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Chapter 3

Stretched out on her back on the mattress, Judy wore the raincoat for no reason other than it was the only thing she had to wear. The apartment had a tendency to be uncomfortably warm, even during the night. Now, during the day, it was hot.

Lying on her back, the raincoat spread wide open, Judy stared dreamily at the ceiling. Her young breasts were so firm they spread little. The pert, pink peaks of her nipples pointed to ward the ceiling. The ripples of her ribs were barely visible under her tan smooth skin. With her arms behind her head, her stomach was sucked in flat and tight. Her legs were spread slightly, her feet shoulder width apart. The twisting, kinky pubic hair was stringy and matted with hers and her brother's cum.

She was still dreaming of the glorious linking with Mike the previous day. Since she had been old enough to be interested in boys, she had been interested in her brother. In her bedroom alone at night she had dreamed of him. Before she had lost her virginity, shortly after her fourteenth birthday, her dreams had been youthfully innocent. At first they had involved only kissing, then, as she grew more experienced, petting. Her reveries about Mike had matched the pace of her own experience.

She had first really been kissed by a boy when she turned twelve. The boy had been thirteen. When his tongue had first touched her lips she had been shocked. But instead of drawing back in disgust, she had been curious and had opened her mouth to the invasion. The fire that had slashed through her as she had let him explore her mouth had astonished her. When bathing herself and touching herself she had felt portents of sexual excitement. But that a kiss could trigger similar fires had been a revelation to her. Her little nipples on her still undeveloped breasts had hardened like little rocks inside her party dress.

So, late that night, at home in her room alone, Judy had relived that kiss. Only this time she was being kissed by her brother. The kiss had gone on and on and on in Judy's mind, and it had felt better and better and better.

But, that had been all she had imagined then, because that had been all she knew.

After that first searing kiss, the parties Judy had gone to had changed.

Suddenly the lights had a habit of going out. Instead of the girls gathering in one giggling knot and the boys in another, they had paired off. That first kiss had been the result of a game of Spin-The-Bottle.

Now no games were played since no excuses were needed. There were still giggles in the darkness, but they were different giggles, excited giggles, breathy wet giggles of awakening passion.

Then at one party the boy kissing Judy had slid one shy hand around from Judy's back to her side, then to her front. Judy had gulped, knowing that something was coming, and hadn't broken the wet sucking kiss. She had held her breath as the boy had hesitantly worked his way upward.

Judy's breasts had begun to develop by this time and she was wearing her first bra. The boy's hand had covered one hesitant mound, the barely perceptible rise of a growing breast, and renewed flames had rushed through Judy. Instinctively, she knew that the soft rise could be felt by the boy. Her nipple had tried to bore its way to freedom right through the bra. There was a funny burning tightness down between her legs and the muscles way down low on her stomach quivered tautly.

While the boy had pressed and rubbed her chest with his hand, Judy had clung to him frantically. An earthquake of lust had rocked her to her young core. It was a monster jump in experience from her first kiss, six months earlier.

And, just as before, in her bed alone that night Judy had carefully relived the experience. Again, it was her brother's hand she imagined on her budding breast. The itchy tightness down between her legs had grown again. Spreading her legs as she lay on her back under the covers, she had pulled her nightie up to expose herself all the way up to her waist.

Her hips had squirmed excitingly all by themselves. She had pressed her own hands on her chest while imagining it was her brother's hands. It had taken a very long time to get to sleep that night.

And, bit by bit, her experience had grown. One boy had fumbled at the buttons of her sweater. Then, reaching nervously inside, he had captured the bra-covered hill of one breast with his hand. That night Judy had imagined her brother doing the same thing.

The main trouble had been that, until now, Mike had always treated her as some kind of pest. Well, more like until their mother had remarried, really. Opposition to the marriage and to their stepfather had forged an alliance of sorts against a common enemy.

But still, Mike had shown no interest in her as a girl. He had had his own girlfriends. Usually he had gone his own way on dates, and Judy had gone hers. Once in a while they would double. But then, if it was a beach party, Mike and his girl would go off to a lonely stretch of the beach, and Judy and her date would go off to another. Judy always wondered just how far her brother went those times. He was older, not quite a year and a half older, so probably he did go farther than she did. But how far was that? Did he go "all the way"?

By the time Judy was thirteen and a half she had a respectable pair of breasts. At beach par ties, or in darkened rooms, she would let boys bare her to the waist so they could pay proper attention to her budding boobies. At beach par ties Judy would lie on her back, letting the moon light play over her graceful torso while the boy would massage and squeeze her breasts, pinch and roll her nipples.

