway across the room she could see the hot gleam of lust in her brother's eyes. She relished the twitching cords of muscle that stood out in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on her. She licked her lips with excitement at the sight of still another ready drop of lubricant oozing from his cock.

Fire was lashing through Mike's body as he stood in the center of the room staring at his sister. He felt twenty feet tall as he towered over her, his eyes feasting on her nude voluptuous beauty. Her body was a picture of wanton lust, painted in shades of tan and white and pink and dark brown. She was spread on the squalid mat tress like a sacrifice on an altar. His cock felt ready to explode as he admired the graceful curves and hollows of his blood-kin sister.

"God, you are gorgeous," he whispered hungrily.

"Come," she ordered softly. She slid one hand down her belly, combed her fingers into her dark hairy vee, pressed one finger into the top of her slit, then pried her hairy labia open to expose her hot, shining, pink inner recesses. "Come."

Mike tottered across the room toward her and fell to his knees between her gaping thighs. He pressed his hands against her legs at her knees, then leaned forward and slid his fingers up along her hot flesh. Her body writhed at his touch, the muscles of her soft belly convulsing visibly. He slid his thumbs up into the twisting, wiry mass at her crotch. He pressed his thumbs against the soft, yielding lips of her vagina, then spread them open. She sank her fingers into the mattress at her sides. The pearly bud of her clitoris gleamed in the harsh light from the bare bulb in the ceiling of the dismal apartment.

Delicately, Mike tweaked that gleaming protrusion with one thumb. With his other he plumbed the opening of his sister's vagina. Her juices formed a hot, sticky coating on his fingers as he explored the pink, shining folds of her pussy.

Judy writhed ecstatically under her brother's intimate caresses. Fire blazed through her as he investigated her most intimate opening. The pressure of his thumb rasping over her clitoris made her whimper senselessly. The feeling of his other thumb stretching the folds of her vagina as he plumbed her dark hole made her spread her thighs even more widely.

Hot breath touched her tissues, drying her excited flow of juices into a flaming cold paste. God, he was going to do it! His tongue touched her clitoris and her hips jerked in mindless response. Her body bounced and writhed on the mattress as her brother fastened his mouth on her hungry crotch. His hands slid up the length of her twisting, naked, soft body to cup and fondle the soft mounds of her breasts.

She whimpered hungrily when his mouth left her crotch. His hard, hot body slid upward along hers. With his elbows braced on either side of her, he continued to mangle her breasts as he slid his chest up past her tender belly, then up still further to grind his hands down hard on her boobs. Finally he released her breasts and slid his hands under her shoulders and hauled himself down on her. He pressed the full length of his muscular frame against hers. Their mouths met in a devouring, demanding, soaking, hungry kiss. Teeth clashed and tongues dueled as Judy twined her legs with her brother's as he lay between her waiting thighs.

She felt his cock nestling at the gates of her vagina and held her breath in anticipation. She felt her labia wedge open as he humped his hips. Her pelvis writhed in expectation as she felt his first delicate penetration of her inner folds. Her clitoris was being crushed between them into a patch of fire that seemed to be spreading outward through her entire body.

Never retreating, he pumped his cock into his sister's sex, feeling her hot tissue enfold his shaft.

Judy felt her vagina driven open by her brother's towering organ and wrapped her arms around his strong body. She hugged him to her, trying to engulf him with her entire being.

"Aaaawww," she growled. "You're so biiiggg."

Mike responded with a wordless, gargling growl as he felt his prick being swallowed by his sister's clinging, steaming vagina. With a final drive he sank his cock full depth in her juicy hole.

"Oooohhh, Michael," Judy sighed ecstatically. She was stuffed full, glutted with his wonderful phallus. She felt gorged with cock. But the demanding itch deep in her guts was undeniable evidence that the best was yet to come.

Mike drew his cock out and powered it back home with a smooth movement of his hips. The feeling of her hot flesh sliding past the skin of his cock sent fire slashing through his body.

The sensation of being emptied of cock and then filled again with it wrung a mindless cry from Judy. The impact of Mike's pubic arch cracking her clitoris against her pubic bone was like the flash of a primer in a bullet.

"Aaaag-g-gain," she urged, frantically clutching his muscular buttocks, spurring him on with her fingernails in the fleshy cheeks of his ass.

