Jean Sifton
The peeking sister

CHAPTER ONE

Driving home through the hot hazy July afternoon, raven-haired June Wright felt a returning wave of nausea sweep over her and was forced to pull over to the side of the road to rest for a moment. As she sat there alone in the peace and quiet of the gently rolling Maryland farmlands, breathing in the familiar scents of sun-baked fields and dry hay mixed with the heavy sweet aroma of honeysuckle that grew wild along both sides of the narrow winding country road, she reassured herself for the hundredth time that day that she wasn't pregnant.

It just wasn't possible… even if old Mr. Chisolm, the owner of the Chisolm Realty Company where both she and Cliff Farrow worked, obviously thought it was. There had been a knowing leer in the old man's eyes when she told him she wasn't feeling well and asked for the rest of the day off. He'd wanted to know when she and Cliff were going to "set the date" and had clucked disapprovingly when she replied vaguely, "Oh sometime in the fall…"

There wasn't any hurry or reason to worry, and she was acting like a silly nincompoop, she told herself severely. After she had decided to let Cliff sleep with her… and it had been a deliberate decision on her part because she considered herself a modern woman, and, after all, they were officially engaged… she had consulted a doctor and had been on the pills for over two weeks before she actually let IT happen. The first time, just as an extra precaution, she had made him put on one of those rubber things, pretending that her surrender was spontaneous and that she wasn't prepared. A few days later her period had come on schedule and, from then on, she had religiously taken the pill each morning, marking off the day with an X on the calendar. She hadn't missed one, of that she was absolutely certain. It wasn't for nothing that Mr. Chisolm praised her as being the most efficient secretary he had ever had.

No, June decided, it must be something she had eaten or some bug in the air. Even if for some strange reason the pills didn't work for her, the chances that she was pregnant were almost nil. She had only let Cliff make love to her two more times since he had taken her virginity, claiming that she was still too sore. Actually, she wasn't sore at all. It hadn't hurt much, even the first time…

In fact, she had hardly felt anything at all. The whole thing seemed more like a bore and a waste of time than anything else and she resented having to put on a big act about how thrilled and excited she was. Cliff was hurt and angry if she didn't… He accused her of being cold and unresponsive and of not enjoying his body. Well, he had a very nice strong healthy body as she was well aware, but, up till then at least, she hadn't enjoyed it as much as he seemed to.

With a sigh June pulled her little Volkswagen Beetle back onto the deserted road and continued her way home. There were plenty of women like her, she knew, for whom sex was never a very large factor in life, and she had accepted the fact that she was like that ever since her first necking experienced as a senior in high school six years before. The boys then had considered her cold, but they had kept coming back for more because she was… "built"… as they said.

So she was "built", June shrugged wryly to herself. And not bad-looking either. Her pale oval face framed by a thick mane of glossy blue-black hair had the clean pure lines of classic, almost Madonna-like beauty. There was Italian blood on her mother's side of the family, and she had inherited its external form without the fiery passionate temperament the Latins were so famous for.

At least, she consoled herself, her looks had brought her the love of a handsome dynamic young man like Cliff Farrow. For Cliff was certainly all of those things. He was by far the best salesman at Chisolm Realty, and everyone said he had a great future ahead of him. She was sure they would be very happy together once she had had a baby or two and his ardor had cooled down a little. They would settle down to a pleasant comfortable life in this beautiful valley where she had been born and which, as far as she was concerned, was the most wonderful place in the world to live. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't "set the date" right then and there. What was she waiting for…? The reason she gave herself was her younger sister Tiffany who was taking a couple of subjects in summer school and would receive her diploma in the fall. But was that really the reason?

June coasted into the driveway of her home with the motor off, hoping not to awaken her father who she knew would be taking his afternoon nap upstairs in the bedroom which he rarely left any more. He had been a semi-invalid ever since her mother's death six years earlier, and she had had the duty of nursing him as well as being the breadwinner of the family. Not that she minded taking care of him, not at all, and when Tiffany graduated and got a job, she would at last be able to shoulder her share of the burden.

June heard the noise as soon as she had quietly unlocked the front door and stepped into the dimly shadowed hall… A sort of hoarse strangled panting which seemed to come from the rear of the house on the ground floor. Her heart jumped in her throat! Her first thought was that her father had somehow made his way downstairs and had some kind of fit or attack. She hurried through the dining room into the darkened little-used parlor. What she saw through the doorway… on the floor of the screened-in back porch… stopped her dead in her tracks as if she had run full tilt into a stone wall. She couldn't have been more horrified and stupefied if she had come home and been greeted by some fiendish monster from outer space.

