He Craved His Sister
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

The feel of those silky strands of curly blonde hair from his sister's cunt 
made the pores of Murray Amos's flesh stand open. It was so sweet to stroke 
her there. It made his cock feel tremendously important to be allowed to get 
so close and it stood up even prouder. 

"Take me in your mouth while I do this," he said continuing to finger her 
hole and manipulate his cock so that it rested near her lips. He had to get 
up on one knee to do it, but it was worth the extra effort. 

Jill Amos bent eagerly to lick the head of his big stiff schlong. She was so 
curious. What would this thing feel like down inside her mouth? Would it 
feel soft and squishy like an oyster, or long and hard like a cucumber? She 
thought, considering its present condition, that it would most likely feel 
hard. 

"Put it between your lips," Murray said, his breathing growing a little 
heavier now, despite his efforts to control it. 

Jill let her mouth wrap solidly around it and felt it throbbing between her 
tongue and the roof of her mouth. It felt so angry and hot in there. She 
swallowed a little more of it and let her tongue continue to lick the tip of 
the head. The tension was beginning to build up under Murray's fingers, too. 
He could feel his sister's clit getting larger and fuller as he stroked her 
thick pussy lips. Occasionally he would strike against her clit with his 
fingers and she would writhe quite joyfully around them and suck a little 
harder on the thick hot cock pulsating in her mouth. 

"Swallow me," Murray said, feeling his breath rise and fall quite rapidly as 
he worked his fingers hard around the thick cunt lips and slid them into the 
red, wet pussy hole every few seconds. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Are you absolutely positive your parents aren't home?" the tall athletic 
boy mumbled as he licked the nape of the girl's smooth, moist neck. 

She was two, perhaps three years older than him. Almost eighteen. Her long 
ash blonde hair hung straight down over the tight T-shirt that covered her 
well-developed upturned tits. The day was sticky, stuffy and still. She 
writhed out of his grasp and ran to the swinging door. 

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she said, pushing the thing open and 
revealing a neatly-kept early American dining room. 

"Lady," he said grinning and leaning against the sink, "I'm only the 
delivery boy, I don't run around people's houses checking for occupants." 

"Then, you'll just have to trust me," she said, walking back slowly toward 
him. "Do I look like I can be trusted?" 

Fifteen year old Murray Amos knew when he was being teased. And this broad 
was certainly doing a good job. He looked again at her willowy legs, those 
long shapely limbs, just beginning to show the tiniest layer of muscle 
against the bone. The golden tanned color went from her sandals all the way 
to her shorts and disappeared up under them. He wondered if she must have 
been sunbathing in the nude to get such an all-over tan. She was a honey all 
right. He would have traded in his ten speed bike and all the groceries he'd 
ever delivered just to get a little look up inside those tight short shorts. 

"I don't know," Murray lied through his teeth. "Let me see the back of your 
neck again." 

"Why, didn't I wash good there last time?" she scratched one calf with her 
sandaled foot and stared back at him. 

God, this girl was an insatiable tease. She just never got enough. 

"You tease all the boys like this?" Murray said, feeling his face grow flush 
as she pranced toward him sticking those luscious tight tits out first. 

"I don't know all the boys," she said sticking the two hard knocker tips 
right into his grocery apron. 

He pulled her head down to his shoulder and began licking the back of her 
neck again. It was the sweetest spot on earth. He wasn't sure just why he 
liked doing it. He remembered seeing it in a movie once. But he was in to it 
all right. He wasn't just playing Hollywood. 

"Bite it a little bit, why don't you?" the girl said back to him in a 
high-pitched demanding voice. It felt good to give him orders. 

Jill loved bossing this kid around. He had been delivering groceries to her 
house for over a year. Since he had the job at Tillson's Market. They had 
met a few times in the kitchen, when her parents weren't home, like today. 
They had also met in the basement when they were home. And sometimes in the 
old tree house in the vacant lot next door. And each time, she had really 
gotten off on the teasing. It made their sex the best she had experienced 
since she began fucking about six years ago. 

"I start biting and you'll want me to draw blood," Murray said, feeling his 
own blood rise a little causing his delivery boy apron to flap out a little 
bit. At least he was covered for the time being. She wouldn't see the bulge 
right away and start that merciless teasing stuff about it the way she 
always did. 

"I'm playing with a vampire," Jill said, running her own smooth fingernails 
along the nape of his neck and letting them slowly dig into his flesh a 
little. 

"Ouch," he said, pulling away a moment. 

"You love it," she said, pressing her tits against his chest hard. 

Then she started doing something that drove Murray absolutely wild. She 
spread her legs a little and bent her knees, sliding herself down along his 
body, pressing her tits tightly into him. Then she rose back up very slowly, 
grinding her whole body into his for a second, then just the tips of her 
hard little tits. 

"God, you're gonna get me hard, Lady, so you better be prepared to deal with 
the consequences," Murray said, settling back into the kitchen counter and 
letting her play with him as she liked. 

"Talk, talk, talk," she cooed, blinking her big green eyes at him and 
pulling the string tie loose from around his collar. 

"Thanks," he said, annoyed at her constant picking and pulling at his 
clothes, but loving the grinding he was getting at that moment. A full hip 
grind from her hips to his groin. like Siamese twins doing a hula in 
counterpoint. 

"You bring a cucumber or is it just zucchini this week?" she said, bringing 
herself to a stand still and eyeing the grocery boxes on the table. 

"Both, you horny little lynx," Murray said, unbuttoning the top button of 
his shirt. It certainly had gotten warm in there the last few minutes. 
Hotter than the June day itself. 

"Lemme see," she said, pulling a kitchen chair out and sitting down in it. 
She sat still a moment and then remembered that she had forgotten to spread 
her legs. 

He fumbled around in one of the bags and pulled out a fat, ripe cucumber. He 
could hardly wait to watch her do her thing with it. From the look on her 
face, and the tiny drops of spittle on either side of her mouth, it was 
clear he wasn't going to be disappointed. 

"Pull them down, will you?" she said, standing up and indicating the straps 
under her T-shirt. 

"Can't you just pull that thing over your tits?" he said, half wanting to 
keep their actions covert and covered, half wanting to rip the clothes off 
her and fuck her on the linoleum. 

"My way, Buddy," she said, shoving her puckering little smart mouth right up 
to his nose, "or little lady don't play at all." 

Pulling Jill's bra straps down under her T-shirt and trying to cop a feel 
from the top down were two agonizing tasks Murray would rather not have to 
perform. But since there was always the chance the two of them might be 
caught in the act, he had to play it very safe. If someone should stroll in 
and find them fully dressed playing around, that was explainable, but on the 
other hand, if they should be caught bare-assed, there would be no way out. 

"Okay," Murray let out reluctantly, "your way." How he wished to hell he had 
a driver's license, a trip away would have done them both so much good. But 
no luck. A fifteen year old kid sure had it rough when it came to getting a 
little. Murray got to feeling sometimes like maybe he wasn't supposed to be 
getting any or something. 

"Watch your elbows," Jill said as he reached up and plunged his hands down 
the neck of her T-shirt toward her tight-cupped upturned tits. 

He slipped the straps off her shoulders with relative ease and began 
prowling around the loose bra material with his finger tips. 

"Don't squeeze, remember," Jill said, aiming one sharp knee cap for Murray's 
crotch. She loved to jostle him a little there while he was trying to 
concentrate on getting both hands around her breasts. Gave him a little 
trouble. Good for him once in a while. 

Murray felt the pliant little pancakes under his hands. They felt like 
someplace he'd like to crawl right into and curl up. He took her two rubbery 
little nipples between his fingers and massaged them hard. But not too hard. 
He knew she wouldn't stand for it. 

"Okay," she whispered, working her knee around and up either side of his 
growing groin, "get them really hard, why don't you?" 

It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or if she really wanted some 
heavy action. It was always hard to tell with her. She just never stopped 
teasing. 

Jill could feel the boy's inexperienced hands eagerly grasping the nubs of 
her nipples and the connection between them and her crotch was ignited. She 
felt a little charge of electricity bouncing back and forth between the two 
poles. God, it felt so good. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Eat my 
neck," she ordered, wondering how hot he had gotteri so far. 

Murray stuck his tongue out obediently and began slurping and licking the 
girl's smooth, lithe neck. She tasted a little salty and a lot sweet. It was 
funny, but he felt just like a family pet standing here lapping her up. The 
feeling brought his curled up schlong to a right angle. 

"God, you're getting hard," Jill said as she probed her knee around like a 
Geiger counter checking for radioactivity. 

"What did you expect?" Murray said, forgetting himself a moment and allowing 
the excitement to bring his voice up an octave. It was embarrassing to hear 
himself like that. A pathetic reminder that his voice was still going 
through its final phases of changing. "I ain't made out of play dough." 

"Your balls are getting hard, too," she said, giggling a little and sliding 
her hands down to play them in accompaniment to her knee. 

Murray felt that indeed his balls were turning into baseballs. He felt his 
prick slamming against the fly of his jeans, so hard it made the apron stick 
out more and more. 

"Take it out," he pleaded with her, sticking his tongue hard into her ear. 
His hands pawed and played little rhythms on her smooth hard mounds. 

"No way, Baby," she shot back at him, shaking her head and letting the flow 
of hair cascade into her eyes. "Don't want nobody to catch us in the act, 
you know we gotta be careful." 

"Then let me at least watch you and play with myself a little, God I can't 
take it another second. You're teasing the daylights out of me." Murray 
heard his voice squeak a little on the last few words. He blinked and felt a 
little rush of redness envelope his face. 

"Gimme a vegetable," Jill said nonchalantly as a fry cook about to peel one 
and throw it in the large pot, "a big one." Murray grabbed a hold of the 
counter and helped himself to the table. It wasn't easy with that throbbing 
cock flailing his zipper, but he made it. His whole body was beginning to 
feel like an erection. 

"Here," he said, pulling out a very long, very thick cucumber. "It's already 
been waxed." 

"And now it's gonna get greased, too," Jill said taking a hold of the 
whopper and sitting down on the table. 

She spread her legs out hard and wide and Murray could see she couldn't 
possibly be wearing any panties under those shorts. They were the length of 
a brief bathing suit around the thighs. He could see a few rococo curls of 
dark blonde hair entwining themselves and sticking out the legs of her 
shorts. What a view! 

Jill loved to show off in front of him. She knew she could make his mouth 
water just by sucking on that damn cucumber, let alone masturbate herself 
with it, which is about what she was to do. 

"Keep an eye on the door, will you Junior?" she winced a moment and stopped 
what she was doing. She knew she had said the wrong thing. 

"Fuck you!" came the hurt, crushed pubescent voice back to her. "I really 
don't like that name, ya know." 

"I'm sorry," she winked back at him, "I forgot." She brought one knee up 
toward her tit and let the foot rest flat on the table. "You are going to 
watch, aren't you?" 

Murray stayed right where he was and crossed his arms over his chest. 
"Maybe," he said looking like an evil statue. 

"You will," she said back, grinning to herself and toying with the cucumber, 
"sit down." 

Murray, feeling like a petulant kid, pulled the kitchen chair out and sat 
down hard. The bitch was really getting under his skin. She loved to needle 
him. 

Jill slid the cucumber up and down along her inner thighs, keeping one eye 
on Murray. She wanted to be sure he was giving her his total attention. 

He was. He just didn't want to show it. The way she was playing with that 
thing really turned him on. Made him so rock hard, he might just bust his 
denims. That would show her. 

"Watch," she purred to him as the elongated end of the cucumber slid in and 
out the leg of her shorts. "Now unzip me," she commanded, sounding just like 
a fucking princess. 

"Unzip yourself," he said, thinking for a moment that maybe it would just be 
better to crawl into bed and jerk off. This was such a pissing lot of work. 

"Come on, big boy," she smiled and licked her lips a little, "help me." 

Murray reached across and found the zipper. It was actually hot to the 
touch. He let it down slowly, all the way, hoping he might be lucky enough 
to catch the little bitch's cunt hairs in it the way she had done to him on 
those few occasions when they had been alone and away from this house. He 
would have loved to see her jump up and hold her crotch in pain. His was 
hurting so bad now, it would have been a real relief to reverse the action. 

Jill brought her toe up and shoved it into his chest. "That's enough," she 
said, seemingly in total control now that he had disengaged her zipper. 

Murray sat back like someone who had just put a dollar in a peep show 
machine. He pulled the chair up close and gave her his complete attention. 

She forced the hard, green rod down into the open zipper space and worked it 
around the clit above her cunt crack. The circular motion of it was driving 
Murray crazy, about as much as it was driving Jill that way. It was cool, 
but getting hotter with the friction from her blazing hole. 

"Stick it in," Murray urged, like an eager fan at a sporting event. "Let me 
see it go in and out, come on." 

Jill brought the thing way down and then suddenly reversed its position to 
point straight up. It disappeared inch by inch into her hot, heaving pussy. 

"Oh, God," he uttered as he watched the head of it go up in there and get 
wiggled around. The sounds of smacking and suction were making his head 
ring. His crotch was filling up with warm liquid arousal. He felt himself 
burning and being tortured under his jeans. 

Jill felt the heavy round hard thing penetrate her cunt tunnel and she let 
her legs flop apart to get more of it. She couldn't decide if fucking 
herself like this was better then teasing Murray, or if her teasing Murray 
was the best thing about fucking herself like this. It felt so good. The 
smooth, slightly bumpy glossy surface of the cucumber was getting creamed 
good with the juice of arousal from her cunt and she let it up and out 
faster and faster. 

"Let me," Murray said, beside himself, with excitement, "Let me do it, 
please," he took a hold of zipper under his apron and began pulling it down 
despite her protests. 

"What if somebody catches us?" she looked outraged and shocked at his 
suggestion, but totally unable to stop him, considering her present 
situation. 

"Nobody's gonna do that," he said, sounding a little surer than he felt, 
"and that back door is locked." He hoped to hell he had remembered to lock 
it anyway when he brought the boxes in. Had he? 

It was too late to investigate. His cock slammed out of its hold like a 
Murphy bed dropping from a wall. It banged against the skirt of his apron 
and made it stick out obscenely. "Now get that thing out of there, I'm gonna 
fuck you." He surprised himself sounding so bossy. 

"All right," Jill said, working the green rod out of her cunt with a loud 
smack and setting it to one side. "Now you're talking." 

Standing flush with the table and holding the girl by the knees, Murray 
could stick his cock right up in between her legs and work her clit with the 
head. He did so until the delicious rubbing caused a little fluid to collect 
on the end of his dick. He felt absolutely primed and ready to go. 

But something stuck in his throat as he moved toward her. He wanted it his 
way now. Damn snooty little demanding bitch. He reached up and pushed her 
T-shirt over her limp bra, now squashed flat under her tits. He pulled it 
and her T-shirt hard over her nipples and let both her tits out of their 
confinement. 

"Now I see what you've been hiding under there all morning," he smiled, 
feeling like a prize stud race horse. "And I'm gonna fuck you and eat them 
at the same time. How do you like that?" 

Jill tossed her head back and let him come at her. She loved it when he got 
her back. It was pretty good for a kid four years younger than her. She 
spread her legs a little and reached down to take hold of his throbbing 
hard. It was enormous considering his age. That cucumber was just no 
substitute. She worked the rim of the head with her fingers and got him 
still wetter. With her other hand she circled around and around her cunt 
lips, pausing at the clitoris a while, just to get it wetter and hotter. She 
felt very ready. 

Murray brought his mouth down on her tits and sucked one nipple as hard as 
he could. He felt the suction go right to his quick. Then he edged closer up 
on her and introduced the head of his cock to the lips of her cunt. He drew 
the lips around his cock like the two sides of a blanket and masturbated the 
head with them. He could feel the opposition from her side as she continued 
to finger her clit right above his moving fingers. Then he stuck himself 
boldly inside, feeling the two lips stretch apart to allow him entry. 

"Wow!" Jill shouted as she felt the real thing probe right up inside her. 
"That's so hot!" Absolutely no comparison to a vegetable, she thought as she 
stroked what still stuck out from her hole. The shaft of his cock was as 
smooth as alabaster by Michelangelo, complete with protruding veins. 

"Oh, shit," Murray said as he felt himself rush ahead too fast. He had poked 
himself up there too smartly, too much in a hurry, and now he was going to 
come before he was really ready. Before she had, too. 

"You gonna come?" Jill said, trying hard to hide her disappointment, but not 
succeeding very well at it. 

"In about one second," Murray said, trying to bite down on his lip as if 
that would keep his juice from flowing out. 

"Keep it another few seconds," she begged, "please." 

It was impossible. He felt himself kick up like a cloud of dust behind 
spinning car wheels on a dirt road. He heard himself shift gears into high 
and come barreling right out of himself. There was no holding back now. His 
spunk flew out like a fast ball, straight down the middle. He wanted to 
clutch his guts to keep from spilling them, too. 

Jill felt him buck and shoot the white hot cream all over her insides. It 
was a shower all right. She grabbed his balls and worked them real hard. 
Murray pulled his pecker out a little to see if it was still ejaculating. 
That sometimes happened. It wasn't, but it was still very hard and dripping 
a little. 

"I want some," Jill pouted into his face, "that's the least you can do now." 

Feeling like two cents, Murray stuck his wet prick up toward his sister's 
mouth. She bent over and lapped and sucked the head until she had eaten what 
little cream there had been clinging to it. 

"I got to say it," Murray said, breathing hard and admiring his rock hard 
cock, "you're a great lay. And that's not just because you're my sister." 

"Why is it then," Jill sat back feeling the goo slip around inside her. 

"You're just one wild hot piece of ass action, I guess," he grinned and 
tried to stuff his log back into his jeans. It wouldn't go. 

"How you gonna make deliveries with that thing still bopping around like 
that?" Jill said, zipping up her pants and listening to the slosh of jism 
roll around inside like beer on an empty stomach. 

"With great difficulty, Sis," Murray grinned feeling as proud as a five star 
general that his schlong just wouldn't go down after a fuck. 

"I could strap you back in," Jill said, "or I could just strap you." She 
laughed and pointed to the kitchen closet. That's where Dad had always kept 
the long leather strap he used to use on the kids. Nothing brutal, ever, but 
he used it to threaten them. Once Jill had actually gotten it across the 
legs. She had let her little sister by herself and she had run out into the 
traffic. Nothing happened, but her dad had gotten enraged. 

"It's okay," Murray said, giving it a shake, "I think it's finally starting 
to go down." God, he was proud of that thing. Neighborhood kids used to give 
him a quarter to show it the year he turned thirteen. That was the first 
year he had fucked Jill. His big, hot horny tease of a sister. 

Jill watched, trying not to show her intense interest, as he finally stuffed 
the thing back into his jeans. 

"I gotta finish deliveries,' he said, sounding like a harried commuter about 
to catch a train to the city, "Mrs. Randall's ice cream has probably started 
to melt pretty good by now." 

"They'll make you the custodian of the joint if you keep up this work 
record," Jill brayed, feeling her old sarcasm start to come back. 

"You are such a cunt, Jill," Murray laughed as he opened the back door. He 
had forgotten to lock it. 

"Are you coming back for supper?" 

"Hell, yes, woman," he said, patting her on the rear end. "Don't mind if I 
stay for dessert, do you?" 

"Not me," she said poking around in the grocery sacks for anything that 
might need refrigeration by now, "but Mom and Dad will be getting back 
tonight and I don't think they would approve." 

"Reckon you're right, Ma'am," he replied, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat 
and feigning bowl-leggedness as he walked out the door. "Mighty pleased to 
make ya, Ma'am . ... er, to make yer acquaintance, Ma'am." He stepped out 
onto the porch stoop and hobbled down the steps. 

"You're nuts, Murray," Jill said, mildly amused by his antics and feeling 
still horny as a bugger. "Goodbye." 

She shut the door and began to shuffle the stuff in the bags around as she 
grabbed a few cans from the bottom and started toward the pantry with them. 
There actually was quite a bit here. Her hand struck another cucumber, a 
smaller one, but firm and hard. 

"Damn if he thinks I can get off only when he's here," she said aloud, 
taking the vegetable in her hand and examining it. "I don't need him to pop 
my moon rocks, that's for sure." 

Jill sat on the hard kitchen chair and looked at the clock. It was nearly 
four. Ginger would be home from scouts soon, so she had to work fast. She 
whipped her zipper back down with a hiss. Then she peeled the denim flaps 
back to get access to her pussy, which was already putting up a little 
throbbing protest inside her clothes. She grabbed the long cucumber on the 
table, lying there so neglected after it had done such a yeoman's job of 
getting her aroused. She took the smaller, plumper one in her other hand and 
began to rub her tits with it. The smooth, round green cigar thing just felt 
so heavenly hard against her pert nipples. They hardened quickly as she ran 
the thing over and around them, then back and forth quickly so as to build 
up the heat of friction. 

"Damn little Murray is one hot fuck," she sighed, thinking of his huge thick 
cock ramming up and out of her, "but I wish he could hold on longer. Must be 
his youth." 

She grabbed the gigantic cuke and began the long, agonizing journey up her 
thighs with it. She felt it play over her cunt lips at last, like a green 
Martian's dick that had by alien powers become separated from its master's 
body and had taken on a life of its own. 