Mike didn't need to be told. He was drawing back already, then ramming his prick home in his sister's eager belly. He stroked his huge hard cock in the velvety glove of her vagina, feeling her flesh cling to his, feeling her folds envelop his pistoning cock. He felt the semen pooling in his groin, accumulating for the final, pulsing, powering thrust deep into her body. He fought down his orgasm, praying that he could hold back long enough to lift his sister for her own cumming.

Judy's gasping whisper relieved his worry on that score. The years of bottled-up desire for her brother were exploding through her in an unbelievable climax.

"I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, cummiiinnnggggg."

Judy's body arched, her heels and shoulders driving into the mattress as her pelvis lifted the mass of her brother clear in the air. As her orgasm roared through her she tried to take his entire body in through the small opening of her vagina.

The muscle-straining convulsion of Judy's body was the final stimulus for Mike's lust. His body reacted explosively, his buttocks convulsing and jerking as he poured his semen into her. Wad after wad of searing cum bulleted the length of his cock and sprayed deep into his sister's vagina. His body quivered with the recoil as he filled her with his gooey sperm. His muscles tensing, he did his best to climb right inside his sister's body as he hosed her insides with his fluids.

The brother and sister on the tattered mattress strained at each other for long, quivering moments, then slowly slumped in exhaustion as their climaxes faded.

Judy inhaled deeply, her chest aching deliciously from the weight of her beloved brother on her ribs. She felt the last hesitant quivers of his prick in her body as it drained itself of the final lingering drop of semen. She hugged him against her, tangled his legs with hers and clung to him as her orgasm slowly faded. She was exhausted and totally content.

"Jesus!" Mike sighed as he recovered.

"Oh, Mike," Judy sighed ecstatically.

"Christ, you're good," Mike muttered into her hair.

"You were magnificent," Judy told him happily. "Oh, Mike, I love you so much."

"But I'm your brother," Mike mumbled, not lifting his head.

"So what? Aren't I supposed to love my brother?" Judy argued.

"Not this way," Mike muttered woefully. "This is incest."

Judy hugged him tightly. "Incest-shimincest, who cares? Do you realize that I've wanted to have you fuck me for years?"

Mike pushed up from her, astonished. "You have?"

"Sure I have. I've always had the hots for you. I've always thought you were the handsomest, most desirable stud around," Judy informed him. All her reservations had been destroyed by the carnal linking with her brother.

"But it's wrong," Mike insisted.

"So is extortion," Judy pointed out glibly.

Mike lowered himself on her again, hugging her warmly. "Know what?"

"No, what?" Judy asked. She was concentrating on the feel of his cock, shriveled now, barely nestled between the labia of her pussy.

"I've wanted you, too," he confessed.

"You have?" Judy was astonished.

"Uh huh, I have," Mike assured her.

"But-I thought," Judy stuttered.

"You thought what?"

"I thought you thought I was just a little kid," Judy went on.

"You haven't been a little kid since you were thirteen and started getting tits," Mike retorted. "For a while there you were always running around the house half-naked. Drove me crazy!"

"I was trying to," Judy admitted, "but you didn't do anything. You always got involved with drippy girls like Cynthia instead."

"Cynthia's not drippy," Mike argued.

Judy wriggled under her brother, thrusting with her pelvis. "Is she as good as I am?"

As he rolled off Judy, Mike admitted that she wasn't. "But she's not bad," he added quickly.

Judy stretched out on her back, arching her spine gracefully as she posed delectably for her brother. "She's skinny," Judy noted maliciously.

Mike ran his eyes down the lush, nude length of Judy's body. Her breasts were begging for more attention. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and cupped one pink and white mound with his hand. As he thumbed Judy's nipple, he answered. "Compared with you she is."

Judy let her eyes close, loving the sensation of having her body fondled by her brother. Warm trickles of fire seeped through her as he tortured her tit. With the knee away from her brother bent, her other leg straight, she knew her sex was open to him.

"How's Paul?" Mike asked as he toyed with Judy's naked body, pinching and rolling her nipple with his fingers.

"Mmmmm? He's okay," Judy answered. "But you're better. "Ohhh." She sighed happily as he tormented her nipple.