On the bare wooden floor of the sun-drenched back porch her sister Tiffany… her little baby sister Tiffany who was supposed to be in school… and her fiance, Cliff Farrow… both stark naked and completely oblivious of her presence… were wildly fucking like two wild demented beasts!

There was even a pungent feral odor in the air, and the place looked like a hurricane had struck it with pieces of clothing flung helter-skelter everywhere.

Maybe because she couldn't bear to focus on the spectacle in front of her, June's gaze lingered on Tiffany's panties which hung like some obscene fruit from one of the branches of the potted rubber plant. Even from that distance she could see that the secretion band was dripping wet. God! Her blonde baby sister, seven years younger than she was, who, until just a few years ago, she'd had to mother like a child… was lying there on the floor making love with the wanton intensity and unbridled passion of an experienced and totally debauched woman. It couldn't be! Cliff must be raping her!

Still in a state of shock and unwilling to believe her eyes, June forced herself to look back at the shamelessly rutting couple on the floor. There certainly was no question of rape! Tiffany had her long slim legs locked around Cliff's muscular buttocks as she strove to pull his long thick penis deeper into her wetly glistening cunt, and her childish heart-shaped face straining up out of its tangled halo of silky gold hair was flushed and contorted in the urgency of her desire. She bucked her slender young-girl hips up faster and faster to meet the pile-driving downstrokes of her lover's hairy pelvis against her tender vaginal mound and was moaning and mewling in a delirium of abandoned pleasure. When their lewdly entwined bodies parted momentarily, June could clearly see Cliff's long thick rigid penis shining with Tiffany's cuntal juices as her young sister's moist pink pussy lips, lined with sparse golden pubic curls, clung hungrily to the great shaft… could even see the huge swollen dark red head of his cock which he drew out of her steaming furrow almost to the end before plunging it back in with a loud grunt of satisfaction. The slap of his sperm-bloated balls against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks seemed to ring out like pistol shots through the quiet house as they galloped toward the consummation of their lewd animal-like coupling.

"Fuck harder, Cliff! Haaarrrddderrr!" Tiffany gasped, tangling both her hands in his curly brown hair and pulling his sweating face down to hers to glue her wide-open mouth against his. Both their wantonly writhing bodies were covered with a film of perspiration, and the bare wooden boards beneath them were dark with their secretions.

Stop them! Stop them!

The frenzied silent command rang out repeatedly in June's dazed brain as every deep-seated moral and religious belief she had, everything her strict upbringing had taught her to accept as decent and good, urged her to cry out and stop this vile fornication… to run forward and pull Cliff off Tiffany… scratch him… beat him with her fists if necessary! The basic foundations of her own character, the very core of her being, seemed somehow to be under attack, but she stood there in the darkened parlor helplessly rooted to the spot, prey to an eerie never-before-experienced sensation deep in her dully throbbing vagina, watching with a growing excitement as the mindless two-headed monster on the floor thrashed violently in the throes of approaching orgasm.

"Stick your finger up my ass!"

Tiffany unglued her mouth from Cliff's long enough to hiss out this lewd order, and June saw her fiance's outstretched middle finger began to immediately probe up between her sister's girlish buttocks until it found the tiny puckered little hole and jabbed hard through the elastic ring, disappearing up to the second knuckle.

"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh!" Tiffany groaned feverishly. "Goooooodddd, Cliff! Fuck me up there with your fingers, fingerfuck me up my ass. Aaaahhh yess, it huuurrtttss goooodd! God, I wish you had another beautiful big cock like the one in my cunt to stick up there. Uuuunnnhhh!" the seventeen year old girl grunted in total abandon as Cliff rammed a second finger up her rectum and began to pump his hand rhythmically in and out between her flat-spread ass-cheeks with a circular reaming motion, stretching wider and wider her tight nether ring which was already well-lubricated by the steady stream of vaginal secretions flowing down from her avidly sucking pussy.

June watched… transfixed by the twin horror of the lewd spectacle going on there on the floor in front of her and what was going on in her own love-starved body against her will. Her entire pelvic region was on fire with a violently tingling prurient sensation more powerful than any she had ever felt before, and she had the insane urge to throw herself on the floor right beside the wildly fucking couple and savagely masturbate herself to orgasm along with them! In her mind's eye she could see herself doing it! See herself tearing off her panties and thrashing nakedly on the floor next to them, sharing their vile enslavement by the tyranny of flesh.