She closed her eyes and saw Murray peddling along like sixty, trying to 
finish his route as fast as he could. That guy had always been so ambitious. 
And devious. Almost as devious as she had been the night she seduced him. 

It was three years ago, almost to the month. Jill was fifteen then and 
already starting to get stares from the older boys at school. Her tits were 
starting to protrude right through the little white undershirts her mom made 
her wear and it wasn't long before she would have to have some adult 
underwear to cover her emerging figure. 

"Jill, I'm going to have to ask you and Murray to take separate baths from 
now on," her mother had said to her in her room one evening. "He's getting 
to be a big boy now and you're getting too old to play in the tub with him." 

"Sure," was all she had said back to her. "Anything you say, Ma." 

"I'm going next door with your father to play cards for a while. You'll 
probably be asleep when we get back. I'm taking the baby with us, so if you 
or Murray need anything you know where we can be reached." 

The baby. "That was Ginger. She was only ten and a half then. No baby, but 
still the youngest one of the family. They sure treated her like a baby. 
Spoiled her rotten. If that kid wanted anything, she got it. It was hard to 
tell her no. She had the biggest, sweetest blue eyes. And that curly blonde 
reddish hair. Jill's had always been so straight. Dirty blonde the kids at 
school called it. Dishwater blonde her mother called it. She chose to call 
it ash blonde, like the beauty magazines. 

She remembered that night perfectly, like the whole thing had been filmed 
for a home movie and she could play it back whenever she liked. It was 
probably about midnight when Murray came into her room. She was reading and 
masturbating. When she looked up and saw him standing there in his pajamas, 
she quickly closed the forbidden book. The one she had found in her father's 
old golf bag in the basement. She pulled the covers hard up over her head 
and listened to the patter of the thirteen year old's bare feet as he came 
toward her bed. 

"I can't sleep and I'm scared of the wind." he said, scratching the end of 
his nose with the back of his hand. 

"What wind?" she said, half sitting up and clutching the covers over her 
bare breasts as hard as she could. 

"It's not on your side of the house, Sis," he said, sitting down at the foot 
of her bed and letting his already long legs dangle over the edge. 

"You got trees over there, that's what it is," she said, wondering if he 
might buy that and go away and leave her to her reading matter. 

"It's not the trees that are bothering me, Bozo," he said, sounding a little 
irritated. "It's the wind." 

"Yeah,' she said, rolling over very carefully and feeling much more aroused 
by his presence, the presence of a male body, than she really wanted to be. 

"What you reading?" he said, bouncing up and down on the springs of her bed 
slowly and turning his head toward her. 

"Nothing, what do you mean reading?" Jill tried growing slightly more 
uncomfortable by the second. 

"You were reading something when I came in, cause I saw you." Murray tried 
to sneak a peek over to his sister's night stand, but she shoved something 
off of it onto the floor. 

He waited three seconds, then made a dive for the other side of the bed. He 
spread himself out hard against the mattress right over his sister's 
surprised body and reached out to grasp the book lying there. 

"No, you little brat," Jill cried out as she tried to grab his hand away 
from it. 

By now he was clutching the hard cover and making for the spine. Jill pushed 
his body as hard as she could and felt him give an inch. Then he lurched 
closer to the floor and she sat up quickly to pull him away from it. She 
felt the covers drop off her tits and the cool air of the room circulate 
around them. She didn't know whether to let the boy go and cover them back 
up or let them stay exposed and save the book from his clutches. Little 
monster was sure to tell on her. "Leave that alone, you creep," she shouted 
pulling the bottom of his pajamas. She yanked so hard the elastic snapped in 
her hands. Before it did, she got a bird's eye view of the boy's firm round 
ass cheeks. 

"What you hiding, Jill?" he said in his sing-song voice. Of course, he 
didn't give a rat's ass what she read, but she was having such a fit about 
it. He had to know what it was. 

Then he felt his elastic snap. He' automatically brought his hands back to 
pull his pajamas bottoms to him when he saw her sitting there, a good look 
of shock on her face. He didn't notice her face for long, though. What he 
saw that made his mouth water were her two scoops of vanilla ice cream 
complete with cherry on the tops. He wanted to grab a spoon and dig right 
in. 

"Uh," he said, sounding a little nervous as he sat back on the bed and 
forgot the book for a moment, "I hate to say this, Sis, but your titties are 
showing." 

"I hate to say this Murray," she said, arching her back to give him a better 
look, "but I don't give a fuck if they are." 

"Yes, you do," the boy said eyeing her carefully and wondering how far she 
would push this little game. 

"No, I don't," she shot back like a dart. 

"You're lying," he said, trying not to drool out the sides of his"And I'm 
gonna tell Mom what you're reading, too." 

"You don't even know what I'm reading," she mocked him back loudly as she 
felt his eyes burn holes through her nipples. 

"It's a dirty picture book," he said grabbing the loose pajama bottoms 
tightly in his hand and making another dive for the book. 

Jill reached up and grabbed the pajama material and pulled him back with it. 

"That's mine," she said to him her forehead burning with rage. The little 
brat was getting to be a bigger pest than Ginger. 

"Well, I only wanted to see it," Murray said, trying to get his pajamas 
back. He reached up to push her away and grabbed one of her tits in his 
hand. 

"Ouch," she said, as she felt his hand take a loud of flesh and twist it 
against her chest. "Watch where you're pushing." 

The two of them scrambled back and forth a few seconds, until Murray had 
managed to get both hands wrapped around his sister's tits. She had worked 
her hands right under his pajamas and was managing to pull them down a bit. 

"You're not going to tell Mom," she said, trying not to notice how close her 
hands had got to his groin, "are you?" 

"That depends, Sis," he said, laughing and tweaking one of her nipples 
between his fingers. 

"You won't tell her, anyway," Jill said, remembering the one ace she still 
had up her sleeve. 

"Oh, won't I?" 

"No, cause I saw you last night behind Reeves' garage, that's why." 

"What did you see?" Murray tried to sound unconcerned, but he felt himself 
being painted into a corner nonetheless. He let go of her titties and found 
the waistband of his pajamas again. 

"You were showing your penis to Bailey Phillips and to Richie Garrison and 
to his brother. You were giving them all quite an eye full. I saw it from 
the garage window." 

"So what were you doing in the garage?" 

"Never mind, Murray," Jill grabbed the covers and pulled them up over her 
tits again. "I saw you." 

"So we're even. Let me see your tits again." 

Jill thought a moment. She looked hard at Murray's soft brown curly hair 
falling down onto his forehead. He already begun to develop muscular 
shoulders from playing basketball and baseball in the sand lot all summer. 
He was deeply tanned and school had only been out a few weeks. She had 
always been so curious. What did one of those things feel like in you, She 
had always wondered. Of course she had heard her friends talk about it. But 
the idea fascinated her anyway. And Murray's penis was the biggest of all 
the kids in the neighborhood. It was a well-known fact. He had been making 
quarters showing it around for almost a year. Why not, she thought to 
herself, finally, why not her brother instead of some rough, sweaty 
playground hood or one of the creepy crowd that hung out on the corner at 
Peel's Drug Store. Why not Murray? 

"Just don't squeeze them," she said, staring hard at him. 

"I won't," he said, feeling like he did whenever anybody asked to see his 
whang. He could hardly keep it in his pants once the requests started coming 
in. Now he really wanted to show his sister what most of the other kids in 
the neighborhood had been so admiring of. 

"Why don't you come under here?" Jill said, trying to make the situation as 
comfortable as possible. 

Murray crawled under and felt his feet hit the footboard of the bed. He was 
already taller than his sister, even though he was three years her junior. 
He felt really grown up, lying there. Her body was warm and soft next to 
his. 

"Jill," he said, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning toward her. "I 
saw a girl put Richie Garrison's peter right in her mouth. Would you do 
that?" 

"Not on your life," she replied, "Richie Garrison stinks." 

"Not to him," he snuggled in closer and whispered into her ear, "to me." 

Jill closed her eyes and remembered the pictures in the book she had been 
looking at. Sure enough, there had been a woman in there with a penis in her 
mouth. She looked like she was enjoying it. Maybe there was something to it. 

"I'll try, but I don't know what to do," Jill said, sitting up and letting 
the covers fall off her upturned little tits again. "I'll show you," 

Murray said, not believing he actually said that. He hadn't any idea how to 
bring it off. But he knew it must feel good, at least that's what Richie 
Garrison told him. 

"Well,' said Jill, feeling aroused in a strange, off beat way. It wasn't 
like looking at picture books, but the sensation of warmth coming from her 
brother s body was thrilling her right down to her toes. "How do we start." 

"I'm supposed to rub myself against your tits," he said confidently. 
Actually he'd never even thought of such a thing, but the sight of his 
sister's high pointed little knockers made his cock ache enough to want to 
give it a try. 

He stood up on his knees and let his pajama bottoms fall down around his 
ass. They slipped down to the bed and Jill could see the very tip of the 
head of his penis dangling below the pajama top. The slit was angular and 
looked very touchable indeed. 

"Come closer," she said, not understanding quite how the two of them could 
get together at this distance. 

Murray waddled a little toward her and slipped the bottoms off of his legs. 
He straddled her stomach and slowly came in for a landing with both hands 
braced against the head board. He let his body down to an inclined plane and 
felt his still soft cock brush against his sister's hot hard little tits. 
The feel of those rubbery nipples against his cock skin was excruciatingly 
delicious. He swayed back and forth a bit to get more of the same sensation 
and felt his cock stiffen sharply. 

Jill lay very still, not daring to move. She wasn't sure what was supposed 
to happen, but she was sure her nipples were getting quite hard every time 
her brother brushed his schlong over them. His thing seemed to pick up in 
volume and density as it did so. The feeling made her very warm and slightly 
edgy between her legs. 

"Pinch them together, so I can slide up and down in between," Murray said, 
wondering where on earth he had gotten that idea. 

Jill cupped her hands under her tits and thrust them together hard, sending 
the nipples almost to touch in the center of her chest. Murray worked his 
prick back and forth in the long, narrow furrow and felt the hard nubs of 
her nipples stroke his growing shaft. Soon it got too big for the crevice 
she had made and he let it out again. 

"That feels good," Jill said, "but I'm getting wet." 

"Huh?" Murray said, sitting up so straight, his penis flew up and smacked 
her on the chin. 

"Ouch," she said, moving it carefully to one side and talking right back up 
to him, "I said I'm getting wet. Down there, Ignoramus." 

"Oh," Murray came back, not really sure exactly what she meant, but figuring 
it had something to do with that place between a girl's legs like the one he 
had seen every time his mother had stepped out of the shower naked, or run 
out of the bedroom suddenly to answer the phone as she wrapped a robe around 
her. That hole had long since fascinated him. 

"I want to see where it's coming out," he said, trying to poke at it with 
his fingers under the covers, "show me." 

Jill tried to push the covers down, but Murray was smack dab in the way. 

"Move your leg up," she said, and as he did, she gently eased the blankets 
down until she uncovered her adorable blonde bush. 

"Wow!" said Murray nearly falling over his hard on to get a closer look, 
"that looks like Mommy's, only it's smaller." 

"I think it's the same piece of equipment, Dodo," Jill wished to hell he'd 
at least try to act grown up. 

"Can I touch it?" 

"Yeah, but be careful." 

"How come?" 

"I don't want you to get your finger caught in there," she giggled as he 
stroked the hair along her mound. 

The feel of those silky strands of curly blonde hair made the pores open all 
over his flesh. It was so sweet to stroke her there. It made his cock feel 
tremendously important to be allowed the chance and it stood up even 
prouder. 

"Take me in your mouth while I do this," he said, continuing to finger her 
hole and manipulate his cock so that it rested near her lips. He had get up 
on one knee to do it, but it was worth the extra effort. 

Jill bent eagerly to lick the head of his big schlong. She was so curious. 
What would it feel like down inside her mouth? Would it feel soft and 
squishy or long and hard? She thought probably long and hard, considering 
its present condition. 

"Put it between your lips," Murray said, his breathing growing a little 
heavier now, despite his efforts to control it. 

Jill let her mouth wrap solidly around it and felt it throbbing between her 
lips. It felt so angry and hot there. She swallowed a little more and let 
her tongue continue to lick the tip hard. The tension was beginning to build 
up under Murray's fingers. She felt her clit get larger and fill with blood. 
Occasionally he would strike against it with his fingers and she would 
writhe joyfully around and suck a little harder on the thick hot cock. 

"Swallow me," Murray said, feeling his breath rise and fall quite rapidly 
now. He worked his fingers hard around her lips and let them sink into the 
red, wet pussy hole every few seconds. He was tempted to shove them right up 
and hide them there permanently, but he resisted. He loved watching his 
fingers disappear a moment and then reappear too much. 

"I can't swallow your whole pecker," Jill said feeling a little pinned down 
under the weight of the huge, throbbing wand. "It's practically down to my 
voice box now." 

"Oh, Christ," Murray let out as he felt a prickly overwhelming sensation 
wash him in heat from head to toe. "I think I'm gonna bust loose." 

Jill opened her legs a little to allow his fingers up higher. The feeling of 
his long digits circling around inside her made her grow hot as a radiator. 
She could feel juice seeping out from way up inside and getting her wetter 
and wetter by the second. Then she felt the huge ramrod in her throat. He 
seemed to get harder for a second or two. Then the big blast. She felt a 
heave and then a gush of hot, sticky goo engulf her. She was choking on it, 
whatever it was. The boy's body was wracking and writhing and spinning 
around. The bed was squeaking wildly as she felt the thing splurt and splurt 
again. She was drenched. A fit of coughing finally brought him out of her. 
He tried to pull his fingers out, but she pulled them back again. 

"I came," he said, scratching his head with one hand as he continued to 
finger her monotonously with the other. "Ain't that a bitch?" 

Jill lay back to take up the last few seconds of diddling from the boy's 
agitated fingers and tasted the hot sticky stuff in her throat. She 
swallowed a lot of it having no other choice but to choke on it. Then she 
sputtered a little and brought herself to a sitting position. 

"So that's what it's like, your goo," she said. She'd heard those stories 
about men shooting a load of spunk off when they had a climax, but she had 
never been sure it was for real. Until now. 

"What does it taste like?" Murray said, barely able to breathe yet. He 
drilled his sister's hole hard as she threw her head back to enjoy the 
pressure on her clit. It was building to a nice little dam before she broke 
through it and gushed out all over his hand. Her whole body trembled and 
shook a little and then she just let go. She couldn't do otherwise. 

"Wow!" Murray said, feeling the extra added warm wet juices flow out over 
his fingers and run down his hand. "I think you came, too. Ain't that a 
double bitch?" 

Jill tried to tell him about it, but all she could do was sputter and cough 
up more jism. 

Now, she could laugh about it. She had been so incredibly naive then, only 
later had she turned into an insufferable tease and tormentor. Their sex had 
gotten very lively and intense, especially over the past year. There had 
been a few other guys, but nobody had done it like her brother. After all, 
he was trained. They were in touch with each other. And Lord knows they'd 
practiced enough. 

Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and Ginger walked in. She swung her 
lunch pail up onto the counter and turned on the cold water faucet. 

"Hi, Jill," she said, regarding her with those blue pools of elfish charm 
and leaning on one foot. "What are you doing with that cucumber up your 
twat?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Jesus!" Jill said, jumping a foot into the air and pulling the huge green 
loaf out, "Why the hell did you sneak up on me like that?" 

"How do you figure it's sneaking when I live here?" Ginger turned calmly 
toward the kitchen cabinet and opened the door. She reached up and got a 
drinking glass. "I am your sister, remember?" 

"You've got a real smart little mouth on you, too," Jill said, assuming the 
character of the older, wiser sister in order to make Ginger feel a little 
small. That way, she might not take a notion to telling on her. Mom and Dad 
wouldn't appreciate hearing about their oldest daughter's jerking off with a 
legume anyway. 

"Got most of what I know from my older sister," she said, in between gulps 
of cold water. 

"All right," Jill said, standing up and turning around to hide her luscious 
blonde cunt as she zipped her pants up. "So I got a little excited. It 
happens to the best of us. I might add I've heard you moaning late at night 
alone in your room. The walls in this house aren't that thick!" 

"Probably I was watching an old movie. God, that John Barrymore gives me 
chills up my spine." 

"Might know you'd fall for somebody who's been dead for thirty years," she 
was starting to feel like a straight man for a baggy pants comic. 

"Better than falling for a cucumber," she said, walking to the table and 
picking up the now limp vegetable lying there sodden and wasted. "They could 
lock you up for this, you know." 

Jill stared hard at the little girl. Where had she gotten that mouth of 
hers? Her folks were such decent people. The thought suddenly struck her, 
that Ginger might have been taking after her. 

Ginger walked to the refrigerator and pulled the handle. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Jill said, turning around and regarding her 
sister with a disapproving eye. 

"Gonna help myself to dinner," she said pawing through the fruit drawer, 
"I'm not eating any old limp salad that's been in your cunt, that's for 
sure." 

Where did she hear that? Jill was absolutely shocked to hear her sister 
talking like that. Surely she hadn't said such foul things as a child of 
thirteen. Or had she? 

"Ginger," she said approaching the girl warily, "has Mom ever talked to you 
about . ... about sex?" 

"No, Mom usually wants to talk about my math scores. Sometimes though, it's 
about your math scores." 

"Let's leave school out of this for just a minute," she threw her legs up on 
the table and looked at the clock. Her parents had at least an hour's drive 
from Rayburn City. 

"I mean, haven't you wondered about the usual things, where babies come from 
and why little boys don't think about chasing little girls until they turn a 
certain age, then it's about face and off to the races?" 

"Are you trying to tell me about the birds and the bees, Sister of Mine?" 
Ginger sat down and began chewing loudly on a carrot. She looked so little 
and defenseless sitting there in her scout uniform. Ha! 

"You should know, don't you think?" 

"What do I gotta know that I don't know already?" 

"Well, I don't know what you know, so how do I know?" The little brat was 
tying her tongue in knots. 

"I'm thirteen and a half years old, Jill," Ginger said nibbling the 
vegetable and making very loud noises with her teeth, "and I might add I've 
lived a rather full life for my age." She crossed her feet on the table and 
sat there like a multi-corporate executive about to lay off the eastern 
division. 

"Tell me about it," Jill said, laughing through her teeth at the 
preposterous nonsense the girl was putting out. 

"Where should I start?" she looked off into space as though she were 
reviewing the whole length and depth of her rich life, all thirteen and a 
half years of it. 

"When's the first time you were aware of the difference, between boys and 
girls?" Jill thought that might shut her up a minute. 

"You mean between men and women?" again that long wistful, philosophical 
gaze. Jill had to squelch a desire to hit her in the mouth. 

"The first time," she said, growing eager for details from the younger girl, 
"what do you remember?" 

"Well, the first time I just watched. That was interesting though. Mom and 
Dad were . ... " 

"You saw Mom and Dad fucking?" Jill said, feeling her mouth drop open and 
unable to get it closed quick enough. 

"Why, Jilly," Ginger said, shaking her head and crunching down on hard on 
the carrot, "I'm surprised at you. They were making love. Everybody knows 
your own mom and dad don't fuck." 

"You little ass hole," Jill said getting up and going to the ice box. "I'd 
like to drop an ice cube right down your uniform." 

"Don't get hostile, Sis," she said, leaning back and taking her time in 
retelling the tale. She knew her sister was waiting with baited breath to 
hear it. 

"What happened? When was it? And how come, you were there?" Jill asked, 
slamming the ice cube tray down on the counter. 

"Take it easy," Ginger said, "I'll get to that." 

Jill brought a glass down out of the same cupboard and cracked the ice out 
of the tray. 

Okay if her sister went first. That was fine. Any story she had Jill knew 
she could top. After all she was one of the premiere pussy whips of East 
Central High School. And this was her senior year. She hadn't been a 
cheerleader for two semesters for nothing. 

"Mom was giving me a bath," she said slowly, tasting her words in her mouth 
as she went on, "so I must have been pretty young. Probably six or seven. 
Maybe younger." 

"I don't need to hear your exact age, Ginger, I just want to know what 
happened." 

"Dad knocked on the door. I remember it was him because he asked if he could 
come in. Mom told him he couldn't on account of she was in there with me. 
That's how come he didn't come in. But I knew it was him." 

"Come on, come on," Jill said fighting an urge to reach over and snatch the 
little girl bald. 

"She got me out and helped me dry off. It must have been sometime in the 
afternoon and it was definitely a Saturday, cause you and Murray were both 
at choir practice. She took me in for my nap. I think that was the last year 
I took naps and already they were starting to be a drag. I never could make 
it through a whole one after I was four. I did it just to make them happy." 

"Ginger, will you get to the good part," the older girl said, growing 
increasingly more annoyed by the moment. Maybe her sister didn't really see 
anything or know anything at all. She might have been stalling. 

"I hadn't been lying there for more than five minutes. Maybe I was looking 
at a comic book, when I heard noises, not like the ones you and Murray used 
to make when you were fighting, but soft, bouncy, springy noises, like when 
you and me used to have pillow fights on the old bunk beds, remember? Gosh I 
loved those pillow fights." 