Even while she had been savoring the exquisite pleasure, Judy would be wondering what her brother was doing. He was fifteen. Was he doing "it" with his dates? Judy now knew what doing "it" consisted of. She even knew what an erect prick looked like, and she knew what one felt like in her hand. But what would it feel like in her body?

She had really wanted it to be her brother that showed her. She had dreamed constantly of lying on her back, legs spread and knees bent while her brother settled himself between her thighs. Then he would aim the head of his cock at her virgin slit and sink it deep into her streaming opening. Naturally, there wouldn't be any pain-just pure, glorious, loving pleasure.

But, in spite of her best efforts to get him interested in her, he had seemed oblivious to her charms. She had given him glimpses of herself in her underwear. She had made certain he saw her with just her underpants on, her sweet young breasts exposed, her pert pink nipples rigid with excitement. Mike had glanced at her, then looked away.

So, finally, Judy had deliberately strolled back to her room from her bath stark naked. She had waited at the bathroom door until Mike was coming down the hall toward his room, then stepped out into the hall and walked right toward him. She had tried to project an aura of sensuality as she slowly strolled past him. She had seen his eyes sweep up and down her nude body, picking out her breasts and her crotch, her belly where it was slowly shedding its baby fat, the long graceful line of her sleek legs.

She had paused and looked coyly back over her shoulder, trying to put the blatant need she felt in her gaze. Mike had slammed the bathroom door shut violently and she had heard the lock snap.

Furious, she had stamped into her room and slammed her own door loudly.

Right then she had decided that if he didn't want her it would serve him right if she let her current boyfriend take her virginity.

Which her current beau had done, clumsily and painfully, on their next date. From the beginning of their necking session, Judy had been climbing all over him. She had made certain he knew just where they were heading. Instead of waiting for him to put his hand on her breast, she had taken it and placed it there herself. She had unbuttoned her own sweater and stripped it off. She had taken her bra off. As he had bent his head to kiss and suck on her nipple, she had unfastened her shorts and skinned them off, then her panties.

It had been the first time she had been naked with a boy. That had come at a wild party during a game of "chicken". Someone would get under a blanket and start taking off their clothes until they chickened out.

Then they would come out from under the blanket and dash out of the room to the bedroom where their clothes had been taken. Like the other girls;

Judy had gotten down to her bra and panties easily. Then, shaking with excitement, she had taken off her bra and handed it out from under the blanket. It had been greeted with hoots of excitement, and then a tense silence. Shaking even harder, Judy had skinned her panties down her legs and off-and handed them out. There had been dead silence. After a nerve-wracking pause, Judy had slipped out from under the blanket and walked slowly out of the room. Once in the bedroom she had slammed the door behind her and collapsed.

So, the night Judy had lost her virginity it hadn't been a giant leap, but rather, a short step. Unfortunately, there hadn't been any body-burning excitement. There had been a "serves Mike right" feeling that had done nothing to lubricate her vagina. The penetration had been painful and unsatisfying. The boy had cum almost immediately, while Judy had felt little. It had been extraordinarily disappointing.

And now, Judy realized, as she lay on the mattress in the hideout, it didn't need to have been that way. Mike had noticed her. Her brother had been excited by her, and interested in her. But, because she was his sister, he had ignored her, carefully resisted having her.

But now, at last, that was all over. Mike had finally had her. His resistance had been broken and Judy had gotten what she had wanted for so long. And she would have him in the future, again and again and again. They would take their share of the money and go away and live together as husband and wife, instead of brother and sister. Together she and Mike would have eighty thousand dollars, which would be plenty to begin their life together.

Judy was jarred out of the happy contemplation of her future by a knock on the door. She was abruptly reminded that they didn't have the money yet.

"It's me, Paul," Paul called from the far side of the door.

"Oh," Judy answered, both relieved and disappointed. She was relieved it wasn't the police, but disappointed it wasn't Mike. Pulling the rain coat tight around herself, she went to open the door for her boyfriend.

"Hi," Paul greeted her. He was carrying a small sack and a tape recorder was slung over his shoulder.

"Hi," Judy replied, relocking the door. She wondered exactly what she had seen in Paul. Then she reminded herself that he was good in bed. Not as good as Mike, of course, but not bad.

"Brought you some groceries," Paul announced unnecessarily as he put the sack on the counter in the kitchenette. He unslung the recorder and set it aside.

"Did you bring me any clothes?" Judy asked. Paul shook his head.