God, what was happening to her? She could feel a wet hot slipperiness running down her inner thighs. She had never been aroused like this before, not when she masturbated, which was hardly ever, and especially not when Cliff had made love to her! It was at that instant that the seed of the terrible fear which was to torment her in the months to come was sown in her mind. She had read about voyeurism… about people who could achieve sexual satisfaction only by watching others make love… Was she one of them? Was she abnormal? Did that explain the insipid feebleness of all her previous sensations compared to the inferno of desire raging in her loins now?

Then Cliff did something which swept all these blurred half-formed thoughts from her mind and concentrated her attention totally on the lascivious sight on the floor. Slowly, with a loose sadistic grin on his congested face, Cliff drew his long white cock all the way out of Tiffany's frothing cunt with a wet squelching noise while the young girl moaned out her desperate frustration.

"Oh Goddd! Don't stop now, Cliff, you can't stop now!" she pleaded, arching her back and straining her hips up off the floor after his retreating cock.

"You said you wanted two cocks," Cliff gloated down at her. "Well, that's what you're gonna get, baby doll. This'll be something those high school punks never did for you, I'll bet my bottom dollar."

He pulled his fingers from her rectum, and, with one brawny arm, pushed both her slim legs all the way back so that her knees crushed her lushly ripened breasts against her chest. With his other hand he guided the pulsing blood-engorged head of his thick cock down her soaked cuntal crevice to the tiny hairless anal hole which glittered and puckered in the afternoon sunlight slanting through the porch screens. For a moment, as he began to press into her tightly puckered anus, neither of them seemed to move, and, in the bright sunny yard beyond them, nothing stirred, not a leaf or blade of grass. June, standing in the darkness of the parlor… waiting with bated breath for the brutal lunge that would try to force that enormous bell-shaped cock-head up her sister's rectum… knew that, if she lived to be a hundred, this ghastly tableau of unspeakable lust would remain indelibly etched in her brain. Her knees trembled. She felt weak and her breath came in short stifled gasps as she waited with a quaking feeling of vicarious dread deep in her bowels.

"Oooooh, noooooh, waaaiiit!" Tiffany whined as Cliff twitched his powerful loins, and the mammoth head of his penis finally popped through the elastically resisting ring of flesh. He paid no attention to her pleas, and began to skewer in and out of her forever-stretched anus, penetrating farther and farther up inside her hot little rectum with each cruel stroke until at last his long thick penis was embedded all the way up inside her anal passage with his hard male pelvis locked securely against her quivering ass-cheeks.

"How does it feel, baby doll? You like fingers up there. Shit, you ought to love this!" Cliff said, leering triumphantly down at the nakedly pinioned girl with the sweat dripping from his face onto the rippling tautness of her belly. June could see his sperm-charged balls jerking slightly as his penis throbbed mightily inside her sister's painfully stretched rectum.

"Oh God, it… it burns," Tiffany moaned. "But it… I never felt anything like it before."

She reached down between her legs and began to feverishly rub her inflamed clitoris as Cliff started to fuck in and out of her little anal opening with hard twisting strokes. An expression of vicious satisfaction appeared on his handsome face as he watched his thick glistening cock vanishing completely up into the depths of her bowels, then reappearing on the withdrawal stroke with the pink flesh of the tight anal ring clinging voraciously to the rock-hard shaft.

And June watched the same lewdly exciting sight as he, barely aware that her skirt was hiked up around her waist and that her hands had swarmed down into her panties with a will of their own, one in front and one behind, as she frenziedly stroked her own wildly tingling clitoris and dug one long slender finger down between her buttocks desperately searching for her own anal opening. She gasped and a shiver of erotic delight racked her body as the finger finally wormed its way up into the moistly heated canal of her own rectum, and the weird tingling sensation she experienced gave her a slight inkling of what her cock-impaled sister must be feeling. God, what was she doing, some remote part of her lust-crazed brain asked her hopelessly, but she couldn't stop… couldn't stop until the obscenely linked couple on the floor did. She was like a marionette jerked this way and that by the strings of their carnal lust. Her proud beautiful face was bleary with the knowledge of her depravity, and her usually firm determined mouth lolled open slackly as she abandoned herself completely to her voyeuristic fingering of her own love-starved genitals.

When Cliff drew his rigidly pulsating cock out of Tiffany's forever-stretched anus and plunged it back into her juicy little pussy, June's hands flew faster as she pumped two, then three fingers up her wetly dilated vagina, swirling them around, reeling with the sudden unaccustomed flood of pleasure that surged through every nerve-end in her body. God, she had never felt anything so fantastically wonderful as this before in her life.