Jill washed the last drop of water down and wiped her mouth. One more gap in 
good taste and she would definitely grind her ice cubes right in her 
sister's face. No if's and's or but's. 

"I tiptoed out of bed and walked to the door of my bedroom. It was open just 
a little bit so I peeked out. I could see down the hall toward their 
bedroom. The door was closed, so I went straight down there and got down to 
look through the key hole. Thank God my eyeballs were small enough to get a 
good view of the action, because let me tell you it was hot and heavy." 

"How hot?" Jill interrupted, feeling herself growing a little steamy under 
the silks as her sister talked on. 

"Well, for starters, Dad was standing on the bed. Something he never let any 
of us kids do. 

He was stark naked and I could see the hair all over his chest. He was 
bracing himself against the wall behind the head board of the bed. And it 
was a good thing, too. He could all the support he could get." 

"Why?" Jill asked, feeling she was being reeled in by this little punk. 

"Because he was plugging Mommy's cunt hole as hard as he could. That's why. 
She was bent like a pretzel over the bookcase in the head board. She had her 
legs spread wide apart and I couldn't see up in there at all. Not from where 
I was. But I could sure see Daddy's cock. It wasn't furry, like his chest. 
It was bald. Long and very big around. like that cucumber. Only skin 
colored." 

She pointed to the soggy veggie shriveling up on the corner of the table. 
Ginger tossed the wretched thing in the garbage can and closed the lid. 

"The sounds I could hear, above the bed springs, which were giving off quite 
a racket, were the loudest you could imagine. It sounded like slurping and 
splattering and popping all at the same time. Something in Mommy's cunt must 
have been very wet." 

Jill covered a little laugh that bounced out of her mouth. She didn't want 
to tell the girl all the things the poor innocent thing hadn't learned yet, 
but boy was she naive. 

"I didn't know what that was then, but later, when the door came unlatched, 
I got a better look." 

"You got in?" Jill sounded incredulous. She cleared her throat and tried to 
look sober and unimpressed. 

"Only by accident I think. I don't suppose they left that door partially 
locked on purpose. Probably in such a big hurry to get it on they forgot to 
lock it tight. But my hand found just the right combination and it slipped 
right open. I was through in an instant. The best place to watch from was 
the closet. I made a bee line. Then I could see whatever it was in Mommy's 
cunt that was making it so wet." 

"Oh," said Jill, trying not to laugh too loud at the girl's hopeless 
stupidity, "what was it?" 

"Love juice," she smiled and looked over to where Jill was intently leaning 
on her elbows and hanging on every word, "same thing you were squishing 
around in your cunt with that cucumber." 

"Little fuck," Jill shot back, sitting back in her chair and regarding her 
with open hostility. 

"Don't feel bad, Sis," she continued sounding like a school marm, a tender 
hearted one at that, "I've felt it, too. That very afternoon in fact. I 
didn't know what it was, but as I watched that insanely long hard stick poke 
in and out of that tight little rabbit hole, I got an itching and a pulling 
and a biting and a chugging in my pussy that wouldn't quit for anything. I 
can tell you I felt hot as Hades all over my whole body. But it was 
especially uncomfortable between my cunt lips. I started to stroke them to 
put the fire out, but as you know, that only makes it worse." 

"What would I know about it?" Jill said, faking shock. 

"Come on, Jill," Ginger said, lowering her eyelids and staring straight at 
her older sister, "cut the crap. You've jerked off with everything in this 
house that isn't nailed down." 

"What the hell do you know about it?" Jill could hear her voice rising to 
the second floor roof. 

"I've watched you." 

Jill bit down hard on her lower lip and wondered just how much this little 
girl actually did know. Did she know that Murray and she had been having an 
affair for three years? They had been very careful. But still. Maybe she 
would tell her. But she'd have to be very careful about asking. 

"But I think we're getting off the subject." Ginger continued. "I could see 
the hole between Mommy's legs now, even though it was from the back. It was 
round, very dark pink, wet and surrounded with curly black hair. The hair 
was also wet. Wet and shiny. That old cock just kept banging up there like a 
pneumatic drill. I could see Daddy thrusting his hips up so hard his ass 
cheeks banged together. He had a hold of his hips a few times. Almost like 
he was using his hands to help him get that little extra push off. God, it 
was something to see." 

Jill was starting to imagine that it was indeed. She was trying to ignore 
the throbbing of her own clit as it protruded out her cunt lips and flicked 
against her denim shorts crotch seam. It was starting to hurt for real. 

"They went on for what seemed like an hour or two. I can tell you, Sis, I 
was starting to get excited. I was wearing one of those long nightgown 
things. The kind we both used to have when we were kids. Flannel with 
flowers on it. Thank God it wasn't those goofy long john things with a trap 
door in the ass. Anyway, I reached up under it and found the source of the 
flames. My cunt was screaming to be put out. I mean it. I worked one finger 
up inside of myself and felt the wetness gush out. I smelled my fingers and 
got, how do you say, about twice as turned on, then I heard something on the 
bed, so I stopped and watched." 

"And," Jill asked, feeling frustrated as hell by the long pause the girl 
made. She scratched her big toe and waited. 

"Something really weird was going on. like Mommy was asking Daddy to stop a 
minute. Daddy was trying to slow down. Their conversation was so funny. I 
mean it was funny cause I never heard them talking like that before." 

"What were they saying?" Jill said, turning her head to the side so as not 
to miss anything. 

"I want to suck you, Frank," Mommy said, "I want your cock in my mouth." 

"God, Paula," Daddy said, breathing very hard and wiping a little sweat off 
his brow, "that would feel really fine, only I'm not sure I can stop and 
pull myself out without coming." 

"I'll help you," Mommy said, reaching down with her hands and putting them 
right through her open legs started easing Daddy's rock hard penis out her 
cunt. She moved it slowly back and forth to keep it hard, but careful so as 
not to let it go off. Then she popped the thing right out her wet red tunnel 
and turned around faster than a jack rabbit." 

"Then what?" Jill asked, growing impatient with Ginger's pregnant pauses. 

"I can't help it if I lost my train of thought," she snapped back at her 
sister, "I get hot sometimes, too, you know." 

"It's okay," Jill said, reaching her hand out to stroke her sister's arm. 
"You can get horny around me you know." 

"No, I can't," Ginger said, pulling away, "Knowing you, you might rape me. I 
wouldn't put it past you." 

"What the hell kind of a thing is that to say to your own sister?" she shot 
back, glaring hot pokers at her sister's eye "Come on, Jill," Ginger said, 
turning sideways in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest, 
"everybody in the neighborhood knows how you like to flash your cunt 
around." 

"God," Jill said through clenched teeth, raising her head to the ceiling, 
"my own sister talks like this to me." 

"You want to hear the rest of the story or not?" Ginger began thumping her 
foot impatiently on the linoleum floor. 

"As a matter-of-fact, I do," Jill said, "but afterwards, we're going to 
clean up a few rumors you've been hearing about me." 

"Okay, but later." Ginger settled back onto the chair and began again. "Now 
as you know by now, because I told you, Daddy's cock is rather, shall we 
say, large? By now it was large and wet and shining, wringing wet as a 
matter-of-fact. Didn't seem to phase Mom a bit. She held that thing in 
between her fingers and slid it into her mouth like a popsicle on an August 
afternoon." Ginger shook her head like an old timer who had seen one too 
many bad years, "I tell you Jilly, I got so excited seeing her swallow him, 
I almost popped my cork right then and there. And I didn't even know what it 
meant to pop my cork!" 

Jill felt her eyes growing wider in spite of her efforts to control them. 
What the hell this kid was going to talk about next., she couldn't even 
guess. 

"Daddy was really rolling his log down on her hard, too. He just let her 
take it as far as she could down her mouth, then she'd sort of pull on his 
big, round furry balls, and I guess that must have been some kind of signal, 
because then Daddy would pull up and out to give a moment to breathe. She 
didn't seem to need too long, though. She'd heave a second or two, then 
she'd come right back up on his cock and start eating it again. And now I 
watched Daddy play with her tits. He rolled them around in his fingers like 
her nipples were marbles and he was champion shooter of the neighborhood." 

Jill couldn't help thinking of the cucumber in the wastebasket. What the 
hell, it was probably too soggy by now to be any good whatsoever. 

"She kept bouncing and eating him. Every once in a while, she'd take her 
fingers away from his balls and start fingering her own cunt . ... uh," 
Ginger paused and looked over at her sister, "the way you're doing now." 

Jill pulled her fingers out of her denim shorts like a rabbit out of a hat. 
She held them up so that her sister could see they were no where near the 
place she was accusing her of having them. 

"It's okay, Sis," Ginger said, sounding terribly jaded and old hat, "I got 
pretty hot myself that afternoon. My fingers were water logged by the time 
that action slowed down to a fizzle." 

"So what happened then," Jill asked, sliding her chair way under the table 
so Ginger couldn't possibly see just how far up her cunt her fingers were 
going to get in a few seconds. 

"It wasn't easy, but Daddy let his hands slide down along Mommy's body and 
land on her throbbing wet mound. He pulled a few of the strands of hair out 
and they proved to be very wet. I could tell by the way the light caught 
them. He sort of unfolded all the lips of her cunt and went in with his 
fingers at first." 

"At first," Jill heard her repeat the words like an idiot learning to make 
sounds. 

"Then he brought them out and made a fist." 

"Oh, God," Jill said, biting down hard on her own free hand. She too was 
making a fist. To keep a grip on herself. 

"He plunged that big fat wad of flesh up there so hard I thought he would 
knock her off the bed. But she kept sucking his dick and moaning very loud, 
as if she actually wanted more. Can you believe it?" 

Right now Jill was having no trouble believing it. She just wished she had a 
little of it herself. She thrust her anxious little fingers up inside her as 
poor compensation for something bigger and more macho. They would just have 
to do for now. She worked them in and out her very wet hole hoping the noise 
wouldn't sound too loud in the kitchen. 

"And all the time those slurping, sucking, sounds, and the big, deep moans 
coming from way down in Mommy's throat. Daddy was keeping up with her there, 
though. He must have loved getting that dick sucked, because he looked like 
he was in heaven or something. And by this time, I am getting very hot. I 
mean hotter than it is outside today. Hotter than the furnace in January. 
Christ, isn't it getting hot in here?" 

Jill stared at her sister's flushed face and wondered why she hadn't 
realized it before. Telling the story was getting her very aroused. Of 
course, hearing it was making her hotter than a pistol. 

"Well, I had to get off and my fingers just weren't up to the task, and 
don't ask me how I knew what to do, but I just looked around the room and 
got the idea, I guess. Mommy's deodorant bottle was sitting up there on her 
dresser. You know the kind with the round cap. The thing is shaped like a 
dome with a shaft under it, really. I didn't wait to think about it. I just 
inched my way over there like a little mouse and grabbed it off. I spread my 
legs apart and let that thing get good and greasy just by wiping it around 
the outer and inner lips of my wet little cunt." 

Wet little cunt, Jill thought, finding her own absolutely running rivulets 
down her hands. 

"I stuck the thing right up inside and heard it, actually heard it hit my 
cherry. It scared me. But I couldn't stop. It didn't really hurt, or maybe I 
was just too hot to notice, but I kept plunging it in. I looked down a 
second, though don't ask me how I could tear myself away from the action on 
the bed and I saw a little trickle of blood flowing over the deodorant 
bottle and that sort of surprised me. I didn't remember cutting myself. You 
would have thought that might stop me, but oh, no. I kept it up. I wasn't 
giving up on my action any more than those two were giving up on theirs." 

"Oh, God," Jill said, feeling her fingers strike a new chord inside her 
humming little honey hole. "I think I'm gonna explode. ' 

Ginger just kept it up and kept one eye on her sister the whole time. "I saw 
Mommy tense up real tight. I could tell cause the cheek muscles of her ass 
constricted in so far I thought they were going to touch. Then she began 
bouncing hard up and down on Daddy's fist and the whole bed, I mean, the 
whole room began to shake. I thought we were all sitting on top of a 
volcano. Then Daddy started giving out with huge heaves and groans, like the 
top of his head was going to blow off or something. I actually saw Mommy's 
knees leave the bed. I wasn't sure she was going to come back down or not." 

Jill grabbed a hold of the edge of the table with her free hand and steadied 
herself a moment. She plunged her fingers as high up her tight wet pussy 
pool as far as they would go. The friction was turning her into a fury of 
hot spasms. She tried to keep a hold of the table, but lost, her grip. Her 
knees began banging it from the bottom as she spun into a string of non-stop 
orgasms. The table was knocking around as though possessed of some strange 
spirit. 

"Daddy plunged his ramrod so far down her throat I thought she would swallow 
his balls like two giant oysters." Ginger went on and took very little 
notice of her sister's writhing and contorted body movements. "He kept 
shouting to her something, don't ask me what. And she kept moaning, unable 
to speak with that tremendous schlong stuck down her throat. Can't blame 
her. God it was something to see. Suddenly Daddy whipped his cock right out 
of her mouth and pulled it back. Then, the most amazing thing happened. I 
saw a huge load of white gooey stuff spurt right out the end of it. He aimed 
the insanely hard sausage right at her face and plastered her all over the 
puss with it. And she seemed to love it. She licked and slurped it up like a 
hungry kitten. That's when it happened. 

"What," Jill said, feeling her own respirations slowly returning to normal. 

"I pumped that fat long bottle so hard in and out of me, that I gave myself 
a grand old come fest, that's what I did. It felt like a fire hydrant up 
there, I mean my first time and everything. And I couldn't stop humping 
myself with it. It was as if it had a life of its own. I rammed it in and 
out so insanely hard. I was acting like a maniac." 

Jill was calmer now and could hear her sister's voice rising with agitation. 
Surely that wasn't all just coming from the telling of the tale. She had to 
have been diddling herself the whole time. Then, she thought of a way to 
tell for sure. She inched herself back very slowly in her chair and kept one 
eye peeled on Ginger. 

"Course," she said amidst heavy breathing and gyrating around in her seat, 
"I've grown up since then. Now I could hear Mom and Dad throwing themselves 
down on the bed totally out of energy, really wasted, if you know what I 
mean." 

There was a long pause while Ginger caught her breath and rolled her baby 
blue eyes around in her head. She was positively gasping for oxygen. Jill 
quickly bent over as far as she could right at the spot where Ginger was 
sitting. 

"Wooooooooooooowwwwww!" the younger girl let out as the table lifted up off 
its legs and she let her head go back to release the holler inside her. She 
hadn't even noticed her sister watching her under the table. 

A moment later, she could begin to think about catching her breath and she 
looked over at her sister. Jill just sat there like the cat that swallowed 
the canary. 

"So that's where it went," Jill said, reaching right under the table and 
grabbing the thing out of Ginger's plump little fingers. 

"Sorry," Ginger came back sheepishly, "I couldn't help it, I just got so 
excited. That story always gets me hot." 

"I wonder what the fuck happened to that other cucumber," Jill said, heaving 
the sick green and wasted lump of legume down on the table. 

After a moment she shook her head and tossed it into the garbage. 

"Mom and Dad will be home in about ten minutes." Jill got slowly up from her 
chair and walked to the refrigerator. Then she grinned over her shoulder at 
Ginger who was pulling the skirt of her scout uniform down over her thighs 
and squirming back up in her seat to look as though she had just finished 
having tea with Lady Astor. "Think they'll mind if we skip the salad for 
tonight?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

In the morning, Richie Garrison pushed the door to the bathroom open and 
yelled down the hall, "Isn't anybody gonna get that?" 

Not hearing an answer, he grunted an oath of annoyance and reached over to 
pull up his pants. He really hated to be disturbed on the toilet, especially 
when he had his pants all the way down. Not that he had actually been going 
to the bathroom, but he had been busy beating his bishop. And the 
interruption meant he would just have to postpone whacking it all the way 
home until later. 

"Hello," he said as he held the thing up to his ear. "What do you want?" 

It wasn't a particularly polite way to answer the phone, but then neither 
were the surroundings. Mrs. Livingstone's Boarding House. He thought places 
like that had gone out with bottled milk and stick shift cars until the day 
his father had brought him here. He had been about fourteen. Maybe it was 
two years ago. He didn't remember exactly since he and his dad had moved 
around so much since he was a kid. 

"She ain't home now," he shouted into the phone, trying to sound like a 
tough old man. "She'll be back by six o'clock, though. Supper is served 
around six thirty, most nights. Call back then." 

He slammed the phone back down, onto the wall. It was pretty bad, not having 
a phone of your own. Having to answer for old Mrs. Livingstone. She wasn't a 
bad sort, though, even had taken to mothering him a little. Not that he 
liked it, or even wanted it. He-didn't remember his own mother. But his 
father insisted she had been a pretty woman. He kicked a flap of frayed 
carpet with the toe of his shoe and debated whether to go back in the 
bathroom or just sit down right here in the hall and get down to business. 
Someone might come home. It was getting that time. The other boarders all 
had jobs outside. That's because all of them were over forty. The thought of 
one of those grubby old guys catching him with his whang out gave him a 
shudder. No telling which one of them might be queer. He stayed as far away 
from them as he could. He liked women a whole lot better anyway. And at the 
age of sixteen and one month, he'd had a few, too. 

A month after his dad plunked him down at Livingstone's he'd gotten his 
first hard taste of pussy. It was off a hooker, too. At least he was pretty 
sure that's what she was. Stayed out very late at night, finally drove Mrs. 
Livingstone to throw her out and her luggage onto the sidewalk after her. It 
had been quite a scene. 

"Don't want your kind around here, girlie," she said, drawing her bushy 
eyebrows together and shaking her broom at her. "I'm a decent working woman 
and I don't like your kind. Give the place a bad name." 

"I'm a decent working woman, too," the girl shouted back at her, bending 
over to pick up her battered suitcase, "and I don't exactly like prudes like 
you. So long, Grandma." 

Richie had had to stifle a laugh as he stood in the front hall way watching 
the show There was Mrs. L., shaking that old broom at her and hanging off 
the front steps, cursing a blue streak. And there was Lulu, strutting off 
down the street in her shiny tight black skirt and mesh stockings. Her 
platform shoes clacked along the sidewalk like loose change in a dryer. If 
she hadn't been a hooker, she sure could have fooled half the neighborhood. 

"Getting all my guests worked up and never even let me in her room to change 
the sheets on her bed." 

The old woman continued to mutter under her breath as she disappeared back 
into the kitchen. "Dinner be ready in a half hour," she screamed up to no 
one in particular. 

God bless that goofy old lady, Richie thought. No matter what happens at her 
flea bag boarding house, dinner is always on the table at six thirty sharp. 

He went back to his room and flopped down on his bed. It had been quite a 
day. He couldn't forget the look on old Mrs. L.'s face either when she had 
walked in there and found the two of them together. Her darling Richie and 
that harridan of a whore of Babylon. She must have been a witch to have 
seduced little Richie. The child she swore to his father she would look out 
for. And him only a boy of fourteen. 

Lulu hadn't exactly seduced him. He sort of asked for it. But that much he 
never told Mrs. L. 

He remembered the day she came there. He had been sand lot baseball and had 
gotten home just about dark. The girl was sitting in the living room. She 
was wearing a long, tan trench coat and sounded very proper. She mentioned 
that she was going to college, at the local campus. Studying art and music. 
Mrs. Livingstone seemed impressed. From where Richie was standing in the 
kitchen he could see her curvaceous thighs under the black cotton stockings. 

"You sing?" Mrs. Livingstone asked, fumbling for her glasses to get a better 
look at the girl. "We need a soprano in our church choir." 

Richie thought the girl's voice sounded much too husky and deep to sing 
soprano, but damned if she didn't nod her head. 

"I have a little evening job now, Mrs. Livingstone," she said, lowering her 
eyes to the rug and pursing her lips, "in the library." 

"That's okay, dear," Mrs. Livingstone said, straightening the doily on the 
arm of her easy chair. "Most of us work for a living in this place, so I 
guess you should fit right in. Must tell you though, I don't normally take 
in young ladies, some of them tend to be rowdy or worse and I can't afford 
to have my regular men guests stirred up by such goings on as I wouldn't 
even want to repeat in front of your tender ears." 

"I promise I won't be any bother," she kept her eyes glued onto the rug, not 
daring to look up, "I keep mostly-to myself, my studies and all, you see?" 

"All right, then," Mrs. L. said, standing up and crossing toward her, "Let's 
shake on it. Rent's due every Monday morning. Before noon or I get testy. 
You don't want to do that to an old lady, do you?" She chuckled and extended 
a bony hand toward the girl. 

Richie wasn't quite sure what was going on, but when the girl uncrossed 
those legs he was pretty sure he saw a snatch of red slip peek out from 
under her long full skirt. An unlikely color for such a paragon of virtue as 
she was making herself out to be. 

And it wasn't long before the paragon of virtue showed him a whole lot more 
than her red petticoat. 

"You're a cute kid," she said, playfully grabbing the end of his baseball 
bat one evening as he was passing her on the stairs. "What's your name?" 

He noticed she was wearing her makeup a bit heavier that afternoon. Mrs. 
Livingstone had gone to a bazaar at the church. 