"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with saliva.

As Judy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of Mike's crotch. She fumbled through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers around it she felt a sticky crust on his warm flesh from their first coupling. As she squeezed the rubbery cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down on her brother's cock.

Mike was suckling happily on Judy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple between his teeth, then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.

Judy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped Mike's cock in her fist, then squeezed it to test its hardness.

She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of Mike's blood pouring into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his hardening staff.

Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Judy's breast, Mike slid one hand down to her stomach. She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger deep in her belly but ton, Mike wiggled it in her guts.

"Oooooaaaww," Judy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of Mike's bludgeon-like masculine tool.

Mike gnawed on Judy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it.

His jaw muscles clenched as he resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.

Judy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint, relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.

She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good his cock had tasted earlier, saliva flooded her mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.

Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.

Mike pressed his hand down on Judy's sex, crushing the curls against the warm mound. He felt her labia mash to a pulp under his fingers as he cupped her crotch warmly. Her vagina tried to suck his finger inside, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to raise her to an even higher point before he gave her that. Cupping her sex carefully, he massaged her expertly, making his fingers wriggled rhythmically. His center two fingers threatened to plunge into her body, but he held them back. He ground his palm down on the arch of her pubic bone. He knew he was crushing her clitoris against that hard arch.

Judy's legs spread wider, her knee dropped sideways to open the heart of her sex to her brother's exploration. She was still fondling his cock, more carefully now, so as to prevent a premature explosion. With her other hand she touched the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the thick brown curls there.

"Oh, Mike," she whispered softly. "Dear, dear Mike."

"MMMmmm," Mike replied, his wordless hum drumming through her body as he kept his mouth pressed to her breast. Leaning toward her, he pressed the length of his body against her side.

The feel of Mike's warm, strong body pressing against her gave Judy a marvelous feeling. In response she rolled toward him slightly.

Under the harsh light, brother and sister fondled each other intimately, his hand at her crotch, her hand gripping his powerful cock. Her small hand was dwarfed by his massive tool. His hand was huge and solid-looking as it completely covered her pubic vee. His head shifted and moved as he devoured her breast.

Then, slowly and tantalizingly, one of his fingers vanished into the dark, wet opening of her sex. He drove his longest finger deep into his sister's soggy opening, sinking it out of sight in her vagina.

Judy's head rolled and twisted as she felt her body being invaded by his finger. It was small, so much smaller than the cock she wanted, knew she was going to get. But that single finger probing the heart of her sex was wonderful, capable of things no cock could do.

Mike wiggled his finger deep in the hot, clinging, wet folds of Judy's channel. He pressed his hand down on her sex hard, trying to touch bottom with the tip of his finger though he knew that was impossible. He wiggled his finger hard in that drenching socket. His other fingers were back between her buttocks and he dug them into the soft pliable flesh there and again tried to touch bottom in her vagina. Her crotch was soaked, hot, and sticky with her juices and the overflow from his original cumming in her.

Judy couldn't take it any longer. She had to have more in her. Just a finger probing her vagina wasn't enough. She rolled toward her brother without releasing his cock. Forcing his head up and away from her breast, she pressed the warm, soft length of her body against his. She threw one thigh over his hips and maneuvered her hips toward his.

Their hands were trapped between them as they came together. At last Mike withdrew his sticky fingers from her crotch and Judy guided the head of his cock to her now empty opening. She squirmed her hips down on the curving point of his ready phallus before letting go of it. Then she yielded to a wanton impulse and slipped two experienced fingers into the upper end of her crevice. Finding her clitoris, she rolled it against the bone backdrop it had, while working Mike's prick up into her vagina.

Lying on their sides, the two teenagers coupled again, Mike's cock sinking deep into his sister's hot, wet opening. Her hand was trapped between the sticky, wet hairy tangles of their crotches. Her fingertips worked at her clitoris, rolling and pinching that miniature penis, her knuckles digging into Mike's body as they moved.

Mike moved, driving his cock deep into Judy's body. The feel of her hand between them as she played with herself was an incredibly erotic sensation. He didn't know if it was the knowledge of what she was doing to herself, or the feel of her knuckles digging in to his own groin that was so great. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was sunk in her and she was engulfing him and they were linked again, siamesed by his cock in her guts.