Her breath came in loud rasping pants as the dark-haired older girl watched Cliff's thick cock disappear first up her sister's cunt then up her anal passage as he began to alternate his strokes in an accelerating charge toward orgasm. June had never dreamed such pleasure – such excitement – could exist… certainly it was a far cry from the feeble response she had felt when Cliff was actually fucking her! "Oooohhh," she moaned to herself as the sharp edge of her fingernail bit into the tender flesh of her rectum. "Oooooh, it huuurts so good!"

"Cum!" Tiffany suddenly rasped out. "Oh Cliff, cuuummm! I'm cuuummmiiinnggg!"

"Where? Where should I cum?" Cliff taunted the frenetic girl, continuing to drive alternately in and out of her tightly clasping cunt and anus with furious strokes that jolted the naked young blonde's body.

"I don't caaarrre. Theerrrree! God, I'm thheeerrree!" Tiffany wailed, locking her arms and legs around him and grinding her convulsing little pussy up against him to hold him buried to the hilt in her cunt.

"Shheeee-iiiittt!" Cliff groaned, and June could see his whole body jerk and shudder as his heated sperm pelted up out of his swollen balls and spurted deep up inside her sister's vagina. She knew what it felt like, she could feel it herself… almost feel it… almost… almost! Then the thrilling feeling was abruptly gone, snuffed out like a light…

On the bright floor the two obscenely collapsed bodies lay motionless, gleaming with sweat in the brilliant sunlight. June drew her two hands like dead weights from her panties and smoothed down her skirt. What had she almost done? What had those two vile horrid creatures on the floor almost made her do? Oh God!

Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a violent paroxysm of hatred and revulsion, and she strode out onto the sunny porch like an avenging fury, tossing her heavy mane of black hair and raising both of her clenched fists above them as if to stroke the two lewdly entwined naked people dead on the spot.

"What are you doing!" she screamed hysterically. "Stop it! Stop it!"

Cliff and Tiffany stared up with glazed, passion-dulled eyes, their two spent bodies still glued together in orgiastic union. Finally, Cliff twisted his head and looked up at June's wrathful face.

"Oh oh," he said sheepishly, slowly pushing himself off Tiffany's inert young body. Tiffany stared up at her sister for a long moment with an unfathomable expression in her eyes. Was it triumph… scorn… or merely indifference? June couldn't tell.

"Go to your room!" she ordered the young girl imperiously. "And you!" She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and her voice dripped utter loathing as she faced Cliff, coldly looking his naked body over from head to toe without missing his now shriveled, helpless-looking penis… "Get out of here. I never want to see you again!"

Cliff jumped up and began to hastily put on his clothes, but Tiffany insolently took her time gathering up her panties, mini-dress and sandals, which were apparently all she had been wearing when the debauch began. In spite of her anger, June caught herself scanning her sister's body with curiosity because she hadn't really seen it naked for five years. The year after their mother's death, the two girls had slept together in the same bed and been very close. Then one night there had been a scene. June had awakened to find her little sister, who was then only twelve, feverishly fingering herself up between her legs. She had admonished the young girl severely, telling her that masturbation was a sin. But you do it, the child had cried. June denied this furiously because even though she did occasionally make herself cum to relieve nervous tension, she had certainly never done it where Tiffany could see her. Yes you do, the child had insisted doggedly. You only pretend you're asleep! Since then, there had been no intimacy between the two girls and they had grown steadily farther and farther apart. With a sinking feeling of guilt, June realized that, until this afternoon, she hadn't had the faintest idea of what kind of life Tiffany led. She had innocently assumed that her sister was still a virgin as she had been at that age. A virgin! Not this proud young animal impudently strutting her sexuality in front of them both.

"I said go to your room, Tiffany!" June repeated, controlling herself with difficulty.

Tiffany ignored her. "Bye, Cliff," she said huskily. "See you tomorrow."

"Oh no you won't!" June corrected her fiercely.

"Oh yes I will. If I want to," the slender blonde-haired teenager replied airily as she strolled still stark naked into the darkened parlor. Cliff was dressed by then and was heading for the screen door of the porch. Probably the way he had sneaked in, June thought. God, they hadn't even been able to wait to get upstairs to Tiffany's room. Anybody could have come along the shortcut behind the house and seen them.

Cliff hesitated uncertainly at the door before turning around. "June… I…" he stammered, trying to meet her outraged stare.

"Get out!" she interrupted him sharply. "And, if you ever see Tiffany again, I'll have the police on you. She's not eighteen, you know."