"Maybe I ain't no kid," Richie said, yanking his bat away and backing up 
against the grease-stained wallpaper. "Maybe I'm a lot older than you 
think." 

He thought that sounded fairly tough under the circumstances. His voice was 
still changing in fact. 

"Could you help me out, Richie?" she said, putting her arm around his 
shoulder and moving a little closer into him. "I gotta date tonight, real 
nice guy, but I gotta go out for an hour. He'll be here soon. Could you 
entertain him a little while till I get back? I'll give you some money for 
your trouble." 

"Don't need nuthin' from you," he said, chewing his gum hard and rubbing the 
head of his bat between his hands. 

"You'll do it then?" she said, leaning over and kissing him on the fuzzy 
soft cheek. "Thanks." 

As she turned to run down the stairs, Richie saw her trench coat collar from 
a few stairs above. It was open and she seemed to be wearing something 
underneath it. But what caught his eye were the two enormous beach balls 
pushed up so hard they pressed against each other, creating a deep dark 
valley in between them. He could see almost to her navel. 

The next hour passed slowly. A guy showed-up in a sports jacket and plaid 
pants. A real schnook. Richie had seen a lot of them before. In fact, he had 
seen Lulu with quite a few around town and she'd only been there a week and 
half. She certainly didn't waste any time. She was all over the place, 
walking with guys into the movie theatre, her reddish brown hair flying over 
her shoulders. He saw her whisk by him in cars, too. Always a different man 
driving. Many of them he didn't recognize. 

"You sure she went to visit her mother?" the man said, not sounding very 
convinced. He bit his nails and sat with his knees spread wide apart and his 
hands folded in between them. 

"That's what she told me," Richie got up and changed the record on the aged 
record player. "You want some more fudge?" He grabbed a plate of the dark 
stiff stuff and handed it to him. 

"No," the guy said, shaking his hand in Richie's direction. He just wasn't 
impressed with his school boy attempt at hospitality. 

Ten minutes later, Lulu pulled up to the front door. And not a moment too 
soon. If the guy had looked at his watch once in the last five minutes, he'd 
eyed it a dozen times. 

"Roger!" Lulu cried out like they were old classmates and this was their 
fortieth reunion. "Gosh, I'm sorry I'm late." 

Richie watched very carefully what happened next. Lulu didn't look like she 
had spent the last hour sitting next to a hospital bed holding hands. Her 
hair was very messed up and she kept raking her hand through it to get it to 
lie down. Her lipstick was definitely smeared and he noticed a little run in 
her stocking. But the most obvious faux pas was that she was holding her 
shoes in her hand. And she was slightly drunk. 

"You said four thirty sharp," he stood up and straightened his tie. "I don't 
expect to get you just the moment I show up, considering your busy schedule, 
but I don't appreciate catching you on the rebound, neither." 

"Oooooh," Lulu let out in that dark, honey voice of hers, "you are talking 
like a bad, bad boy," she ran her hands through his greasy waterfall hair 
and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll have to scold you later," she 
giggled loudly and cut herself with a hiccough. "Excuse me," she said, 
slipping her shoes on. "You got your car?" 

"It's parked out front," he said, sounding more like a funeral director 
every second. "I'm not surprised you missed it, you probably couldn't see a 
wall in front of your face, not in your condition." 

"Nasty, nasty," she teased at him. "You ready to go?" She looked around and 
saw 

Richie standing next to the big walnut-framed clock. She waltzed over gamely 
and whispered into his ear. "Thanks, Sweetie, I'll see you later." Then, 
turning her body so that Roger couldn't possibly see what her hand was 
doing, she tweaked his balls with her fingernails. Hard. 

Richie gasped aloud and tried to keep an erect posture until the two of them 
got out of the house. Then he collapsed in on himself in pain and agony. 

But however much that little tart had hurt him, she had certainly started up 
another sensation when she pinched him with her lobster claws. His penis had 
begun to throb. Not just jerk around aimlessly and cause him no end of 
annoyance. But throb, like a big hard tuning fork. 

"You haven't touched your mash potatoes," Mrs. Livingstone said, standing 
over him waving a wooden spoon, "ain't you hungry?" 

"Naw," he said, sculpting a little mound of them with his fork, "I guess I 
ain't." He pushed the plate back and scrunched down in his seat. 

"You're a growing boy, Richie," the old woman said, pushing on the swinging 
door leading to the kitchen, "you need your food." 

He sighed and stared out the window of the dining room. That wasn't all he 
needed. Lulu had been gone well over an hour. He was beginning to get 
worried. And his cock was beginning to throb just thinking about her. 

"Anybody see the paper?" one of the old time regular boarders bellowed out, 
standing up and heading for the living room. 

Suddenly the door burst open and Lulu came running into the living room. 
From where Richie was seated, he could see that she was crying. That was all 
he could make out for sure, before she rushed up the stairs noisily. He 
heard the door to her room open and slam shut. 

"That girl all right?" Mrs. Livingstone said, poking her nose out from the 
kitchen. She had begun to have a few suspicions about Lulu already. The 
biggest one probably had to do with the fact that she hadn't yet seen her at 
church. She slept very late on Sundays. "Richie," she said, walking into the 
dining room with a huge bowl of apple crisp, "run up there and see if she 
needs anything. I gotta finish up here. And tell her she missed supper. But 
I got some soup on the stove if she still wants to eat." 

Richie pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes and stood up from the 
table. He walked across the room like a man with a mission. He pulled his 
fourteen year old frame up tall and ascended the stairs slowly and with 
great deliberation. 

Moments later he rapped on the peeling painted wood of her door. 

"Go away," a squeaky, tearful voice came back to him. "I don't want to see 
anybody." 

"It's me," he said, trying to aim his voice through the crack in the door, 
"Richie. Open up." 

He waited what seemed like a whole inning before she came to the door. When 
she opened it he could see bruises on her face and neck. A little cut was 
still letting blood out above her right eye. Part of her blouse was torn 
away and he could see the blue demi-bra under it. The lacey thing looked so 
clean and fresh in contrast to her disheveled and filthy blouse "Come on 
in," she managed to say through painfully swollen lips. "Don't mind if I 
don't get myself fixed up for company. I don't feel too good right now." 

"Lulu," the boy said, walking in. and switching on the overhead light, 
"Wow!" He got a better view of the damage. Somebody had done a number on her 
all right. "What happened?" 

"Fucking ass hole Mongoloids in this town I" she screamed and threw an ash 
tray off the dresser onto the floor. The clattering sound vibrated in 
Richie's teeth. "I hate every one of them." 

"Did Roger ... " he started. 

"Oh, Roger and Will Gould and Larry Mott and Arnie what's his name . ... " 
she began to sob uncontrollably. "I hate the whole fucking lot of them." 

Richie had never heard her use a harsher word than "Darn!" until now. He 
wondered if he should call a doctor to look at her eye. 

"I'm getting out of here, I tell you," she sat down and crossed her legs. 
Richie couldn't help but notice how long and silky they were without those 
dreadful black cotton stockings or the clinging mesh ones he had seen her in 
that afternoon. "A girl can't even make a living here. The place is an open 
sewer." 

"Yeah," he said, trying to remember a different place, someplace from when 
he was very small, and he could almost see it, but then it slipped from his 
view. 

"I'm gonna try Rayburn City," she pulled the shredded pieces of her blouse 
tight around her voluminous tit mounds. They pushed so hard back through the 
material, Richie thought they might make still another rip. "I hear they've 
got a new plant there, lot of young men moving there, maybe that would be 
better." 

Richie felt very adult all of a sudden. "You ever think of getting married?" 
He hoped she wouldn't take him the wrong way, but he felt like he should at 
least try to give her good advice. 

"Ha!" she said, sniffing hard and shaking her long mane, "Fat chance anybody 
would want me. But you're cute to ask. Really." She leaned back a moment and 
supported herself on one long bare arm. "You wanna drink?" 

"Sure," Richie said, trying not to wince at the thought. He remembered last 
summer when one of the short-term boarders had poured a little home made 
hootch into his soda. Damn stuff had burned all the way down. Then there was 
last Christmas when he got good and sick at the punch served at a neighbor's 
house. Nobody saw him take any. And of course there had been all those 
bottles of cheap wine he had been experimenting with from the liquor store. 
Stolen by the aid of his own two swift little hands. "What you got?" 

"Brandy. Vintage, too." She walked to the dresser and pulled the top drawer 
open. She pawed around a second and pulled up a bottle with a label that 
looked like a treasure map. "You don't mind if we drink it out of the 
bottle, do you?" 

"My favorite way to drink it," Richie said, wondering how experienced he 
sounded. 

He watched as she tipped her head back and tossed a huge gulp back. He took 
it from her outstretched hand and tried to mimic the action. The stuff 
packed a whole monkey barrel's worth of punches. But it was good and sweet 
and seemed to do the trick very quickly. He felt stoned by the time ha 
handed it back to her. 

"A drinking man," she said, uncrossing her legs and relaxing a little, "my 
favorite kind." 

Richie was. beginning to feel a little hot under the collar. He wondered if 
she was, too. She didn't show it. He watched as she tipped the bottle up to 
her lips again. 

"You're a cute kid, you know that?" she grinned and moved a little closer to 
him. "I bet you wouldn't hurt a girl, would you?" 

"I haven't yet," Richie said, trying to sound like the oldest gentleman at 
the lodge. 

"Bet all the girls at school like you, too. With those brown eyes and that 
grin of yours. You're starting to get a little fuzz on your chin!' She 
reached over and wiggled her index finger into the cleft of his chin. God, 
he hated that. She was starting to act like Mrs. Livingstone. Good thing she 
wasn't buillt like her. 

"The girls at school are too silly for me," now he was sure he sounded old. 
He took the bottle and tossed off another round. 

"You like older women, huh?" Lulu laughed a little and grabbed the bottle 
back. "Like me?" 

"You're not exactly old, Lulu," he said, wondering how old she was, but not 
daring to commit himself to a guess. 

"You get it on with any of the girls yet, or are you a virgin?" 

Richie sat straight up on the edge of the bed and stared out into the space 
in front off him. He had heard girls referred to as virgins, but never boys. 
He didn't like the designation, much. Even if he was one. 

"I think virgins are really the best. They don't have any smart ass ideas 
about girls. They're so hot to lose it they don't think about much else 
besides getting off. It's only those older jaded freak outs that do you more 
dirt than you can handle. Come on over, here, Slugger," she said, pulling 
his baseball cap off his head, "Let's get to know each other better." 

Richie was anxious, he would have to admit that. But how much would she know 
about him. That he'd never been with a woman. Never even seen one naked. 
There had been no home life that he could remember. No mother or sweet 
little sister to undress in the bathroom and leave the door open. Nobody to 
peak at while they got into their bathing suit at the family lake cottage. 
Only once had he even peeked at Mrs. Livingstone. It had been a disgusting 
experience. 

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable," she said, lying back on one 
side and fanning herself with her hand, "it's getting warm in here, isn't 
it?" 

Richie couldn't think of any ways to get comfortable except, maybe taking 
his sneakers off. He unlaced them as fast as he could and kicked them into 
the corner. 

Lulu giggled up at him and grabbed his hand. She placed it squarely on one 
of her big round busts. Richie could feel the thing heaving and the heat 
underneath the firm, padded lower cup of the bra. 

"Like that?" she said, looking at him through lowered eyelids. "I'll show 
you more if you come closer." 

Richie was tempted to leap on top of her so hard the bed would break, but he 
kept up the appearance of a calm, collected third baseman. At least for the 
moment. 

"Could I see you under there?" he asked the question with rising interest, 
but realized that it didn't sound too smooth the way it came out. 

"I don't think you're small enough to get under here," she giggled and 
tossed the empty bottle onto the floor. "In face," she said, rising up onto 
both knees. "I'd like to see just what size you are." 

"Over five feet," he said proudly, "and still growing according to my 
coach." 

He thought Lulu was going to bust her guts giggling. He finally put his hand 
over her mouth. 

"I mean your pecker, wise acre," she said, adjusting herself over him on the 
bed again. "But first I'm gonna show you my tits. Too bad the rest of the 
cocksuckers in this town don't appreciate them, I hope you do." 

Richie hoped he wouldn't piss his pants in the agonizing long time it took 
her to remove the torn blouse. He opened his mouth automatically when he 
finally did get a good look at those creamy milk boobs like full moons 
rising over the top of her half-bra. He wanted to grab them both and squeeze 
for all his might. Admirably, he restrained himself. 

"Unhook me," she said, loving the teasing and tormenting she could do on 
this kid. Those older guys were such creeps. They wouldn't even let you get 
out of your clothes like a lady. They were too anxious to fuck and shoot. 
What a crowd of losers! 

Richie wasn't sure just how he found the hook between her shoulder blades or 
how he summoned up the manual dexterity to actually release the hook from 
the eye itself, but he did, he really did do it. 

"Sheeeeeiiiiit," he said, as the two fully packed tits came into view. 

"I take it you like these," she said, running her hands over and over and 
around and through her rosy pink nipples. They grew darker and rougher and 
more pointed under her handling. 

"Yeah," he shot back, letting out a whole lung full of air. He hoped to hell 
he could get back again if he needed to. 

She inched her way closer to him and taking one huge lump in her hand draped 
it into his face. The sensation practically caused him to rupture on the 
spot. That smooth, round, firm package, delivered so special right to his 
cheek. He felt the curled up animal in his crotch wake from its sleeping 
position. The throbbing began again in earnest. 

"Uh, huh," she said, "starting to get you right there, isn't it?" 

She reached a practiced hand over and felt his stirring beast growing 
angrier by the second. 

"What?" Richie said, a little too obviously naively. 

"I suppose it's as hard as this all the time," Lulu said, raising her eye 
brows and giving him a lewd little wink. "You're quite a little man, ya know 
that?" 

"What do you mean?" Richie said, feeling his voice rise in his gullet. He 
had wanted it to stay down, but there he was, full first tenor, despite 
himself. 

"You're how old? Fourteen?" she began stroking the thrashing beast in 
earnest, using the whole palm of her hand and her fingertips. "But you're 
hung like man. That's good." 

"It is?" Richie said, wondering where he should put his chewing gum. 

God, that cock of his was clamoring to get out of its cage. He wondered if 
it was actually making noise. It was sure active enough. He felt the heat 
from Lulu's body as she came closer and watched agape as she slowly unzipped 
the tight black skirt. She eased it down over her hips, catching her 
half-slip and panties all in one bundle. Richie watched her tight shapely 
thighs appear on the screen in front of his face, then a little fringe of 
reddish brown hair, then a whole bush of reddish brown hair. Now the tops of 
her legs. He thought he might just start drooling right down on top of them. 

"Do you know how to eat pussy?" Lulu said, very matter-of-factly. "I mean 
most men don't know, so I thought since you were still a kid...." 

"I wish you'd cut out that kid stuff," Richie said, surprised to hear 
himself protesting considering his present circumstances. "I know how to eat 
pussy." 

He had actually said that! Now what the hell was he going to do. He thought 
of a pussy. Mrs. Livingstone's cat. The way it lapped up milk out of a 
saucer. Worth a try in this rather pressing situation. Lulu was, in fact, 
pressing her pussy right up to his face. 

"Prove it," she said, teasing the hell out of him, "prove you know how to 
eat." 

He found her heated and wet valley quick enough with his moist hot hard 
tongue. And he just began lapping. In fact, the pussy was wet enough to be a 
saucer of milk. He just kept slurping and remembering to breathe about every 
four or five licks. Whatever he was doing seemed to have some effect on 
Lulu. She began moaning softly in the back of her throat and hunching up on 
his tongue. He pressed a little bulbous piece of flesh with his tongue. That 
really made the bed springs creak. It seemed to drive her right up the wall 
whenever he pressed on that thing or anywhere near it. 

"Christ," she said, between gulps of air, "you do know how to give head." 

"Sure," said Richie, feeling like the proud owner of a unique and patented 
skill, "I guess a lot of women think I do this very good." It sounded really 
dumb as soon as he said it, but what the hell, he had to let her know she 
wasn't dealing with no greenhorn. 

Speaking of horns, he felt his turning into a bugle. It would start blasting 
away any moment if someone didn't do something about it. And it looked like 
she was about to do just that. 

"I want to see your dick," she said, as though it were like asking Mrs. 
Livingstone to see a room to let. "Take your pants off." 

Richie withdrew his tongue a moment and stepped onto the floor. He paused a 
second, wondering if he knew how to get out of his clothes smoothly and not 
too eagerly, but he figured it didn't matter any more. She was just going to 
have to sit there and watch a new recruit on maneuvers. He unzipped the 
crooked teeth of the zipper and let his pants down over his hips. He hoped 
to hell his underwear was somewhat clean. Just in case, he hooked his thumbs 
over the waistband and yanked the whole mess down in one fell swoop. 

There, he thought to himself standing naked as a jay bird in the middle of 
the dimly lit room. Give the women what they want. Hope she's happy. 

"You are hung!" Lulu shouted, sounding really pleased with whatever the boy 
had just shown her. "Like a man." 

She had begun to play with her tits again. That really got his member 
banging up against his flat bare stomach. He hoped he could keep it from 
staying flush against his navel it was pounding so heavy into him. He walked 
to the bed and sat down. 

"Now I want you to eat my pussy," he said, knowing that wasn't at all what 
he wanted to say, but feeling that it was right just the same. At least it 
was fair. 

"You are a crazy guy," Lulu said, shaking her head and taking his stiff 
prick in her hands. 

At least she hadn't called him a kid. She wrapped those tried and true hands 
around his cock very firmly and began working them up and down at a snail's 
pace. Then she built up speed slowly. The slow, tantalizing change of pace 
just about sent him through the roof. He felt his cock grow still harder and 
heavier under hands. He felt it poking up again. And it was trembling 
uncontrollably. 

Then he watched in awe as she licked her lips and stuck out a long pink 
tongue. She began to flick the head, tight in around the slit and working it 
faster and faster over the rim and right-down the shaft. He could hear such 
phenomenal lapping sounds. The lapping turned to smacking and finally to 
full-force sucking. She took him whole into her mouth and sucked so hard, 
her cheeks nearly met. He watched breathless as she slid the whole wad down 
her throat and then eased herself off it again. She took it all down once 
and held it there for an incredibly long time. He didn't know if he was 
feeling pain or pleasure. The sensations were so mixed and his head was 
spinning so fast. 

"Fuck me," she purred up, popping the head out of her lips. "I want this 
big, rude thing right up inside my cunt. I'm ready, that's for sure." 

Richie wasn't sure just how he was going to get his penis in that peculiarly 
tiny hole between the bush mounds, but he had heard it could be done. 

"Where?" he couldn't believe he asked. 

"In here," she whispered, pulling his hand onto her wet warm pussy lips. 
"Where you were eating me." 

"I know that," he said, trying not to sound like a dumb kid, "but on the bed 
or on the floor. I don't want to make too much noise. And I am going to fuck 
you hard, lady, you can count on that." 

He was especially pleased with himself for that last little bit. It sounded 
very convincing. He hoped he could hold himself hard long enough to mount 
her. He sure felt like he couldn't last much longer. 

"Over here," she said, pointing to the big soft chair with the beaten up 
cushions in the corner. 

He sauntered over to it, holding tightly onto her hand. Then he stopped 
short. It was, after all, a chair. How the hell were they going to lie down 
in it. 

"Sit," she ordered simply. 

"Where are you going to go?" he asked in a totally confused but highly 
aroused state of mind. 

She didn't answer. She shoved him right down into the seat and jumped on top 
of him. A double gasp as his now wet cock slid right up the love tunnel of 
her writhing wet pussy. She sat up hard on top of him, feeling his schlong 
high in her cunt. The balls under the cock rubbed against her outer cunt 
lips, creating a marvelous double whammy of friction and heat. 

Richie tried to get a little leverage by raising his hips and then lowering 
himself onto the chair. The tight, animalistic squeezing around his prick 
felt like a zillion angels were draining him of his life's essence. 

Lulu flung her knees over the arms of the chair and looked down to see the 
hard wet glistening rod ride in and out of her gripping cunt lock. 

Richie felt a long, low shifting of gears deep inside his bowels. It sent a 
two-ton truck barreling down his center and careening up the length of his 
peter. 

"Oh, no," he moaned and whimpered like a kid who just had his candy ration 
for the year snatched right out of his hand. 

"Give it to me," Lulu was shouting into his ear. She plunked her whole frame 
down hard onto his pubic bone and felt the rock hard schlong rise up her 
like a wet flag pole. 

Richie felt the load lurch forward and spill like a geyser into the woman's 
stretched out honey box. The sensation caused him to sink into the cushions 
of the chair about a foot and then practically rise to his feet. He felt the 
spunk kick out the tiny slit up top and wash the warm, wet cave of the 
woman's cunt out like a power hose. 

Lulu felt the spray jerking off into her belly. She gripped the culprit as 
hard as she could with her tentacle like cunt lips and rocked with him as 
hard as his jism would squirt. She felt herself go off like a time bomb, and 
she collapsed into her organs just before detonation. Then she exploded and 
felt the force flying everywhere around her. 

A moment or two passed before Richie dared to open his eyes. When he did, 
Mrs. Livingstone was standing in front of him. He could see her familiar 
white apron framing Xulu's luscious shoulders. 