"Couldn't. How would I explain running around town with a bunch of girl's clothes under my arm?"

"Did you bring my pills at least?" Judy demanded, angry.

Paul grinned, reaching for his pocket. "Oh yeah, brought those." He handed her the plastic dial pack.

Judy fumbled one of the birth control pills out and hastily popped it in her mouth. "I hope it hasn't been too long already."

Paul reached for her. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Judy twisted aside, feeling no desire for Paul at all. "What's going on in the world, anyway? Are the police looking for me or anything?"

"Naw," Paul snorted. "We told your folks if the cops were notified they'd get your head via parcel post."

Judy shivered at the vision this conjured up. "Ick. How's my mom taking it?"

"Scared shitless, of course," Paul gloated.

Judy felt badly about this. She didn't want to hurt her mother needlessly. "That's too bad."

"Hell it is," Paul retorted. "I think your stepfather is glad to be rid of you. Only your mother won't let the Old Bastard breathe. She's after him all the time to pay the ransom. If it weren't for your mother we'd never be able to pull this off."

"Is he going to pay?" Judy asked.

"Sooner or later, he'll pay," Paul answered. "Your mother'll see to that!"

"I hope it's soon," Judy sighed. "I'm bored stiff in this hole. Couldn't you bring me a radio or something?"

Paul was sitting on the mattress, taking off his shoes. "Come on over here and I'll entertain you."

Judy shook her head. She began putting the groceries in the reeking old refrigerator.

"I couldn't bring you a radio," Paul answered at last. "What would the cops think if they heard a radio playing in this supposedly deserted block of buildings?"

"There aren't any cops around here," Judy argued.

"Hell there aren't," Paul responded. "They patrol this block regularly.

Squad car goes by every hour or so, day and night. Trying to keep the junkies from using these places as shooting galleries, probably."

"Junkies! First it was rats, and now you tell me there are drug addicts wandering around here?!" Judy shrieked.

Paul came up behind her and ran his hands up and down her arms. "Take it easy, take it easy," he soothed. "There aren't any junkies because of the cops. All right?" He slid his hands around to cup Judy's breasts through the raincoat.

Judy slipped out of his grasp. "Yeah, but what about the cops? Oh, and there are rats, by the way. Or something. I can hear them in the walls.

All the time. Yeecchhh!"

"You getting scared?" Paul asked. "Relax, they won't bother you. Just keep all your food and garbage and stuff in the refrigerator."

Judy dodged his grasping hands again. Great! With nothing else to eat they'll start on me!"

Paul stopped pursuing her and stood in the middle of the room, furious.

"What the hell's gotten into you? You knew this wasn't going to be any picnic. And just whose idea was this whole caper, anyway?"

"It was Mike's," Judy snapped.

"Yeah, and who seconded the motion? You did. You were eager to put the screws to the Old Bastard right from the start."

"Well, I hate him," Judy answered sharply. "And I thought you'd find me a better hideout than this one. This place is a-a slum!"

"Where did you expect us to hide you, god damnit, the fucking Beverly Hilton?!" Paul exploded. "Jesus Christ! The way you're carrying on! You want to call it off, all right, I'll leave and you can just walk out of here into the arms of the cops any time you want. Shit, I'd like the money but I can live with my parents and they give me a decent allowance. I'm only doing this for you, remember? I don't need your complaining at all!"

Judy suddenly remembered Mike's warning about aggravating Paul, Cynthia or Harry. If Paul skipped out on them the whole conspiracy would come unraveled. Quickly, desperate to ease Paul's anger, she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed the length of her warm body against him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared," she said softly.

Paul resisted a moment, then his arms were around her, stroking her back through the rain coat. "Aw, that's all right," he assured her. "I understand. Come on, I can't leave anyway until after the squad car goes by."

Judy let him guide her over to the mattress and help her out of the raincoat. She lay down and watched while he stripped. Her eyes swept the length of his body. Shorter and stockier than Mike, Paul's muscles bulged more. He was hairier than her brother, too, she noted. Paul's cock was thicker than Mike's, but probably not as long. But, it was a good cock, Judy knew from experience.

She made room for him on the mattress beside her. As he fondled her soft breasts with his strong hands, she reached tip and stroked her fingers through his hair. There was a thin scratch just below his hairline, which had been concealed by his shaggy blond locks. "Where'd you get that?" she asked tenderly.

Paul snorted. "Your darling brother didn't pull his punch at all."

Judy winced. "Did it hurt?"

"Of course it hurt. He really knocked me cockeyed!"