His manner changed instantly from meekness to arrogance. "That would make a juicy scandal, wouldn't it?" he sneered contemptuously. "It might upset your poor father. In fact, it might even put him in his grave if he knew that the apple of his eye, his darling little daughter Tiffany, has been fucking like a mink ever since she was fourteen years old. And not only that. She had the reputation of being the best cock-sucker in Laketon High, and I can tell you from personal experience, baby, that she does a beautiful job. You should watch her some time. You could use a few lessons in the sex department, you know, June dear. Well, see you at the office tomorrow." He opened the door, strode nonchalantly across the yard and disappeared through a gap in the hedge.

Of all the horrible disgusting filth he had spilled out about her sister one word kept ringing in June's ears… Watch… "You should watch her some time," he had said.

"Ju-uune…? Is that you?" a quavering voice called faintly from upstairs. June started guiltily. She had forgotten all about her father.

"Yes Daddy, I'm coming," she called up. She rushed into the kitchen and feverishly washed her hands, but, when she sniffed them after drying them, it seemed to her she could still smell the faint pungent odor of her rectum lingering on her left index finger. She felt that she would never be able to hold up her head and look decent people squarely in the eye again after the terrible thing she had done that afternoon.

The next three months were hell for June Wright. Her sister ran away to New York with Cliff Farrow and June had to put up with, not only the constant querulous complaints of her father who blamed her for Tiffany's flight, accusing her of having always been too strict with the younger girl, but also with the hypocritical condolences of her friends and colleagues at Chisolm Realty. All that was nothing, however, compared to the secret inner torment she was going through as a result of that awful afternoon which haunted her dreams at night and obsessed her thoughts during the day.

In fact, when Cliff and Tiffany ran away – it was about two weeks after she had caught them on the porch – June felt more relieved than anything else.

At least, she told herself, she wouldn't have to silently suffer Cliff's knowing smirks at the office any longer, or Tiffany's haughty impudence at home. Because, of course, Cliff had been right when he said they would go on seeing each other. She couldn't run the risk of making a scandal which sooner or later would reach her father's ears. With his delicate heart condition, it might very well kill him, as Cliff had said.

So in the morning she found the deliberately cruel and brief little note saying she'd gone to New York to look for a job, June's first reaction was to thank God, and when she learned later in the day that Cliff had gone with her sister, she sighed good riddance to bad rubbish. With both of them out of the way she hoped that she would at last be able to forget what they had done and what she had done on that sunny July afternoon when she had so innocently come home from work.

But that wasn't the way it was to be. It wasn't her father's incessant peevish bickering which she had long since learned to bear with patience, it was the relentless nagging in the pit of her stomach… in her genital area… that was driving her to distraction. She seemed to be in such a constantly aroused condition that she – June Corbin Wright formerly so self-controlled in matters of sex – found herself obliged to masturbate in the toilet like an adolescent two or three times a day just to dampen the fires of lust raging inside her passion-crazed vagina long enough to enable her to do her job.

And at home in the long evenings after her father had turned off his light in the bedroom across the hall, she began to experiment with different ways of making herself cum – with candles, with a pestle she found in the kitchen drawer, even with the rounded head of one of her father's long unused canes which she rammed up her wildly puckering anus one night in a humiliating orgy of self-debasement. That moment she remembered with clarity for she had felt in her shattered brain that she was committing both sodomy and incest at the same time, her flesh crawling with delicious horror as she squatted lower and lower, driving the bulbous cock-like head of the cane farther and farther up her lacerated rectum while she hysterically drubbed the swollen bud of her clitoris so hard that, when she finally came with great gasping sobs, it was too sore to touch again that night…

Underneath all her feelings of guilt and self-loathing because of her enslavement to her body's insatiable demands was the undeniable knowledge that none of the sensations which she artificially provoked in herself came anywhere near in intensity to the one she had experienced that afternoon… just from watching. No matter what she did to herself, she couldn't recapture the soul-quaking voluptuous thrill that had electrified her being as she watched Cliff Farrow's long thick cock pistoning in and out of her sister's hot little pussy.

Was she really a voyeur? Was that to be her lonely unhappy fate? She started taking books on abnormal psychology out of the library to peruse late at night in her bed… Freud, Stekel, Reik. The case histories excited her, and, more often than not, the forgotten book slipped unnoticed off the bed as she thrashed around in her tangled sheets, her proud beautiful face twisted grotesquely in her vain efforts to make the breakthrough into that unknown world of total sensuality which she had glimpsed so briefly.

She felt that each bitter failure was bringing her closer and closer to the brink of madness until that day the telegram arrived…

Tiffany in terrible trouble

Need your help desperately

Wire arrival 72 West 8th

Cliff

June didn't hesitate a minute. She hired a nurse to look after her father, packed a bag and left for New York on the next train. She didn't know why, really… only knew that she was driven… or relentlessly drawn… toward the source of her intolerable misery.