"Never in all my born days," she said, shouting oaths to to the rooftops. 

Richie believed her, too. Especially the part about "never." He was pretty 
sure she never had. 

He opened his eyes and looked at the cracked and peeling paint on the 
ceiling. That had been quite an evening. He never saw Lulu again after that 
day. She left town just like she said she would. He wondered sometimes if he 
missed her. He'd never had anybody in his family close enough to miss, 
except his dad. He wondered if he was in love with her. Maybe that's what 
love was. Some really good sex. 

One thing he knew for sure. He remembered that face. That beautiful reddish 
blonde hair. The smile. And there was somebody in school who reminded him of 
her. She was a lot younger though. But she was a sexy little thing, too. And 
at thirteen. 

"Hi, Richie," he always heard her say in the hall. 

A lot of kids wouldn't even talk to him at that school. Probably because he 
didn't have a family and lived in a boarding house. But she talked to him. 
And the best part of it was, she really did look like Lulu. Her tits weren't 
that big yet, but they showed a lot of promise. He really wanted to get to 
know her better. He wanted to fuck her. Before school started again in the 
fall. 

He closed his eyes and saw her standing in front of him; bending over to 
pick up a book or sliding down the banister in her little short skirt. Her 
name was Ginger Amos. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Aw, Mom!" Jill stomped her foot hard down on the glossy wooden floor boards 
of the front hall way of the Amos house. 

"Don't start, Jill," her mother's voice came back at her calmly, "your 
father's still sleeping." 

"Why can't you just get a babysitter like the Cuthberts and the Shanklins 
and half the other families do on this block?" 

"If you don't lower your voice, I'll open the front door and shove you right 
out onto the lawn." Paula Amos could see her daughter had a temper just like 
she did. 

"Rhonda DeVries has two brothers and she never has to babysit them," she 
said, working against the stern will of her mother sure was tiring. 

* * * 

"It's only for the weekend, Jill," her mother said, trying to reason with 
the high-strung emotionally-charged girl. 

"Crying out loud," Jill said, kicking the woodwork with the toe of her 
tennis shoe. 

"You'll have the whole rest of the summer if you like, this is still June. 
Stop making marks on the woodwork." She could feel herself fast losing 
patience with the girl. She was getting to be too much to handle. 

It had been like this ever since the girl entered her senior year in high 
school. She thought she was the hottest piece of action around. Paula Amos 
had worried so much about her. Her grades weren't good either. And she was 
always wearing those tight little sweaters around town. It just didn't look 
right. Thank God the Amoses had managed to provide her with a healthy home 
environment. 

"Where are you going again?" she said, wishing to hell that bratty little 
sister of hers had never been born. 

"All the way to Port Lakefield. And this is your father's only cousin, so he 
would like to go to the wedding. I don't know what the devil I'm going to 
get them as a gift." 

"How about Ginger?" Jill snapped back, pouting as hard as she could. 

"That's about enough, Jill," she said, feeling the blood rush to her 
forehead. She didn't like anyone even bringing up the name of her darling 
youngest daughter without genuflecting. She was her pride and joy. Such a 
little angel. And so bright. Except in math, of course, but then she hadn't 
been much into numbers herself as a young girl. 

"Really, Mom," Jill tried, knowing her mother favored the little brat. 
Still, she had to try. "How would you like to have a little tagalong follow 
you everywhere you went? The kid's bad news I tell you." 

Jill felt a sharp swipe across her face. She heard the whacking sound only 
later. She rubbed her face a moment and stood stock still. 

"Don't you ever speak like that to me about Ginger again," she said, very 
near tears. "Here you have the sweetest little kid on the whole block and 
your sister and you don't even appreciate her. That little girl has won 
every scouting badge in the book and she's been active for six months!" 

Jill gritted her teeth together and reminded herself that she had been 
active a lot longer than that. If only her mother knew what a sneaky 'little 
voyeur and part time dirty old man their adorable, darling child was, they 
might not be so permanently wiped off the map by her every move. 

" We're leaving tonight, so help me with the laundry now," Mrs. Amos was 
just so tired of fighting with this obstinate girl. 

"What about Murray?" she said suddenly. 

"He'll help you with the house and things, why?" she asked, wondering who 
left the fingerprints on the doorknob. 

"Seems to me he gets to come and go as he pleases while I have to stay 
attached to that ... " Jill rubbed her face again, "sister of mine." 

"You don't have to stay attached to her," Mrs. Amos was walking into the 
kitchen now with Jill hot on her heels. "You can go anywhere you want during 
the day. Just be sure you're home by supper time. I'm leaving lots of stuff 
in the freezer and I made a special order at Tillson's. Murray's gonna bring 
it home tonight." 

The two of them marched down into the basement to begin the sordid process 
of getting the Amos clothes clean. Jill hated this. She made a mental note 
to marry a millionaire so she would never have to look at a box of detergent 
as long as she lived ever after. 

Rustling from overhead. The refrigerator door opening. "Sweetie?" Mrs. Amos 
called up. 

"Morning, Mom," Ginger called out like a debutante on horseback. 

"We're down here, Baby," Mrs. Amos cooed up to her precious baby doll. 

Ginger descended the stairs like Scarlett O'Hara walking among the wounded 
Confederate soldiers. 

"Can I have that marble cake?" she said in a disgustingly adorable tone of 
voice. 

"Well, just this once, I suppose," their mother said, tossing a sheet into 
the machine. "It is Friday after all." 

Jill had to hold back an impulse to vomit. Her mother would never have heard 
of such a thing as her taking cake out of the refrigerator for breakfast. Or 
Murray either for that matter. That brat was getting under her fingernails. 

"Can I help, Ma?" Ginger said, twirling her pigtails around and sitting on 
the edge of the basement steps. 

"No, Sweetheart," she smiled at the angelic little figure adorning the 
wooden steps, "next year is soon enough to start this." 

Ginger watched the women sorting clothes and yawned loudly. 

"You'll have to finish this, Jill," their mother said, brushing a lock of 
hair out of her eyes and running up the steps. "It's nearly eight and I've 
got to wake your father. I'm going to ride downtown with him. I sure don't 
know what to get the cousin and his new Mrs., though." 

"How about Jill?" Ginger piped up, licking the cake icing from off her 
fingers. 

"Ha!" Mrs. Amos cried from the top of the stairs, "You're such a silly girl 
when you want to be." 

Jill wondered if she was strong enough to stuff Ginger down the basement 
drain. Maybe not whole as she was now, but after chopping her up into little 
pieces . ... Hmmmmmm. The idea deserved some thinking over. 

"Mom's going away this weekend," Ginger said, standing up and shaking the 
crumbs out of her lap. "And you're gonna take care of me. You and Murray." 

"You listen to them every night?" Jill said, finding the machine dial and 
setting it for wash and spin 

"I got better things to do than crawl down the hall and stick my ear up 
their key hole for eight-hours, ya know," she said, leaning on one elbow and 
watching her sister. 

"Like what?" Jill asked, sorting the next batch of ugly, smelly laundry into 
enormous piles. 

"Like exploring my sexuality," Ginger answered sitting up like a puppet on a 
stage. "After all, you're only young once." 

"I don't even believe you know how to say that, let alone do it," Jill 
returned. She started shoving boxes and bottles around on the laundry shelf 
searching for the bleach bottle. 

"I know how to do it, but I'm just a beginner. I need advice. From someone 
older and far more experienced than myself." Now she was sounding like a 
novice monk who just arrived at the monastery. "Someone like you." 

'i ain't telling you nothing," her sister said feeling very defensive for 
some reason. She unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out the colorless 
liquid into the sudsy whirling water. 

"I think you will." Ginger said, looking at her like a police inspector. 

"Why?" 

"Because I told you a lot of stuff last night. A lot of personal, very 
private and intimate things. And I want the favor returned. Share and share 
alike. Huh? What do you say?" 

"And if I don't?" Jill slammed the lid of the machine down with a thud. 

"You wouldn't want Mom to know about you and Brent Pugh, would you?" 

"You little fuck bunny," Jill seethed out at her, actually baring the top 
row of her teeth. 

"How the hell do you know about that?" 

"I happen to be very good at climbing trees, Sis," Ginger retorted, feeling 
like she had the whole deck of cards stacked in her favor. 

Brent Pugh was the neighborhood landscaper. He usually showed up sometime in 
early spring and helped people plant grass, dig flower beds, even 
re-structure their terraces. He had his own little bulldozer and a few 
employees to help him with the heavy stuff. He lived alone in a little 
farmhouse on the edge of town. 

Jill was really into beefcake the summer she coaxed him up into the tree 
house. Evidently the two of them had not been alone. 

"How much did you see?" Jill asked, feeling like a whipped dog. This whole 
one upsmanship stuff was really tiring her out. She wondered if eighteen 
year olds ever got gray hair. 

"Enough," Ginger said, "at least I saw him kiss you." 

If that's all she saw, Jill thought to herself, I'm safe. Too soon the 
feeling of relief swept over her. 

"Of course that was after he pumped the spunk out of your bung hole." 

Jill felt her ears burn up to her hair line. Where had this kid picked up 
these filthy words? The only kid who talked like that around school was 
Richie Garrison. 

"Why the hell do you want me to tell you about it if you saw all this in the 
flesh . ... I say 'if', remember I am not actually confessing to anything. ' 

Jill could hear the clothes spinning around in the machine like the thoughts 
splashing in thick knots in her head. 

"Because I have to be content to listen," Ginger said, quietly from the box 
seat of the mezzanine. "I am really too young to have had the rich sort of 
experience you have." 

"And besides," Jill said, glaring back at her, "you like to finger your 
pussy while you're listening." 

"Maybe," Ginger teased back at her. 

"Well," Jill said, leaning back against the agitating machine and inching 
her way down to the cool cement floor of the basement. "I'll tell you-one of 
my famous escapades, since you insist. But it's not your usual sort of hot 
action, if you know what I mean." 

Ginger had no idea and shook her head slowly. 

"It involves me and Miss Schroder. Remember her?" 

"The gym teacher at East Central Junior High?" 

"One of them. She quit last year. Rumor was she got married to some baseball 
player." 

Ginger wondered what the hell her sister was driving at. "So?" 

"Well, I don't think she did." She folded her arms and leaned against the 
vibrating washer. 

"Who cares?" Ginger said, impatient for the sex talk to begin. 

"The reason I don't think she got married, at least I'm pretty sure she 
didn't, well, it's cause she's a lesbian." 

"A what?" Ginger couldn't help squinting hard at her sister. "What's that?" 

"Girls who have sex with girls, Pea Brain." 

"Are you lying to me?" she said, her voice rising to a height of one mile 
above sea level. 

"Evidently you know nothing about gay scenes," Jill said, looking critically 
at her fingernails and feeling for once that she knew something Ginger 
didn't. 

"No, I don't." the younger girl said, " So I'm waiting for you to tell me, 
Sis." 

The little girl sat back and took a hold of the banister. Her sister sure 
could spin a good yarn. Girls having sex with girls. What would she think of 
next? Ginger had to get a tight grip on herself to keep from giggling out 
loud. 

"Well, I guess I've been either a cheerleader or on the pep squad ever since 
I was your age. Always did have a lot of school spirit. Miss Schroder had 
all the pom-poms locked up in her storage room behind the girl's gym. And 
when I was a freshman, I was responsible for getting them to and from the 
local games. I had other girls to help me from time to time, but they 
usually turned out to be unreliable. I, on the other hand, am very loyal to 
the team." 

Ginger stifled a little yawn and tried not to let Jill see how she rolled 
her eyes up to look at the world as if to say, "Get a load of this, folks." 

"On the particular day in question," Jill reflected, striking the knowing 
pose of a master story teller, "I think it was a Tuesday, I was returning 
about a dozen pom-poms to the gym. We had won the game against Upper River 
Middle High, Christ, they must have had a lousy team that year, anyway . ... 
I was hot and sweaty from leading all those cheers and working the kids up 
to a fevered pitch." 

Ginger was growing a little weary of the particulars, but she still couldn't 
figure the girl-to-girl angle. She would just have to be patient. 

"I stuck my head in the gym and there was Miss Schroder. I hope you don't 
mind if I call her Alice. We have become, er, rather intimate since that 
day. She was practicing free throws. Here it was, end of March and Miss 
Schroder, uh, Alice has this gorgeous, glowing tan all over her legs and 
arms and face. We used to wonder how she got that. Maybe from coaching 
outside during gym periods. But all the girls in her classes were curious. 
We used to dare each other to ask her. Nobody ever had the nerve, though." 

Ginger let her eyes wander up the cement embankment of the basement room and 
began counting the cracks in the wall. 

"Well, on that particular day, feeling really charged up with the excitement 
of the game and all, I decided to ask her." Jill listened a moment and heard 
the machine click into its spin cycle. "She gave me a really warm smile when 
I said something to her. I think it was 'Hi, Miss Schroder,' or 'Where can I 
put these?' Something like that." 

"This is about as thrilling as last term's report card," Ginger said, unable 
to figure out where the action could possibly come from given two women in a 
big empty smelly gymnasium. 

"I think she always liked me. Being so popular may have attracted her to me. 
And she's no mud fence herself, if you remember." 

Ginger did, barely. The woman was just out of girls' college and managed to 
draw wolf whistles on every corner of town when she went out. She knew that 
a lot of married men had tried coming on to her, too. No luck there either, 
so far as Ginger had ever heard. And the girls in the eighth grade had a 
pretty good grape vine that year. 

"If you don't mind my asking, Ma'am," Jill continued, "a bunch of the girls 
were wondering where you got that great tan. I mean spring break isn't even 
here yet." 

"I get it right here at East Central," she said, bouncing the ball a couple 
of times, then anchoring it on her hip with her hand. "Wanna see where?" 

"Well, Sister of Mine, I think you know me well enough to know how damn 
curious I am So I nodded my head and she showed me into her office. There is 
a little room in back of that office. It's got an old leather couch in it. 
Looks like an examining table in a doctor's office, say around the last 
century, and a big cabinet with a bunch of first aid stuff in it. I don't 
remember what else." 

Ginger was unaware the room existed. She nodded like a zombie and tried to 
stay awake. 

"Anyway, there was this big lamp in there. Alice said it was a sun lamp. It 
must have been, cause that woman was too tanned to be believed. Then she 
asked if I ever thought of using one of those things. I told her Mom 
probably wouldn't let me. S he said it wasn't a good idea cause most people 
don't know how to use it. You have to start slowly and build up your time. 
Then the tan works. That way you don't burn your skin off." 

Well, Ginger thought, at least if there's no sex in this story, there might 
be some gore. 

"I was fascinated. I wanted to try it. She said okay, but she'd have to 
watch me. She didn't want me to stay under there any longer than five 
minutes. 

"What?" asked Ginger, dying for a laugh at least. 

"She said she thought I should get undressed. When I looked at her kind of 
funny, she said that it would be okay, because she would get undressed, too. 
That way I wouldn't feel strange in there alone undressed." 

The logic of this escaped Ginger completely and she found herself nodding 
mindlessly again. 

"She stood up to take her regulation blouse off. And it was true. Her 
shoulders were bronze as your baby shoe bookends in the front room. They 
were also well-muscled and rounded. I could see the very plain white cotton 
bra she had on underneath. Nothing like all that lacey stuff Mom wears. Or 
like the stuff I'm gonna wear someday. God, I'm gonna have rosettes sewn 
into every seam and black lace by the drawers full, none of that ordinary 
$2.98 junk for me." 

Ginger began to perk up at talk of underwear. Still no sex yet, though, and 
she was getting horny not hearing about it. 

"I don't know if you know this or not, but Miss Schroder has enormous tits. 
I can tell you it's true. She reached up in back and unhooked that bra and 
shook her tits out of it and the room trembled. It looked like she'd picked 
up the basketballs again and was holding them against her chest. And with 
that small athletic waist of hers, and those long brown legs." 

Talk like this was starting to get Ginger's attention sparked, finally. 

"She came and sat down next to me and I could feel the air inside her rise 
and fall as she breathed. Her tits heaved up and down with each exhalation 
and I swear my heart went up and down in tune. She was just so gorgeous. 
like one of those calendar girls in Mr. Rickert's garage. The light from the 
sun lamp was shining on those golden silky hairs along her arms and tummy. 
It was psychedelic, I tell you.' 

Jill heaved a little sigh of fond memory and tugged at the legs of her 
shorts. Just thinking about the excitement of that afternoon rekindled the 
excitement itself. , "You gonna continue?" Ginger asked, wide-eyed by this 
time. 

"She sat next to me and pulled her shorts off. A big, downy perfectly round 
crown of hair appeared between her legs as she did. The light caught that, 
too and it was dazzling. I swear even the skin between her thighs was 
tanned. She must have sat there with her legs spread out a lot in front of 
that lamp. God only knows what she did during those times. 

Ginger closed her eyes a moment and thought hard about what she might have 
done. It made her quiver all over with delight. "Now I don't want to he to 
you, Sis. I like to think I m just a regular girl and all, but I was getting 
turned on. She was showing me sights I had never witnessed before. And I was 
only a freshman! She took a hold of one of my hands and must have felt me 
trembling." 

"Did she say anything?" Ginger felt herself leaning in a little toward her 
sister. 

"Yeah," Jill said, dreamily, she said, 'Are you frightened?' Of course, I 
told her I wasn't. Then she told me that if I wasn't frightened I could take 
off my clothes and get some sun lamp rays. I watched her get up on the couch 
next to me; roll over to face me. I was nervous." 

"How come you said you weren't?" Ginger piped up. 

"That's the really insane part," Jill said, shaking her head and listening 
for the machine to click off, "I didn't want to be. I liked being next to 
her. She was so soft and warm and luscious. It was like lying next to a 
movie star of a princess. God, when I think back to how huge those heaving 
mountains on her chest were, and how mossy and thick was that rain forest 
between her legs." 

"I think you were turned on," Ginger said, sitting up to allow her little 
clit room to breathe. 

"I was, that's for sure." Jill stood up to take the clothes out of the 
washing machine and noticed how engorged her own clit and cunt lips had 
gotten in retelling the story. "I started to take my clothes off. I pulled 
the strap of my top down over my pep suit sweater, but honestly, Kid, I 
forgot how to undress. Flustered, I guess. Anyway, I was all thumbs." 

"What did she do?" Ginger said, certain that she would never have acted so 
stupid when she was excited. 

"She pulled down the straps of my top" Jill said, yanking the matted wet wad 
apart piece by piece and heaving it into the dryer. "And she unbuttoned my 
pep suit sweater and she unzipped my skirt and she pulled down my slip and 
she took every single stitch off me I had on my body. And she did it all so 
slowly, so painstakingly. Every time a piece of material came away from my 
body it felt like a layer of my own skin. She had a way of touching me that 
was . ... like how you'd touch velvet or something real expensive. Anyway 
she made me feel very special. like I was an art exhibit and she had paid a 
lot of money just to get close." 

Ginger could feel the little nubs of her upturned pink nipples growing hard 
and rough. She wanted to rub her whole front against the basement wall and 
work her body up and down to still the twitching. 

"She began to rub oil on me. I never knew anybody could rub like that, I 
mean it was like, like sex. She massaged me while she was doing it and she 
must know something about massage, because she kept touching me a certain 
way, a way that was turning me on like a drinking fountain after a work out. 
Which, by the way, was how my cunt was beginning to feel." 

Which, by the way, was how Ginger's cunt was beginning to feel. 

"She really took her time with my titties. She must have rubbed about a 
gallon of oil into them. She kept making little tiny circles around my 
nipples and then, faster and faster until she closed tight in on them. That 
really took my breath away. 

"And then, she used both of her hands to spread the oil up to the tops of my 
inside thighs. But I really knew something was going on when she started to 
spread the oil on her own body." 

"What did she do?" Ginger said, half with a voice, half with her breath, 
unable to find the rest of her voice. 

"She got up on her knees at the foot of the sofa and just kneaded those two 
knockers like they were balls of dough. Pressed them every which way and 
twirled her nipples around her fingers. Then, while I watched with my eyes 
wide open, not more than three feet away, she spread her cunt lips open and 
began working the oil up inside her spread eagle pussy. Now you can't tell 
me she's gonna go for getting a tan up in there. I was beginning to suspect 
that this was no ordinary tanning session." 

"Amen," Ginger said, clapping her knees together and hitting her hard little 
clit with a thud. "Ouch," she said, feeling the delicious pain and ecstasy 
rush zip right up her spine. 

"Then she practically fell down onto my pussy and began to reverse the 
operation. My turn now. She used one hand to spread my lips apart and the 
other to rub the oil around. Though, really, I don't know if she had oil on 
those fingers, or if she was just spreading the joy juice from my own cunt 
around and around. Either way it felt like she was making a race track 
around my spread cunt. She told me how beautiful the hair was on my mound. 
Thank God I had some there. The year before, I wasn't sure it would ever 
come in. She even pulled a few of my hairs out so hard, my flesh followed 
and pulled up with the follicle. I think by now you must have guessed that 
she found me irresistible." 