"Let me kiss it," Judy said, pulling Paul's head down. His hair tickled her naked skin as she tenderly kissed the lump and the scab. Then she hugged his head to her as he lowered his lips to her breast and nibbled on her tautly erect nipple. So it wasn't her brother, so what? She had to keep Paul content until the ransom was paid, and Paul wasn't a bad lover.

Fire surged through Judy as the youth suckled first on one breast, then the other. She sucked in her stomach as he stroked his hand blindly down to her crotch and sank his fingers into her pussy. A wash of juices wet his fingers as desire awoke in Judy's body.

In her mind she was holding ferociously to a vision of her brother as Paul explored the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Spreading her sleek thighs to Paul's intimate exploration of her recesses, she remembered how Mike had plumbed her with his hand and then his cock.

Reaching downward, Judy found Paul's cock and wrapped her hand around the hard, hot tower of flesh. She squeezed and massaged the heavy organ, still imagining it was her brother, and not Paul, she was with. But it was becoming less important who she was with. Paul was tormenting her clitoris as he probed the depths of her streaming vagina with his fingers. His whole hand was stirring around in the wet juicy crater of her pussy. He was smearing her thick waves of fluids into the already tangled and twisted coils of her pubic hair. Fresh juices were joining the dried remnants of her coupling with her brother the day before.

Judy's excitement was growing rapidly as Paul stimulated her. The feeling of his fingers mashing and stirring her crotch was setting her entire body ablaze with lust. Writhing on her back on the mattress, Judy scratched at her boyfriend's strong back and pumped the brutal hard bludgeon of his prick in her fist.

All Paul's doubts about Judy were gone. The feel of her hot sticky tissues under his hand was enough to blot out all the worries he had had. Judy's warm, tender breast, with its hard, excited nipple, in his mouth eased the concern her earlier attitude had triggered. She was as hot and exciting and wet and juicy and stimulating and responsive as she had ever been. Her vagina was clinging to his fingers, coating them with hot liquid. Knowing it drove her insane, he bore down on the button of her clit with his thumb, grinding and rolling that nerve-filled little bundle of sensitivity.

Judy's body thrashed with excitement under Paul's stimulating hand.

Releasing his cock, she found and fondled the heavy masses of his balls with their load of sperm. She reached back behind their sac to press and tickle the very foundations of his cock, then the insides of his thighs.

Her pussy was flooding; ready for his prick and she worked to raise him to the same fever pitch.

With a soft groan, Paul lifted his head from Judy's breast and moved his body over hers. Covering her with his heavy bulk, he started to aim his cock into her pussy.

"No," she panted, "let me do it this time. Let me put it in myself." She shoved him over onto his back.

She straddled him, poising her crotch over his jutting tower of masculinity. Licking her lips with excitement, she smiled down at him.

She gripped the base of his powerful prick, tilting it to a vertical position, aiming it into the wet, red opening of her vagina. She lowered herself on it, shifting her hips slightly when it hit slightly off center. Then, with the head of Paul's prick just nestled in the entrance to her vagina, she paused. She could feel it, just the tip of it, wedging open her hole slightly.

Paul's body was rigid with excitement. Having Judy's hot, slick folds embracing just the head of his prick was like having it dipped in fire.

He could admire the full, beautiful, graceful sweep of Judy's torso, her rounded, firm breasts with their excited pink conical caps. He could study the way her ribs heaved with excitement.

Best of all, below her hairy crotch, he could see the erect pillar of his cock. The point of his pale column was hidden by the stringy wet curls of hair and the spread lips of her pussy. Linking his hands behind his neck, Paul held his head up so he could keep on watching that fascinating sight. He watched his sturdy prick slowly vanish into Judy's tender body as she lowered herself on it.

Judy tormented herself deliberately. She lowered herself slowly onto Paul's bulky cock. She felt her vagina being powered open and filled by that hot tower of meat. She felt her flesh sliding against Paul's as she spitted herself on his massive cylinder.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," she sighed as she took the entire length of his phallus into her vagina. She settled down on him, his complete bulk buried in her guts, stretching her vagina wide open with its mass. His pubic hair scratched against her tender labia as she ground her crotch down on him.

When she finally got used to that sensation, she lay forward on him and began to move. She bounced so that his ready prick slid in and out of her clinging vagina. At the same time, she rocked her hips so the angle of his insertion varied from one thrust to the next. She made sure that every centimeter of the walls of her vagina felt the searing stimulating cock pressing and sliding in and out of it. She wriggled and writhed, feeling the head of his prick batter and flail her guts.