Mike shifted, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then driving it deep into her pussy again. His body crushed her hand against her, and still she managed to wriggle the tips of her fingers in insane stimulation of her clit.

Judy's body was bathed in fire. She didn't know what had led her to start stimulating her own clitoris. But now that she was doing it, the sensation was magnificent. The feeling of his cock in her belly was a magical fullness. The pinching and rolling she was giving her own clitoris was better than simple intercourse could ever be. And this wasn't the simple, mindless pinching of her clit between two pubic arches, this was a sophisticated torture of her nerve-filled little button.

But it took concentration, too much concentration. Her mind was sinking into a fog of total pleasure. Finally, what she needed more than her fingers on her clit was her brother's entire cock buried full-depth in her vagina. Her hand was in the way. She wrestled it out of the trap between her and Mike, drove it under his side and clutched at him as she jammed her hips for ward to spit herself more completely on his prick.

Mike pounded his cock in Judy's vagina, pistoning harder and harder.

With her hand out from between them he was able to press his entire body tightly against hers, crushing her breasts flat against his chest.

The two youngsters struggled against each other in a carnal reverse of a tug-of-war, striving to make their two bodies one. Judy clawed at her brother's back as he rammed his masculine spear into her guts. She tried her best to get herself run through on that powerful tower.

She felt Mike stiffen and ram at her harder and pulled him tight against herself as he climaxed. Her own orgasm roared through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that burst over her consciousness. Mike poured his semen into her belly, his body convulsing with every powerful shot. Se men oozed from around his prick to form a thick glue between them, sticking their warm bodies together, even as their exhausted muscles were slumping into quivering relaxation.

Judy clung tightly to Mike until his prick was a withered remnant nestled between the lips of her pussy. Then she rolled onto her back and savored the feeling of cum drying on her thighs and belly. She felt her brother roll onto his back. Side by side they lay on the mattress, their eyes closed, their chests heaving with exhaustion.

"Mike?" she ventured at last.

"Hmmmm?"

"When this is all over, when we have the money, let's go away together."

"Mmmm," Mike replied noncommittally.

"With our share we could go far away, where no one knew we were brother and sister, couldn't we?" she asked.

"Maybe," Mike admitted.

"We couldn't get married," Judy mused. "They ask for birth certificates and junk like that. But we could live together just like we were married, couldn't we?"

"Uh huh," Mike agreed.

"Well, would you like to?" Judy asked.

"What about Paul and Cynthia and Harry?" Mike asked.

"What about them?" Judy answered. "We can dump them."

"But we need their help," Mike replied.

"Right now we do," Judy acknowledged. "But when it's all over we won't.

They can go their way, and we can go ours. Right?"

"I guess so," Mike agreed. He struggled to his feet. "I've got to be going. I just came by to see how you were."

"I'm fine, now," Judy assured him, getting to her feet. "I'll need some groceries tomorrow, though. Milk and bread and peanut butter at least."

Mike fastened his belt. "I'll have Paul bring them by."

"Couldn't you do it?" Judy asked unhappily. Mike shook his head. "No.

We're hitting 'em with the first ransom note tonight and they'll be watching me too closely. I'll come as soon as I can."

"Okay," Judy agreed unhappily. She didn't bother to reach for the raincoat, folding her arms under her breasts. "How about some clothes, too?"

"I'll see what I can do," Mike answered. He looked at her adoringly.

"God, you are beautiful."

"Oh, Mike, I love you," Judy exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms.

"I love you, too, Sis," he answered, wrapping his arms around her. After a long clinging moment, he pushed her away.

"One thing," he cautioned.

"What's that?"

"Don't let Paul or Cynthia or Harry get wind of this or the whole deal could go sour. Okay? Until we've actually got the cash in hand we'll have to play it very, very cool. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good." Mike sighed. "I'll have Paul come by tomorrow with the food, and some clothes, if possible."

Judy stared at the closed door for a moment, then strolled languidly back to the mattress. It had a large wet stain. Ignoring that, she lay on her back, arms behind her head, a smile on her lips. In moments she was asleep.

A slow trickle of cum oozed from her vagina to add to the wet spot on the makeshift bed.