"But I still don't see how you two could have sex. I mean," Ginger didn't 
like sounding naive, but she didn't like feeling frustrated either. "She 
doesn't even have a cock." 

"Didn't stop her," Jill said, remembering to set the timer on the dryer. 
"She knew what to do. She rolled me over and started to nibble my nipples. 
Her mouth was so soft and sweet and active. Really energetic. She just kept 
sucking so hard, I could feel the electric impulses hooking up to the ones 
in my pussy. They began sending waves back and forth to each other." 

Ginger couldn't keep from reaching under her nightgown and grabbing her 
twitching clit. She milked it as hard as she could between her small 
fingers. 

"Then she kissed me on the mouth, not like the other boys in school used to 
try and kiss me, hard, but-soft and with her tongue flicking my lips and my 
nose. Then she brought it up to my eye lids and licked them. She asked if I 
was okay. I told her I was fine, but I secretly wished I knew what time it 
was. I didnt want to burn, but I-sure didn't want her to stop." 

Ginger pressed her little clit harder between her fingers and wriggled 
around on the tread of the basement step. Thank God no one but Jill could 
see her. 

"She wasted no time getting down to my pussy. She ran her hands all around 
my voluptuous mound of silky threads and then teased my cunt lips with her 
finger tips. That was divine, I can tell you. Then, before I had a chance to 
protest, or approve, she stuck her head down there. The sight of her long, 
arched tongue striking my clit in repetitive lashes, about a million times, 
is a sight I shall never forget. It was gorgeous. "Wish somebody would do 
that to my cunt about a million times," Ginger said dreamily, letting her 
loose small fingers dawdle idly over and around her chubby pink wet cunt 
lips. 

"I really wondered what would come next," Jill said, running her fingers 
along the vibrating hot lid of the dryer. "I couldn't believe what actually 
did." 

"What did?" the younger girl asked up in haste. 

"Miss Schroder fucked me," she said, plain as the nose on her face. "I don't 
believe it myself, but she did. She pulled me down under her and crawled 
right up on top of me. She spread my legs out by pushing her knees against 
the insides of my thighs. I was breathing pretty hard I can tell you that. 
Then she slipped one of her knees all the way over my thigh so that it 
landed near my waist. Then she hovered over me like that a second or two, 
before she brought her pussy down right over mine. She just started humping 
me, kinda on a diagonal. In that position I could feel her clit sticking up 
into my pussy hole. It was enormous and bright pink sticking out from 
between those furry brown pussy lips. Occasionally it would bit mine and the 
sparks would fly right up to my brain.' 

Ginger had begun to work a couple of her fingers in and out of her wet 
wracking little cunt hole. The noise was beginning to drown out Jill and she 
found herself talking louder as the girl plugged herself. 

"She took my nipples in her hands and practically wrung them out she 
squeezed them so hard. Then she bent over and did a number with her mouth on 
them. She sucked them hard up in between the rows of her teeth and I could 
feel the sharp edges of her teeth against them. It was sure a hot little 
rush, you better believe it." 

As Jill closed her eyes to remember the incident, she couldn't help growing 
hot and feisty. It had been one of those very exciting afternoons. She could 
feel her own cunt lips now rubbing against the inside of her panties. 

The friction seemed to increase the flow of the juices of arousal and when 
she touched herself there, it felt wet and warm. She worked her fingers over 
and over the moist sheath of denim and until her fingers found the place 
just over her clit. Then she pressed her thumb tightly down on the place and 
could feel the familiar sensation that mimicked, as best she could, the 
feeling of Miss Schroder humping her. 

"God, I'm getting really hot hearing you," Ginger snorted, tossing her head 
around and grinning Uke a Cheshire cat, "I wish my gym teacher had been so 
hot. She was an old lady with a mustache." 

"Alice was the hottest thing I've ever seen in shorts," Jill said, feeling 
herself near tears with the longing of that soft, knowing touch, "and I 
don't care if she was a girl. She banged me for a good forty-five minutes. 
She kept varying the positions. like she would throw one leg up and massage 
my nipples with her toes while she thrust four fingers into my wad and 
pumped them in and out. Or she would bring her knee right up flush with my 
pussy opening and rub it up and down while she fingered herself and I could 
see her doing it and it was so splendid, the view I mean. She has a 
fantastically elastic pussy hole. She would even flip all the way around and 
I could see her ass button gyrating open and closed as she licked my pussy 
like her tongue was attached to this here agitator," Jill pointed to the 
rotating blade in the machine and squinted hard. "I think you'll have to 
excuse me a moment, Ginger." 

Ginger was startled to see her sister trying to stick her whole hand down 
into her shorts. 

"Not now," she squealed very near coming herself, "I want to hear more." 

"I don't know....." Jill whined uncertainly, "I'm getting awfully excited." 

Ginger was ramming her fingers in and out of her cunt so fast, she thought 
the friction might start a fire. So she wasn't surprised when her two cunt 
lips actually did ignite and burst into a huge, rushing, incendiary orgasm. 
The force of it jolted her off the step and onto the cellar floor. 

"Anyway, ' Jill said, barely paying attention to the little girl, but wary 
enough that her mother might come back to keep' her shorts on, "she just 
kept it up and kept it up. Tell me any man who can do that, I ask you. When 
she finally did come, she had her pussy wrapped around my tongue and her 
hand quite far up my little cunt tunnel. It was a puddle of gushing tide 
down there, too. I could feel it whenever her hand sunk in or slipped out." 

"Ooooohhhh," Ginger said, wishing somebody would throw a bucket of water on 
her to keep the blaze contained. She couldn't seem to stop the rushes of 
excitement from hurling through her little body. "I gotta go . ... " she 
said finally, charging upstairs about the speed of light. 

It was the fastest Jill ever saw her move. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Okay, Mom. Sure, Sure. I know," Murray said, plunking his bicycle down on 
the soft grass under the kitchen window, "I'll keep it locked. Won't let 
anybody in there except you and Dad when you get back. Promise." 

Paula Amos stuck her head back in the window and looked at the clock above 
the sink. She would have to move quick if she and Frank were going to get to 
Port Lakefield before dark. 

"Jill," she called out into the gloom of the late afternoon living room, 
"where are you?" 

Jill quickly slammed the covers of the picture book together. She wriggled 
her fingers out of her cunt with her free hand and pulled her panties up 
quickly. 

"Up here, Mom," she shouted back, as she gave a last loving little thought 
to the two-page shot near the back of the book she had been jerking off for 
the last fifteen minutes. It was a man and a woman and another woman. The 
woman was sucking the man's big brown dick while the other woman was sucking 
her wide open pussy. The man, in turn, was sucking her pussy and fingering 
her ass hole. The equality of the action in the little circle of bliss had 
been giving her clit a blood-engorged twanging as she pressed her fingers 
all around the edge of her pink outer and inner lips. Her cunt had gotten 
very wet that morning and only in the last fifteen minutes had she had a 
chance to be alone and do something about it. Now, another interruption. 

"Where's Ginger?" Paula Amos shot up the stairs toward her oldest daughter's 
bedroom. 

That was all she was interested in. Her precious baby dumplings. The little 
one. The one with the stiffest clit in town. Jill shook her head and shouted 
back, "Riding her bike, I think." 

Paula didn't want to leave without kissing the youngest one Goodbye. But 
already she could hear her husband starting up the family car in the garage 
out back. "We're going to have to go, Jill," she said with chagrin, "right 
now. Please promise me you'll take good care of her. The number where we'll 
be is on the telephone table in the dining room. Call if you need anything. 
Tell Ginger to call if she needs anything. Bye." Jill was fuming by the time 
she got to the head of the stairs. That little kid gets everything. Even 
special dispensation to call the folks if she herself personally desires any 
intimate conversation with Mom and Dad for any reason whatsoever. If her 
mother really wanted to leave her in charge, why didn't she just give her 
the number instead of leaving it there with special instructions for Ginger 
to call if her needs differed from any of the other kids in the family 
"Jesus, I'd like to get that little monster right where she hurts," Jill 
thought, staggering into the bathroom, completely lacking the desire to 
finish the job she had started on herself in her bedroom minutes before. 
"But there's only one place Ginger actually lives," she mussed, turning on 
the bathroom cold wafer tap, " and I couldn't get her there . ... " As the 
water ran out colder and colder, she reached up for the plastic drinking 
glass, "or could I?" 

"Sis?" Murray shouted up to the second floor, "You up there?" 

"Yeah," Jill said, wiping her wet face with a towel. It was a poor 
substitute for the real thing, this cold water in the face, but it would 
have to do for the moment. 

"Mom and Dad just left, can I come up?" he said into the stairs. 

Jill thought a moment. Maybe she would be able to get her sister back, after 
all. Now that Murray was here. After all, it would take at least two of them 
to control her. If only Murray could be trusted to do as she wanted. 

"Sure," she said, rushing into the bedroom. 

She made a quick search through her closet and ran down the hall to her 
mother's room. She threw the door open and raced to the bureau. She opened 
the middle drawer, the one where her mother kept her lingerie. She pulled 
out a long lacey black nightie and slammed the door shut. Then she beat a 
speedy retreat out of the room. Too late, she was. Murray was just appearing 
at the head of the steps. 

"What are you doing in there?" he asked, showing an anticipation of whatever 
events might follow from this point. He was grinning like the two of them 
shared a secret. 

Jill had to mentally remind themselves that they did. No one else in the 
house was supposed to know. If anyone did, they never let on. "Surprising 
you," she said seductively. "I know how you like surprises." 

Murray shook his head. That sounded like an old line from a bad TV series. 
Still he had to admit that anything Jill did was usually okay. She was about 
the sexiest girl in school, never mind that she happened to be his sister. 

"Stand outside a minute," Jill said, quickly peeling off her shorts and 
panties. She felt her breasts under her tight sweater to see if she 
remembered to wear a bra that morning. Nothing. But her nipples had already 
begun to tighten up a bit, just thinking about what was to come. 

"How long you gonna be?" Murray said, feeling his voice rise up again with 
anticipation. He leaned one hand against the stair railing and fantasized 
for a moment that he had X-ray vision and could see through doors. 

"Long enough," Jill said back to him in her purriest, furriest most feline 
foxy little voice. She loved to start teasing him as soon as she had the 
upper hand. 

"I can't wait forever, ya know," he said, hoping that maybe if he hurled his 
whole weight against the door, it might crack in two and let him see what it 
was she was hiding. 

"Almost," Jill flirted with the sexiest voice she could muster. "Almost 
ready, Tiger." She slipped the black clinging thing over her head and stood 
to look at herself in the mirror. .The image was quite something. There was 
a girl and there was a woman staring back at her. The woman was her body, it 
certainly had developed nicely over the last year. It was draped exquisitely 
in black nylon and lace. Her rounded highly-arched tits protruded through 
the dark, gauze see-through material and her blonde bush looked much bigger 
and darker being a little hidden by it. But the face was still that of a 
young girl. She really did look like a cheerleader in her mother's 
nightgown. Come to think of it, that's exactly what she was. 

Murray loved to hear her call Ihim Tiger', and he showed it by butting his 
head against the door and making loud growling noises through the crack. He 
clawed at the wood with his fingernails which were too short to make a 
sound. But he certainly did feel like a tiger. A-tiger in heat. 

Murray was about to rip the door down when he heard it click open and saw 
Jill calmly stick her head out into the hall. "You alone, Tiger?" she said 
to him with a wink. "I don't let any strange men into my boudoir, you know." 

Murray nearly missed his footing hearing her tease him like that. It was 
something he looked forward to almost as much as football season. The girl 
was just too much. He took in the whole picture as she stood serenely in 
front of him, swaying a little back and forth in that black peekaboo drape. 

'You like?" she said, lifting it up on either side like an enormous tent. 
Then she turned around a little and he could see a little more of her as the 
material moved with her. 

"God," was all he could get out. He didn't know just how much she was going 
to tease him today before letting him get any, but he did know he was going 
to get some. Even if he had to take her by force. This was just too 
tempting. 

"Why don't you come under my tent, little boy?" she said as she pulled the 
nightgown up and made a parachute with it as she let it drop down again. 

Murray almost ran right under there clothes and all. But he managed to sit 
down on the bed and take his sneakers off first. 

"I've got something I want to show you," she said, twisting a little piece 
of the hem of the nightie in her hands and revealing her long, 
tightly-muscled leg. 

'I'll bet you do," Murray said, licking the saliva off his lips that had 
collected there the last few minutes. 

"I want you to be real bad with me, Murray," Jill said, sitting down next to 
him and rubbing her bare arm against his. 

"Okay, just don't give me a report card," he laughed a little and hearing no 
response pulled off his-sweat socks and heaved them in the corner. 

"I want to play around a whole lot, you know," Jill tried again, not really 
knowing how to approach the subject of sex any way except to be a tease. "I 
want us to do things like we've never done before." 

Another bad made-for-TV movie line, he thought loosening his belt buckle. 
"Sure," he said, pulling the long leather strand out of his pants, fill 
began to unbutton his shirt very, very slowly. She diddled her fingers 
around on his chest the entire way down to his stomach. Only one button 
actually got undone in the process. 

Murray unbuttoned his sleeves and tried to take the shirt off, but he felt 
the pull at the places where the buttons remained in their holes". 

"Win you be my slave, Murray?" Jill tried, feeling her voice a little faint 
in the huge bedroom. She had wanted to sound much more forceful. 

"Hell, yes," the boy said back. He was gung ho all light. Of course, he 
hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about. 

"Then," she said, rubbing hard against the rising bulge in his denim pants, 
"give me your belt." Murray stared at her hard. He couldn't for the life of 
him figure out what she wanted with his belt. That nightgown looked fine 
hanging loose the way it was now. In fact, her little hot body never looked 
better than it did now peeking out from behind that dark veil of nylon 
stuff. 

"How come?" he asked, relieving the last of his buttons of their holes. 

"You'll see," Jill said, pulling his T-shirt off and over his head. "Just 
give it to me and pull your pants down." 

"No problem," he said, anxiously. He almost forgot to undo his zipper in his 
haste to bare his schlong. 

He stood up and disengaged the zipper from its metallic teeth. Then he let 
his pants down slowly and brought his cock into view. It was still dangling 
down and barely had a chance to get hard, though he was sure it wouldn't 
take long now. It sure seemed ready. It was beginning to show signs of 
turning into an extra specially strong hard on. He felt it thrash around a 
little and head for the lift off point. 

"Turn around and kneel over the edge of the bed," Jill said, standing up and 
grabbing the belt by its buckle. 

"What are you gonna do, Jill?" Murray said, grabbing his dick and cocking 
his head to one side, "You gonna whip me or something?" 

"Right on, Brother," she said, lifting up her nightgown and resting a foot 
on the bed. 

Murray thought she looked like a cowgirl about to ride out on the range in 
her nightgown. 

"What the hell for?" he shouted back, wishing his cock could understand the 
severity of what was going on here instead of insisting on stiffening up and 
getting ready for a good time. "You're not Dad," 

"You haven't been a good boy, Murray," she said, lashing the belt in the air 
and tingling a little as it whooshed through the breeze. 

"What the hell is it to you?" he said, feeling her hard hand on the back of 
his neck. "That's for Mom and Dad to judge, Bitch." 

"Don't ever call me that unless I command you to," Jill bawled back to him 
in a loud, overbearing voice. She was remembering some of the dialogue she 
had read in those books she had found in old man Richert's garage. She 
remembered that mistresses always talked very nasty to their slave. Murray 
wasn't too sure he liked this game. His sister was one hell of a tease all 
right, but he thought she was really carrying a thing too far. He didn't 
have td take this from her. Still it was kind of curious to be talked to 
like this. And for some strange reason he couldn't fathom, he kind of 
enjoyed it- 

"Down on your knees," she said, sending the belt flailing through the air. 
It hit the bed with a thud. The sound made them both jump a little. 

Jill forced her brother down onto the edge of the bed. He had forgotten how 
strong those leg muscles of hers really were. She pushed him hard and he 
could feel himself sinking, despite his wish not to buckle under too easy. 
His knees hit the floor and as soon as they did, he could feel his sister on 
top of him. She was climbing onto him like she was mounting a horse. 

"Ouch," he let up, feeling her full weight on his neck and back. 

"Speak when you're spoken to, Ass Hole." Jill, the neighborhood dominatrix 
was getting very firm. 

'Haven't you had about enough of this?" Murray asked, whining a little with 
the pain and discomfort of having to sit like this. 

"Silence!" she ordered. 

The snap of the whip belt grazed the left side of his face and Murray 
thought to himself for a moment that maybe she did mean business. Just 
maybe. He figured to stay right there and find out. 

Jill reached under Murray's bare chest and tweaked one of his nipples hard 
between her fingers. 

"Hey!" the boy let out, "Cut that out." 

"There's a lot more where that came from unless you learn to show a little 
more respect," she said, sounding like the black witch of the north. 

"Okay, okay," Murray was surprised to hear himself say in an absolutely 
pleading tone of voice. 

"That's better," she said, letting the belt relax a little and lie limp in 
her hand. 

She turned around and let the loose tether end find the crevice between 
Murray's ass cheeks. She drew it up in between them and slapped it slowly 
back and forth. 

The sensation was so curious, so unbelievably arousing and pleasing in a 
completely new way. The boy could feel his pecker responding with a ramming 
movement against the mattress. 

"Now I want you to do exactly as I say," she purred in a tense, darkly 
mysterious tone of voice. "I want you to eat my pussy and I want you to eat 
my pussy now." 

That's more like it, Murray thought to himself, feeling that as weird as it 
sounded to him, he was going to miss the feel of that leather between his 
cheeks. 

"Eat!" Jill commanded darkly. 

"How?" Murray said, feeling cheated again. He couldn't possibly swing his 
head around one hundred and eighty degrees to lap at her delicious pussy. It 
was physically impossible, even for a slave. 

Suddenly Jill grabbed onto his hair and swung herself around to nearly 
straight on in front of his face. He did have to move a little to the side 
to reach her. She quickly lifted up the nightgown and thrust her smartly 
throbbing pussy in his face. With her free hand, she played the belt on his 
back. 

Murray brought his hands up to grab a hold of the gyrating snatch. 

"No!" shouted Jill, brandishing the belt across his broad back, "no hands." 

That one had hurt. Murray felt himself go into an automatic pout as he 
brought his hands down under himself again. Then, letting his reflexes take 
over, he placed his hands on his already swollen member. He began to work it 
slowly and secretively up and down. He had a hunch that if Jill could see 
him doing it, she might split his hide open with that belt. 

"Use your tongue, Unworthy One," Jill said, sticking her wet, heaving little 
pink-lined hole right up to his nose. 

"Yes, Mistress," Murray said, trying to sound as obedient as he actually 
felt. She was definitely laying some kind of trip on him, but he didn't mind 
going there with her. Not if it felt this good. 

Jill lashed the whip out once more and felt the kick as it bit into Murray's 
back. She really liked this all right. Getting her pussy eaten by a slave. 
The kick was just too exciting. Her pussy juiced and throbbed and crackled 
like rain striking tin foil. She closed her eyes and felt the slurping 
tongue overtake her clitoris, then nose its way up into her slimy pulsating 
hole. She knew she was never going to be able to get enough of this kind of 
action. 

Murray worked the shaft of his cock hard, but very slowly, considering the 
proximity of the dominant queen. Again he felt the belt lash across his bare 
back and he winced with the pain and pleasure it gave him. His cock was 
really getting stiff. He felt all the blood in the lower half of his body 
rushing to the site. It balked and slapped against the mattress as he let 
his hands edge up toward the head and down again to the hilt. He hoped the 
wet lather he was working up on it wouldn't sound so loud Jill would hear 
it. 

"More tongue, more lips, You Lazy Sucker," Jill ordered letting the belt 
fall down to where Murray's ass stuck out. She popped him a good one right 
across his exposed cheeks. She laughed out loud when she heard him holler. 

"Whooppee!" she said, wrapping her legs tight around Murray's shoulders and 
back and digging her heels in. 

Murray had his tongue up her so far, he hoped he could still get it out. She 
tasted so sweet and salt and hot and hard up there. He worked his dick 
faster and faster, hoping she wouldn't see him, but powerless to stop the 
engorged pulsating thing from continuing to carry on with its secret life. 
He felt the wet hot essence of her hole with the front tip of his body, and 
the hard whole rocking log of the bottom most tip of his being. His schlong 
just wouldn't be stopped for anything. 

Jill let the whip find Murray's ass hole and she drove it down hard. The 
cracking noise made them both wince. Murray felt the thing penetrate his 
flesh and as angry as it made him, he felt himself sucking harder and 
pulling his wick with renewed vigor. 

"Fuck me," Jill shouted, "fuck me with your tongue," she slammed the whip 
down again aimlessly, loving the delicious sound it produced slapping 
against the boy's smooth flesh. 

Murray felt the whip all right, he felt it righ to the end of his peter. The 
thing was fucking him in the ass and the balls. That last shot had gotten 
him right in the nuts. 

Jill dug her heels in tighter when she felt the white hot rush of orgasm 
overtake her. She thrust herself down hard on the, drilling tongue and hoped 
she wouldn't bury her brother under the rock pile of her coming. She 
screamed loudly and long as she felt herself pitch forward and go blank. 