Paul lay there. He didn't have to move. All he needed to do was lie there and concentrate on the marvelous sensations Judy was creating. The feel of her lithe, sleek, smooth, warm body against his made his senses flame. He could feel the hard knots of her erect tits grinding into his chest. He could even feel her stomach muscles writhing against his hairy belly as she worked her pelvis. Best of all was the feel of her hot flesh sliding and slapping against him as her hips went into overdrive.

The feel of her slick tissues whipping past the head and shaft of his prick was lifting him higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak.

He began to move his own hips to emphasize the motion of his cock in her body to in crease the speed and violence of the pistoning until her flesh seared past his.

Judy was lifting toward her own cumming. Her orgasm was drawing closer and closer, her body knotting as the flames surged upward.

"I'm cumming," she panted. "Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cum-cum-cum-cum-cumm-cummmm-cummmmminnggggg." Every muscle in her beautiful body knotted as fire lashed through her and her vagina spasmed around the cock in it.

And in her mind, she saw her brother's passion-twisted face. This time it was Paul, but the next time it would be Mike.

Paul was beyond caring about Judy's visions. His cock was pumping and pulsing, pouring thick gobs of creamy cum deep into her spasming vagina.

His hips lifted off the mattress as he drove his convulsing prick deep into Judy's pussy. His buttocks clenched and convulsed as he poured his semen into her milking channel. Then, as his reservoirs were emptied and his pumping faded to a twitching and then died away completely, he relaxed, dropping his ass back to the mattress.

A few minutes later Judy crawled off him. His cock flopped over onto one of his thighs, spraying one thick, gooey strand of cum on his pale skin.

Rolling to his feet, he dressed in silence while Judy pulled her raincoat on.

"We've got to give the Old Bastard some proof you're still alive," he explained, getting the recorder.

Judy eyed the machine distastefully. "What should I say?"

"Just say, 'Hi, Mom, I'm okay so far.' And try to make it sound good, like you were really scared," Paul told her as he turned the machine on.

Judy took a deep breath and repeated what he had suggested.

"No, no, no. You're mumbling. And try to put a quiver in your voice, okay?"

"I'm not an actress!" Judy protested.

Paul snorted. "Okay, okay. Let's try it again. But don't say anything until I tell you to, okay?"

"Okay," Judy agreed, watching unhappily as he rewound the tape.

"Just use your own words and tell your mother you're okay," Paul suggested. "You know, something like, 'I'm okay, they're treating me well, hope to see you soon. Please don't tell the police or they'll kill me.' Something like that."

Judy took a deep breath, leaning back in the rickety old chair. She was puzzled when Paul hung the recorder on the back of the chair and handed her the microphone. Then, when he got down on his knees in front of her and opened the raincoat, she began to understand.

"Now," Paul instructed, "when I start the recorder, wait a second, and then start talking."

Judy nodded, looking down at Paul as he lowered his face to her naked, hairy, cum-soaked crotch. His mouth fastened on her pussy and an explosion of lust made her whole body jerk. Lifting his head for a second, Paul reached over and punched a button on the tape recorder.

Then his tongue speared deep in Judy's pussy, ripping the length of her slit and burning over her clitoris.

Judy couldn't have kept her voice steady if she had wanted to. In fact, it was difficult for her to talk at all as lust seared through her.

"H-hi, M-Morn," she began jerkily. "I-I'mm-mm ok-okay, Mom. They're tr-treating m-me all right. I h-h-hope I'll be h-h-home soon. P-please pay the r-rrransom real quick, a-and don't t-t-tell the p-p-police or they'll k-k-kill me!"

By the time she had managed to stutter her way through this, Judy was writhing desperately, passion lashing her body. Paul's mouth was working hungrily at her pussy. He sucked on her clit until she thought she was going to die with plea sure. She was hovering on the brink of a beautiful wild orgasm.

Then Paul shut the recorder off and backed away from her.

"Aawww, don't leave me like this," Judy wailed, still slumped in the chair, her thighs spread wide open.

Paul ignored her, and packed up the recorder. "Got to run. Got to be out before the next patrol comes by," he told her. "Oh, I need a lock of your hair."

Judy felt her lust fading, felt aching and unsatisfied, even though she could feel Paul's cum pooling on the chair as it oozed out of her pussy.

She hung her head, wrapping the raincoat defensively around her naked body as Paul sawed at a lock of her dark hair with his pocket knife.

In a few minutes she was again alone in the small apartment, the only sounds the hum of the refrigerator, the ceaseless drip-drip-drip of the sink and the scurrying of the rats in the walls.