Murray drew his ass back hard when he felt himself about to shoot. Then as 
the body spasms began somewhere deep inside of him, he reared up hard and 
emptied the white thick cream directly onto Jill's still outstretched cunt. 
He opened his eyes to shout in ecstasy and when he did the sight of the 
gooey warm spunk spread out on her brownish-red velvety matted bush gave him 
a new, unexplainable thrill. He tossed his body forward and collapsed over 
her. 

After a moment, Jill propped herself up on her elbows and let the whip fall 
from her hands. She had never had such a powerful come in the four years 
they had been fucking. And to think, she never even got his cock inside her. 
Well, next time. 

Murray lifted his head up to see where he was and noticed he had managed to 
he on top of his own jism. He was even more surprised to find the brave, 
bold no-nonsense mistress licking the stuff off of him.- 

"Well," he said, feeling himself renew his arousal as her licking and eating 
noises drifted up to his ears. "That was something, Sis.' 

"Only the beginning!" she mumbled, sucking the last of the cream off his 
nipple. 

"What?" he said down to her. "I didn't . understand you." 

"It's only the beginning, I said," she sounded like her old Jill self again. 
Mean and surly and tormenting. 

"Okay, but give me a minute to get it up again," he so loved the invitation 
to try and get his prick up again quickly. It gave him good motivation. 

"I don't mean now, Horse Flesh," Jill gave his softening cock a playful kick 
with her toe. "I mean after Ginger comes home." 

"What's that got to do with it? We've been pretty good at sneaking around 
without her knowing it for a long time now "Well, tonight that's all gonna 
change, Little Brother," Jill sounded positively diabolical. 

She stood up and ripped the nightgown up over her head. Murray caught a 
dick-raising glimpse of her hot shit little body as she turned to go into 
the bathroom. He felt like a piece of putty she had just kicked onto the 
sidewalk. He wished to hell she wasn't so gorgeous. And that her pussy 
wasn't so hot and lush. 

"Why?" he said, watching her ass twitch as she walked away from him. 

"Because I think it's time to teach that little brat a lesson,' she said 
from the bathroom. 

Murray lay back and listened to her tinkle into the toilet. The sound got 
him so aroused his cock started to pulsate from left to right like a 
pendulum of hot flesh. 

"Teach her what?" he said, rolling over and watching the thing rise like a 
column into the air. 

"Teach her who's boss!" Jill screamed out at the top of her lungs. 

Murray bounced up to a sitting position and felt the throbbing of his cock 
hit new highs. "Yeah?" he said back boldly. 

"Yeah," she said in a calm, cool voice. She sounded like an airline 
stewardess announcing lunch. "Only first I want you to do something for me. 
I want you to go downstairs and tear up the phone number on the telephone 
pad. The one in the dining room." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"It happens to the best bikes," Richie Garrison said, wiping his hands on 
his jeans and surveying the damage. The tire was definitely flat. 

"That's just great!" Ginger returned, sounding not at all like it was great. 
"My folks have taken off for the weekend and I won't have anybody to drive 
me to church. And now, without my wheels, I'm as good as grounded." 

Richie looked at the little girl sitting on the curb. She had about the most 
adorable face he had seen anywhere in real life. It reminded him of a 
painting he had seen once in a museum. But more than that, it reminded him 
of Lulu. 

Ginger watched as the boy stood in front of her, blocking the sun from her 
eyes. Her parents and everyone else in town had warned her not to go near 
him. They had labeled him a "tough", somebody not to be associated with. He 
lived in a boarding house, didn't have any family as such as far as anybody 
knew talked very dirty, and was very big for his age. Those things all added 
up to the reasons why Ginger had been looking forward to meeting him alone 
someday. And now that her bicycle tire had sprung a leak in front of his 
house, Mrs. Livingstone's Boarding House, actually, here was the perfect 
opportunity. 

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," Richie said, giving the thing a kick 
to see if it was still leaking, "it can be fixed." 

"Yeah?" she said hopefully. She watched the big muscles in his arms as he 
lifted the thing up and set it right on the sidewalk. ' 

"I'll walk over to the gas station with you. Maybe a little air and bicycle 
patch will do it. It may not even need a new tire." 

"That's nice of you," she said, hoping onto her feet like a kangaroo. 

Ginger wished to hell this kid would just sweep her up in his arms and carry 
her off to the nearest tree house. She had seen John Barrymore do that in a 
movie once. It hadn't been a tree house exactly, probably a castle or 
something. 

"I think Maunder's is open down there," Richie pointed to a gas station on 
the far corner of the boulevard. "We could probably get it there.' 

"Okay," Ginger said, walking along as Richie pushed the disabled bike along 
with his hands on the handlebars. 

He couldn't help thinking that for a thirteen year old, this little girl was 
really dynamite. She had such incredibly beautiful blondish-red hair. Those 
big deep dark blue eyes. And the way her blouse sort of cradled her tight 
little pouting tits. The tiny projections just seemed to huddle against the 
cotton on both sides of her chest. The effect was mesmerizing. 

"Have I got something on my blouse?" Ginger said, after three minutes of 
feeling Richie stare holes through it. 

"No," he said, turning his head back to the bike and trying to remember 
where they were supposed to be going with it. 

"Thought maybe I might have spilled some chocolate milk on it or something." 
Ginger wished to hell she could drop the subject, but she just wasn't the 
sort of person to let a thing like that slip by unnoticed. 

"Can we stop a minute?" Richie said, feeling himself a little flustered and 
a little annoyed at the same time. 

"Sure." Ginger said, wondering what his game was. "Where?" 

Richie motioned to the little stip of park in the center of the boulevard. 

"Okay," she said, stepping up onto the curb and making her way in between 
the low-lying evergreen bushes. The air felt cooler and cleaner inside the 
little park as the cars continued to whiz by on either side of them. 

"You're a nice girl," Richie said, pulling a cigarette out of the pack in 
his pocket. "Mind if I smoke?" 

Ginger thought it was a little silly of this guy to want to wreck his lungs 
at his age, but he did look a teensy weensy like John Barrymore with that 
thing dangling suggestively from his lips. 

"No," she said, crossing her legs and leaning back on the park bench. The 
sun was going down fast and she figured the time to be around six. Her folks 
would have shoved off already if all had gone according to plan. 

"I'm not the sort of guy to try to kid around, know what I mean?" Richie 
took a deep inhale of the filter-less cigarette and let it seethe through 
his nostrils. "I usually speak my mind outright." 

"I like it when people do that," she said, "bullshit really puts me off." 

"Yeah," Richie replied, letting the cigarette work its way around between 
his fingers, "And there's an awful lot of bullshit around out there." 

He pointed with the hand holding the cigarette out to the passing lane of 
road strip a few yards away from them. Ginger nodded. 

"There sure is. You should come to my third period English class sometime if 
you want to see it in action. I mean Miss Martin is about the lowest, most 
syphilitic scum goat rot crotch bugger head . ... " She felt her voice trail 
off into a cloud of shame and degradation. How could she talk like that in 
front of this guy? What in the world must he be thinking of her? 

"You're something," he said, grinning that beautiful white toothed smile and 
shaking his head. "I heard you had quite a mouth on you, but I couldn't have 
guessed it would be this beautiful." 

"I just can't stop talking like that," Ginger said, feeling like a hopeless 
neurotic. I don't know what makes me do it." 

"Probably you don't like society very much, that it?" 

"Ya know, I think you've got something there. I .don't. Course I am glad 
I've got a home and a family." 

Ginger glanced over at Richie whose gaze was fixed on the horizon. She 
thought it best to change the subject. 

"Sure am glad you don't mind my cursing, it really turns my sister off." 

Richie could see her sister in his mind's eye. She was one stuck up little 
cunt. Thought for sure her shit didn't stink. Apparently she'd blown half 
the basketball team, but to see her in action, you'd think she was a fairy 
princess on the work study program at old East Central High. 

"Well. Ginger," Richie said, scooting a little closer to her on the bench, 
"it just so happens to turn me on." 

"Oh!" Ginger said, feeling for sure like today was kismet and she'd met her 
match. Maybe even the dream of a lifetime. 

"Can I ask you a rather personal, intimate question," he said, holding the 
cigarette hard between his fingers and staring at his feet. 

"Shoot!" Ginger said, sitting back and throwing an arm up on the bench. She 
felt like the coach of a winning team before playoffs. 

"Are you a virgin?" 

"Am I what?" 

"Are you ... have you ever been with a boy, you know, sexually speaking?" . 

"Well," she took in a lot of air and blew it out again. This was going to be 
sticky. "Yes and no." 

"Care to get into it?" 

"No, I am not a virgin, technically speaking that is. But have I ever been 
with a man? Not directly. Not intimately. But I'm gonna tell you something, 
Richie, strictly between us. I've seen some stuff." 

"What, I mean, like what?" 

"I've watched some pretty heavy action, through key holes and closer 
sometimes. How about you?" 

"I've had a little experience along these lines, myself. Remember, I do live 
in a boarding house. And I am three years older than you." 

"Funny," Ginger said, "I don't think much about age." 

"And I find it hard to believe you're that much younger than me. Could I 
suck your tits?" 

Ginger stuck her tongue into one side of her cheek and thought a moment. She 
had really been dying for someone that she liked, even half as much as 
Richie Garrison to come along and ask her that. To explore those things she 
had for so long been watching through other people's keyholes and under the 
the slats of tree houses she wasn't invited to. Now When her big opportunity 
presented itself, she wasn't at all sure. 

"I don't know," she said knitting her brow and glancing around her. "I would 
like to get to know you better, but here, like this . ... " 

A huge semi-diesel truck ground its gears alongside them and another car 
screeched its brakes. 

"Yeah,' Richie said, "not the most romantic spot on God's green earth. I 
wish I had money, Ginger, or even a garage to call my own. A backyard or 
something. I'm afraid the best I could do would be a quiet spot alongside 
the railroad tracks. I'm sorry." 

Ginger stared at the boy's lustrous brown eyes and his dark skin. He was 
such a hunk of sinewy masculinity. And so mysterious. Also forbidden by her 
parents. 

"We could go to my house," she said brightly jumping up and tucking one leg 
under her. She sat back down on it and looked up at him. 

"What about your family." 

"I told you my folks are gone for the weekend.' 

"But what about your sister and your brother?" Richie knew Murray also. They 
were close to the same age. They had shown each other their cocks on 
numerous occasions. 

"Hmmmmmmm," Ginger said aloud as her thought processes danced like sugar 
plum fairies on acid around in her head. 

It would be difficult, but she might be able to manage it. 

"Can you come by around eight o'clock tonight?" she said, clicking her 
tongue hard onto the roof of her mouth. These things demanded the utmost 
attention to planning and detail. 

"Yeah, I could," Richie said back to her, the look of a absolutely straight 
and decisive gentleman on his face. 

"I think we might be able to work something out if you do," she got to her 
feet and remembered the wounded bicycle lying nearby. 

"I could bring that with me," Richie volunteered. "After I get it fixed of 
course." 

"Thanks," said Ginger, trying to imitate the husky voice of one of her 
favorite Hollywood film stars, "thanks an awful lot." 

"Don't mention it," the boy said back, bending over to retrieve the bike and 
looking at the hot shit little body the girl was displaying for him. 

"I'd kinda like to kiss you Goodbye," she said, thinking how appropriate it 
would to seal the bargain with a smooch or two. She had actually never 
kissed a boy, but had a pretty good idea of how the thing should be done. 

Richie leaned over and stuck his lips down on hers. He moved them around 
softly, mashing his mouth against her a little harder with each circular 
movement. He loosened up her sweet hot lips with his tongue and played it a 
little between her teeth. Then he felt her tongue lapping back at his. The 
sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and sizzle. This 
little girl was definitely worth waiting for. 

Ginger pulled away like a yoyo snapping back up and took off down the 
meridian. She parted the evergreen bushes with her knees and walked out onto 
the busy intersection. A city bus was just taking off in front of her. The 
gas fumes made her choke a little as she crossed the street. She could think 
of nothing but Richie Garrison all the way home. At last, at last a physical 
relationship was to be consummated. This was really a very important day in 
her life. She fantasized about it all the way to her back door. 

"Is that you, Kid?" Jill said out to her from the dining room. Her voice 
sounded nice. Ginger threw up her guard on the spot. 

"I know I'm late so don't start," she said, pushing the swinging door into 
the room to see the two of them sitting demurely at the table eating supper. 

"Who's starting?" the older girl replied, dipping her soup spoon into the 
large bowl. "But we did decide to eat without you. It's after seven. I hope 
you didn't expect us to wait. We know you're busy.' 

Jill was starting to sound just like Mom, and she'd been in charge of the 
house less than two hours. 

"You wanna eat, Gin?" Murray said, pointing to a place set next to him. 

"Cucumber soup?" Ginger said tartly, staring into the large bowl of liquid. 

"Clam chowder, Wise Acre," Jill snapped back. 

"I'm a little too tired to eat. Just can't seem to get up an appetite. 
Well," she hoped to hell she sounded convincing. "Guess I'll go upstairs and 
shower. Bike riding sure does do a number on my skin. Think I'll turn in 
early tonight. There's a Barrymore film festival on in a half hour. Ho Hum." 

Ginger hoped she wasn't laying it on too thick. She had never been much of a 
good liar. That was Jill's forte. 

Jill and Murray exchanged pained expressions as Ginger stretched her taut 
little body in an enormous yawn. 

She turned to leave the room, hoping nobody would drag her back by the 
collar. She rushed out so fast that she couldn't hear the two of them 
talking as she tore up the stairs. 

"You know we've got to work fast," Jill said, cleaning the dishes up like a 
scullery maid on speed. 

"It'll take her a few minutes to get her clothes off." Murray said, trying 
to sound patient, even if he didn't feel like it. His cock was already 
starting to smart at the thought of getting two girls in one night. 

Jill practically pitched the dishes into the sink and came back to the 
table. "You do know what to do, I hope." 

"As we rehearsed it," Murray said smiling a little. If this evening was 
going to be anything like this afternoon, he wanted to be the first one in 
line to receive the action. 

Murray climbed the stairs as quietly as he could. He listened outside the 
door as Ginger noisily got undressed. He heard the shoes being kicked off 
and the television being turned on. 

A few minutes later, Jill turned off the water in the sink. She wanted 
everything to go just right. She eyed the kitchen closet and went to open 
it. Dad's strap was hanging there, out of use for many years now, but just 
as mean and leathery as it had been the last time he had brought it down on 
Jill's bare bottom. God, this was going to make her feel really good. 

Ginger snuggled into her favorite terry cloth towel and slipped into her 
flip flop sandals. A hot shower would really feel good. She hoped she could 
sneak into her mother's room without being noticed. The bath powder in there 
was so much better than the stuff she had in her room. It was okay, just 
immature smelling. She wanted something with a little older odor. 

Murray threw himself flat against the wall as he heard Ginger turn the TV 
down. Then he ducked around the corner toward the bathroom. He knew she 
would have to come this way. 

Moments later, he was rather surprised to see her pass him right by and head 
for the folks' bedroom She opened the door and disappeared inside. He hoped 
she wasn't planning on using their shower. It was off limits anyway. But 
then that never stopped Ginger before. 

He threw himself flat against the wall again as the door opened and he heard 
Ginger pad toward him. His dick drew up toward his stomach with excitement 
as she padded past him, unable to distinguish him from the dark shadowy 
alcove of the hallway. She headed for the bathroom and opened the door. 

Ginger stepped into the white tiled room and turned on the light. She put 
the box of dusting powder down on the sink and turned on the shower. She 
stepped in and let the warm water trickle down her nose and then down her 
chest even in between the little valley between her budding tight little 
breasts. Had they grown a little in the last half hour or was she imagining 
things? 

Probably just excitement, she thought. The thought of Richie Garrison 
actually touching them made the nipples practically stand up of their own 
accord. Of course, she helped them along a little bit by massaging them with 
a hand full of soap suds. She worked the lather in between her legs as well 
and felt the rubbery lips of her cunt expand as she pressed her palm up into 
the opening. 

Murray paced the floor outside the door and waited. It wouldn't be long now. 
His schlong was having the problem of keeping itself locked in his shorts. 
The thing was beginning to ache and throb in the worst way. It simply wanted 
out and that was that. He would have to give it an airing, or he would have 
to let the pain build to the breaking point. He decided to let it out. 

"Shit," he cursed to himself as he unzipped his jeans and reached inside to 
grab it. The thing was tossing and turning like a dinghy on a stormy sea. 

"Oooooh, Richie," Ginger let out, accidentally sliding her fingers a little 
too high into her open slit. The sudsy squishy sound they made sliding in 
and out made her goose fleshy all over. 

Richie grabbed the throbbing member and held onto it tight. It hurt him to 
pull it out so rudely like that. He would have rather a nubile little slave 
girl, like the one about to step out of the shower would reach in and grab 
it. Still, the work had to be done. His cock wouldn't accept a rain check. 
He grasped the base of it tightly between his hands and jerked it around 
slowly to pacify it. He hoped maybe it would get the message that more was 
to come later. It didn't. The thing stood up higher and higher, like a tent 
pole on the day the circus came to town. 

Damn it, Ginger swore to herself, somebody must have used all the hot water 
up. She jumped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her. She 
wasn't fond of having to end the lovely session so abruptly. Her pussy was 
just starting to puff up nicely and get red around the opening. She could 
have massaged it another ten minutes under the glow of the warm, steamy 
water. But somebody, probably a brother or a sister of hers had used all the 
good water and now just a trickle of cool water seeped out of the shower 
head. 

Richie grappled with his balls that were bouncing around like giant Mexican 
jumping beans. He wished they would stop. His cock was enough to concentrate 
on. It was so demanding. He slid his hands up and down the shaft to quiet it 
down, but that seemed to only disturb it more. 

Ginger tucked the dusting powder under her arm and wrapped the towel back 
around her. She would just have to finish the job properly, in her own room, 
on her own time. She kicked the door open with her foot and stepped into the 
hall. A dark figure protruded from the shadows and she stepped back in 
fright. 

"Murray!" she shouted to the rafters, "what are you doing out here? What are 
you doing with your cock out?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"And what are you doing teasing your older brother to death?" Jill's voice 
rang up from the staircase. She emerged over the top step and stood with her 
hands grasping her hips. One of them held a long, slippery piece of rawhide. 
"You hadn't ought to tease boys, Ginger, didn't Mom and Dad tell you that?" 

"Who's teasing what?" Ginger said, indignant that anyone would interrupt her 
walking back to her room from the bathroom, let alone use up all the hot 
water. 

"You are, Ginger Poo," Murray said, "and I don't know how much more I can 
take before I do something rash. I'm only human, you know." 

"What is this?" the younger girl grabbed the corners of her towel hard in 
her hand and tucked them into her body tighter. "A person can't even take a 
little shower before a film festival without getting the third degree?" 

"Third degree?" Jill said, swaggering in toward her, the tethered end of the 
long leather strap swaying a little as she moved. "You don't know what the 
third degree means, Ginger. That's something you heard in a movie. But now 
you're going to see it in action. You can't keep up with what you've been 
doing all your life and get away with it anymore. Not for one more hour." 

"You're a menace, Sis," Murray said, leaning his head to one side and 
pointing at her with his finger, "and I've taken about all a red-blooded 
male can take." 

Ginger didn't know whether to run to her room and try to lock them out or 
just stand there and see what would happen next. The leather strap didn't 
provide her with too much choice. She remembered seeing Jill and Murray 
whipped till their little asses smarted with stings enough to make them cry 
out. And on one or two occasions, she had seen long red welts along their 
ass cheeks and lower back. That whip presented a mighty strong argument for 
her not hanging around. 

"Grab her," Jill shouted as Ginger took off down the hall. 

The dusting powder dropped from the girl's grasp as she sped around the 
corner and towards her room. If only she hadn't had to pass Jill first, she 
might have made it. Jill lashed out with the leather strap and encircled the 
girl's still wet and slippery ankles. She fell forward into Murray's arms. 

"Nice work, Sis," Murray said to Jill twisting Ginger around and holding her 
hands hard behind her back. 

"Why are you guys doing this anyway?" she asked trying to turn her head to 
look at Murray. She wasn't able to move too far around. It hurt too much. 
"What did I ever do to you?" 

"Ha!" Jill shot out in the darkened hallway. Her laughter sounded cruder 
than that of an evil stepmother denying Cinderella a crust of bread. 

"Don't make us laugh," Murray said, evidently enjoying his physical power 
over her. He was breathing heavy and his voice sounded hard and old. 

"You little wimp," Jill said, snapping her whip once at her side and 
pointing them both toward Jill's bedroom. "You've had everything you ever 
wanted around here and Murray and I think it's time for a change." 

"We're sick of you ruling the roost with Mom and Dad," Murray said, yanking 
her hard toward the slightly open door. 

Ginger could feel the still hard length of Murray's cock poking her in the 
back as he thrust his hips up and kicked her to get her to move forward. It 
felt pleasant, but wrong. What the hell was her own brother doing forcing 
her anywhere with his cock hard. And what was her sister doing with a whip? 

"We've got a little surprise for you, you lousy little spoiled rotten brat," 
Jill said, shoving the door open with her foot. 

Murray pushed her into the room hard, so hard she fell forward and flew 
across the bed. She felt the towel fall from her body like a hunk of dry 
skin. 

Before she knew what was happening, she felt Jill grabbing one of her ankles 
and Murray the other. They whipped them down hard against the front legs of 
the bed. They must have each had a rope or length of clothesline, because 
she felt each of her feet being tied against the iron frame of the bed 
simultaneously. It was at that moment that it occurred to her the two of 
them had planned this quite carefully in advance. 

"What are you going to do with me," Ginger asked, blinking back the fright 
as hard as she could. It didn't look like anything fun. 

Murray grabbed one hand and Ginger grabbed the other. They tied them down 
firmly with nylon clothesline to the bedposts. Ginger felt very exposed with 
her cunt stretched out like that. Now her little tits were forced to ride 
high in the air because her arms had been pulled up and out so far. 

"You've teased Murray about all he can take, Ginger," Jill said, starting a 
little pacing movement back and forth at the foot of the bed. "He wants to 
retaliate. He's dying to, in fact. The only thing that's keeping him where 
he is right now, is me." 

Murray was sitting in Jill's pink satin chair biting his fingernails. 

"Okay," Ginger said, feeling like it might be better to at least try to 
listen to her if she couldn't make herself understood. "Why is he listening 
to you? I mean, that's a switch." 

"Because I am his mistress, Sister of Mine," Jill was strutting like a 
peacock in an Easter parade. "He eats out of my hand." 

"Let's tell her now, Jill," Murray said, spitting out a hangnail and rising 
to his feet. "Let's tell her all about us." 

"In time," she replied, pushing him back down into the chair, "in time. 
First, I'm going to tell her about me." 

"That's good," Murray said, "In fact, that's a great idea. I love listening 
to it." He slouched over in the chair and began pressing the crotch of his 
pants with his hand. His cock, which had come out a few minutes before 
seemed to recognize the action and proved it by rising to greet something 
familiar. 

"In plain language, Girl," the older girl said bringing one foot up onto the 
foot of the bed and planting it there hard, "I like to see bare breasts, 
like yours." 

"Well, get your eyes full and fill your pockets," Ginger said, growing 
slightly miffed at all this for so little. 

"And I like to see bare cunt, too," she pulled her long ash blonde hair up 
to the crown of her head and let it fall back onto her shoulders. "Young, 
hot, bare, nubile cunt. like yours." 

Murray could feel his cock lashing against the main sail of his shirt. He 
had prudently pulled it out and over his pants the moment Ginger spotted 
him, but now the flimsy cover was tenting out in front of him and his cock 
was getting so monstrously heavy and huge he thought he might have to just 
grab it and shake it to make it keep still. He didn't want to miss a word of 
the juicy action here in his sister's room. 

"Why didn't you tell me before, then?" Ginger said, relaxing a little and 
letting her voice return to normal. 

"Because I want things my way, you fucking little hog," Jill snapped hard in 
Ginger's direction, "you've had them your way long enough. Do you think a 
quick little glimpse of your snatch is enough to satisfy me? No way, Lady. I 
want a lot more." 

Ginger looked at the glint in her sister's eye. It was familiar. It was the 
way her Mom had looked at her Dad on those nights she wanted to be amorous 
with him. Ginger had learned to recognize the look. She knew it meant that 
she would be staying up late that night and crawling down the hall on her 
hands and knees to watch. She had seen it in Ginger's eyes before, too. That 
summer Brent Pugh had re-landscaped the back yard. She saw it nearly every 
day that August. It meant the two of them would climb up into the tree house 
and Ginger would wait about five minutes and climb up after, quietly. But 
this look, toward her. What in the world could it mean? 

"What do you want, Jill?" Ginger asked, deciding on a straight forward 
confrontation. The teasing and hinting around had gone on long enough for 
her. 

"You," Murray said, trying to back into the chair to get away from his rock 
hard throbbing erection. "She wants to fuck you. And so do I." 

"Our brother is a pretty straight talker," Jill smiled and let the leather 
whip play on the floor as she moved it slowly in her hand, "wouldn't you 
say?" 

"Girls don't fuck girls," Ginger said, feeling like somebody ought to take 
her sister to a sex education class quick. Where had she gotten such 
misinformation? 

An explosion of laughter rocked the little pink and green wallpapered room 
to its rafters. Murray was giggling hard. And Ginger noticed how big his 
cock had become. She had seen that cock so many times, getting in and out of 
the bathtub. Once she'd even seen him showing it to some neighborhood kids 
in the tree house. But she had never seen it really hard. This time it was 
different. And Jill looked strange to her, too. She could have sworn that if 
Jill had a cock like Murray, it would be hard, too. 

"Murray?" Jill said, sounding like the dominatrix of Buchenwald, "show 
Ginger your cock. She seems to be quite interested in it. And while she's 
getting her eyes full of that, I'll show her how girls fuck girls. I'll give 
her some first hand demo, all right." 

"No!" Ginger said, loudly in protest. This game had gone about too far for 
her. Richie Garrison would be here within the hour and she wasn't even going 
to have time to put on the apple-scented deodorant she had gotten for her 
birthday. 

"Shut up," Jill shouted, lashing the whip thing perilously close to Ginger's 
right ear. "Shut your fucking cunt licking mouth or I'll shut it for you." 

"Cut it out, Jill," Ginger said eyeing Murray who was approaching the right 
side of the bed and waving his schlong around like a surrender flag.- 

The whip came down again, right across Ginger's flat hard stomach. 

"Ouch!" she cried opening her eyes wide and surveying the scene. It was 
beginning to get scary. 

"I'll tell Mom and Dad on you," Ginger tried, only to have harsh laughter 
returned to her now smarting ears. 

"Go ahead," Murray said, "but remember, Jill and I are a team, now. We're 
working together. We'll only get what we want as many times as we want if 
you dare open your mouth to so much as breathe a word about this." 

"We've got a little partnership, you see. Ginger," Jill said, unbuttoning 
the tiny round buttons of her tank top. "And now, you're going to see just 
how tight we really are. Tape her eyes open." 

Murray grabbed a roll of tape from off the night stand and ripped some off. 
He grabbed the tops of Ginger's lids and plastered them down with the sticky 
strips. She felt herself totally helpless tied up this way. And now, she was 
even more helpless, being forced to watch the action whether she wanted to 
or not. 

"Help me out of these, Hot Stuff," Murray said as he dropped his pants to 
the floor. Jill leaned across the bed and began stroking his already immense 
hard on with her fingertips. All ten of them. 

Ginger couldn't believe what she saw next, but she would have if she had 
known what was to come. Jill, big, sweet, safe sister, Jill reached across 
the bed with her whole head and teeth first, pulled her curly-haired 
delivery boy brother's shorts down with her teeth. 

Murray's cock bounced up hard on the recoil and Jill didn't waste a moment 
diving for that either. She rubbed it with her little upturned nose first. 
And the sight was a strange one. She ran her snout down the length of the 
boy's shaft and back up again. She sniffed loudly and the smell must have 
turned her on because reached her free hand into her shorts and began 
masturbating herself. Ginger recognized the motions, as she had done that 
same thing plenty of times when she was alone. And Ginger had watched her do 
it plenty of times when she thought she was alone. But this was different. 
This was so goddamn public. 

"Suck it, Big Sister," Murray said, allowing a big voice to boom out of a 
small space between his teeth. 

"Captain, may I?" Jill said, in the hottest, teasingest voice Ginger had 
ever heard her put on. And she had heard her put on some. 

God, Murray thought to himself, feeling the blistering pain of his hard cock 
force it still harder and ever upward. There seemed to be a ring of heat 
separate from the shaft itself. A bright ring of warmth that circled the 
head like a halo. Must be that goddamn teasing that's doing that, he 
thought, craving it more and more as the moments passed. 

Ginger watched in agony as Jill sent her pants down to the ground with one 
shove. She saw that her sister had sprung quite a little bush on her since 
the last time she had peeked at her in the bathtub. It was wispy and fuller 
than she remembered. The blondish cast was turning to a darker, browner 
color and her mounds were starting to be hidden by the thickness of it. 
Though she didn't want to admit it, Ginger thought her sister's pussy looked 
just fine. 

"Look, Sis," Jill said, winking lewdly at her bound up proud beauty of a 
sister, "no hands." 

Indeed, Jill was taking Murray's schlong in tow without the aid of her hands 
at all. She maneuvered her head and tongue in such a way as to catch the 
various and unsymmetrical movements of the boy's flailing penis. And the 
girl was so expert, she managed to take off her tank top and play with the 
elongated nipples of her tits as she merrily sucked the thrashing pecker 
with her entire mouth. 

"Good, huh, Sweetie?" she said, to Murray, after a moment, pulling back and 
licking her lips. 

"Don't stop," he replied letting his head roll back a bit and grabbing for 
dear life onto his bare ass mounds with the strength of his hands. 

Jill played the cock like a mouth organ. She worked her whole mouth down on 
it hard and when she brought it off the shaft glistened hot and swollen in 
the bedroom lamp light. Then she dove down and came up with Murray's 
pulsating big balls right between her lips. She flicked and licked her 
tongue around them every which way, letting them go. Then she picked them up 
again and repeated the process. 

"You're teasing the life out of me, Cunt," Murray groaned, thrusting his 
hips hard onto the girl's waiting mouth. 

She plunged her whole face right down on the boy's big, banging cock, as far 
as the hilt. She kept it down there for what seemed like an incredibly long 
time to Ginger. And for what seemed like an incredibly long time, Murray 
held it right up in her throat. 

He could feel the hot wet chamber enclosing around his careening hot poker. 
It moistened every nook and cranny. He felt Jill's hot articulate tongue 
curl around and over the head. Then she sucked him rhythmically, her cheeks 
going in and out with each suck. Finally, the capper. She pulled her mouth 
off him, artfully. She pulled back off, sucking and licking every single 
centimeter of the way. 

"Now I want my pussy eaten," Jill said, finding the handle of that big, 
rough leather strap again. "And I know who I want to eat it." 

Ginger automatically started to squirm. "No!" she screamed aloud as Jill 
pounced on her. "Don't make me," she begged. She had never had anyone's 
pussy near her mouth. 

"Shut up, Lowly One," Jill said, straddling her and grabbing the leather 
whip hard in her hand. "I'll show you who's boss!" 

Murray felt the lack of the nice, moist sucking machine circling his cock. 
He began to play with it in the absence of any living thing making it 
writhe. His hands played down around the balls and the momentum he gathered 
there, he shoved up to the tip of it. Then he came down slowly, savoring 
each nerve that danced and played under his grasp. 

Jill let her whip land right on Ginger's breast. The thing stung her hard as 
it left a tiny line of red welt in its wake. 

"Hand me the clothes pins, Murray," Jill was determined to get the girl in a 
stranglehold of her own making and she spoke hurriedly now. 

Murray could barely reach the top of the bureau his hard-on throbbed so out 
of control. He tossed the clothes pins to his sister, whose ass looked good 
enough to sink his teeth into as she sat astride her younger sister. 

"Here," he said, giving them a toss. He watched and rubbed his aching member 
up and down idly, waiting for the next piece of action to take place. 

Jill calmly snapped one wooden pincer onto her sister's left nipple. The 
scream she let out was music to her ears. The other one was just as 
effective. A second scream greeted her and pleased her when she heard it. 

"That ought to keep your tits happy for a while," Jill brayed, sitting down 
hard on her sister's pubic bone. The jutting out of it gave her cunt lips a 
sharp introduction to the supple body of the younger girl. 

"Let her suck you," Murray said, playing his dick harder, "you'll love it." 

Jill raised herself up onto her knees and brought the whip high up over her 
head. It whizzed through the air and came down with a hard thump on the head 
of the bed. Ginger felt the air getting pushed hard past her head. A few 
strands of her hair were displaced by the force of it. 

"Now do you believe I mean business?" Jill said, haughtily surveying her new 
domain. 

"Yes," came the tiny reply. It sounded like it came from under a blanket 
about a mile away. 

"Yes, what, Slave?" Jill shot back like a rain of bullets. 

"Yes, Mistress," Ginger said, mentally thanking the fates that she had 
remembered enough about the old movies to know what enslavement was. 

"Now," Jill said raising herself right up to Ginger's smooth, wet, pouting 
little lips, "eat my pussy." 

Ginger turned her head hard to the right and saw the whip come down on the 
pillow an inch from her nose. She didn't hear it until a few seconds later. 

"Cunt!" her sister screamed aloud, "how dare you turn away from my luscious, 
desirable pussy hole. I know six boys who followed me to the state 
basketball tournament just in hopes of getting to sniff my box on the bus 
trip home." 

Ginger heard the whip come down again. Only this time, she felt it. The girl 
definitely meant business. 

"Get up here, Murray," she said, taking complete charge of all action on the 
premises. 

Murray climbed up at the head of the bed and straddled Ginger's head. He 
held her firmly in place as he braced his ass against the wall behind the 
head board. He lowered his weight down onto her hair and grabbed a hold 
around her chin, forcing it straight between her shoulders. 

"You better suck, Ginger," Murray crowed like a banty rooster, "I got a 
stake in this, too, so let's all cooperate like a big loving family." 

Ginger didn't have much choice. She felt the full weight of her sister's 
warm quivering hot box thrust square in her face. Her nose went first, 
forced right down into the lush, downy bush. Then she felt her lips greet 
her sister's plump warm mobile cunt lips. They flapped open and then closed 
down around her mouth. Her lips were flush with them at all points. 

Murray stuck his cock up for a replay of the sucking action at the foot of 
the bed. It felt good to be at the head of the action for a change. Jill had 
to strain only a few extra inches to find his ramming hard-on with her lips. 
She flicked the head, now cold and wet from her previous play with it, then 
rimmed the whole dome with her tongue. She rimmed it back and forth and 
forth and back as she continued to work her cunt lips open and closed around 
her sister's mouth. The playoff of the two sensations was pushing every 
button in her being. 

"Suck harder, Sis," Murray let out between rows of clenched teeth. 

Jill let her mouth zoom in on her brother's cock like a telephoto lens. She 
stuffed it down her throat back to her tonsils. Then she began working her 
tongue around the base of it where her tongue naturally met it. She pulled 
back off and continued to rise and fall with the sucking and licking motions 
she was so expert at. 

Ginger felt the warmth of the glowing cunt hole consuming her own breath. 
She stuck her tongue out to lick her own lips and tasted the 
vanilla-pineapple flavor of her sister's cunt. She had to admit, despite her 
every wish to do so, that the bushy, throbbing little thing tasted quite 
good. She tried the exploration again and found it tasted better. She never 
would have believed this in a million years, but she felt an urge to try 
further, go more inside the stretched open pulsating pink wet lips. She 
stretched out her tongue as far as it would go and let it probe right up 
into the big, beckoning cunt hole. Her tongue slid up easily and she found 
her sister's bulbous throbbing clit. She hit it with her tongue hard. 

The feel of the hard tongue against Jill's clit gave her such a start she 
jerked up a moment, taking Murray's cock to the roof of her mouth. The 
tongue her sister presented her felt like a rolled up roll of hot quarters 
inside her, beating hard around its tiny confines. She moved her hips around 
slowly to get the full benefits of its thrusting and lapping rhythms. 

Ginger felt herself getting into the action, almost starting to relax and 
enjoy it. Perhaps it was almost as good as watching through a key hole, 
though she hadn't liked being forced. On the other hand, she never would 
have thought to eat someone's cunt if she hadn't been made to. She felt a 
grappling finger play in the valley of her outstretched little hole. The 
fingers sunk into her pink velvet wellspring and started the old love juices 
flowing. The sensation was keen, keen as it could be. 

Murray pumped his cock hard in and out of his sister's mouth. The pace was 
so rapid, he knew he would have to come soon if he kept it up. Yet he 
couldn't stop. The wet rapping and sliding she was doing on him, just made 
him want to let go and spill his load. A few seconds later, that's exactly 
what he did. 

He plugged her open mouth so hard, he thought he might hit her voice box. 
The whole force of his hard peter pressed down the bottomless tight wet well 
and as he brought it back a little to hard, he felt a big heat engulf him. 
It burned clear back to his brain. He felt himself spilling out of himself 
in hot white sheets of rainy come. It poured out so hard and fast, he 
thought his organs might come out with it. 

Jill felt the throbbing little wand ascend high up into her and slide out as 
smooth as butter. She rode it like a tiny penis until her breath was heavy 
and uneven. 

Then she rocked back on her haunches as she got a heavy jolt of electricity 
from deep in her loins. The jolt spun her head down further on her brother's 
shooting cock and she gripped with all her might. Then she felt herself go 
off. Just like that! A whoosh went up inside her and didn't stop till it 
reached the top floor. She felt her pussy gyrating and climaxing and 
shooting all at the same time. She was in the grip of an uncontrollable 
multiple orgasm. 

Ginger loved the way those two fingers plunged inside of her and plunked 
out. They seemed to find a tiny button up inside her and press it every time 
they went up there. She burrowed her tongue in the hole like a tiny animal 
and felt it press down tight around her whole body. Then a flash, a moment 
when she could feel her brain and her pussy seize up at the same time. Then 
she felt her whole body expel the flash in a torrid torrent of splashing 
come juice. It rushed out right down over her sister's jabbing digits. And 
she felt her sister's come on the end of her tongue. She pulled it out and 
curled it up to catch the flow, like a startled slot machine winner when the 
jackpot pours out. She licked and lapped at the joy juice fervently as she 
heard her sounds being mimicked just above her. She glanced up to see the 
tip of Murray's still rock hard schlong being nipped at by Jill's long, 
swollen red tongue. A drop of the white cream came down and moistened her 
lips more as she mixed it in with her sister's juices and tasted the whole 
sweet load. She watched eagerly as Jill brought her hand around and licked 
her own jism off the knuckles. 

For a few more moments the room was silent, save for the licking and sucking 
and eating sounds of each of them licking at someone else's come juices. 

"What a workout," Murray said, slipping his leg off his sister's head. 

"I'll say," said Jill, pulling the clothespins off her sister's nipples and 
sliding off the girl's heaving torso. 

"Well, Ginger," Murray said, standing up for a stretch. "How was it?" 

"No complaints, Bro," the girl said, stopping them both in their track with 
her unexpected cheerfulness, "except one." 

"What the hell is that?" Jill shot back indignantly. 

"Well, with all that action going down," Ginger said, feeling one of the 
nylon lines being relieved from around her wrist, "I still haven't been 
fucked." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You goddamn Horny Toad. Horny!" Jill screamed into her sister's still-taped 
wide open eyes. "You never could get enough cocoa, doll clothes, TV, John 
Barrymore ... .. and now you can't get enough sex, either. Well, it just 
figures," Jill stomp on the bed as she bent down to untie her sister's foot. 
"Aw, never mind," she shouted to the whole second floor of the house, "Let 
her stay tied up." 

"I already undid her hand over here," Murray said, holding up an empty noose 
of clothesline. 

"Why don't you wait for my orders like you're supposed to," Jill sounded 
totally incensed with rage at her bumbling lieutenant of a brother. 

"Aw, cut it out, Sis," Murray said, whining again, "The fun and games are 
over, so how come you still want to be boss?" 

"Talk nice to her, Murray," Ginger said, reaching over to untie her own 
right hand, "or she'll cut off your pussy supply." 

"You fucking little brat," Jill bellowed, grabbing the whip in her hand and 
thrashing it through the now thick, still air of the room. "I think I feel 
like whipping the daylights out of you. Giving you that whipping that Mom 
and Dad never gave you." 

Jill jumped back up onto the bed and threw a hard, biting lash into the air. 
The leathery thong snapping sounded like a tree trunk breaking off. 

Ginger ran off the bed and pushed past her brother. As he grabbed after her, 
she pulled the brass knob of her sister's door as hard as she could and when 
it burst open she found herself face to face with Richie Garrison. 

He grabbed her in his right arm and grabbed Murray with his left. 

"Aren't you a little young to be playing with whips, Jill?" he asked as the 
startled girl froze like a statue on the bed. 

"I'm afraid you're a little late, Richie," Ginger said, feeling like she 
could use a long bath and cool glass of lemon soda. 

"It looks like right on time," he said, giving her a little squeeze and a 
quick brush kiss on the cheek. 

"Okay, Cleopatra," he said, going to the bed and surveying the nubile nude 
body of the bratty high school senior he loathed, "come on down." 

"Okay," Richie said in a neighborly tone as he hopped onto the bed and 
easily overpowered the slender teenager. He grabbed the whip from her 
instantly and shoved her off the bed. It was fun to get the upper hand with 
a girl two years older than himself. 

"What are you doing here, Richie?" Murray asked, suddenly strolling over in 
a very friendly manner and practically giving his hand the businessman's 
shake. 

"I had a date with Ginger, but it looks like somebody beat me to it," he let 
a little air of menace seep into his voice as he eyed Murray with rancor. 

"You got it wrong, Rich," Murray said, sitting on the bed with his dangling 
penis caressing the chenille spread. 

Jill grabbed Ginger's towel off the floor and wrapped herself up in it. She 
felt a little like a south sea island native girl. 

"I never fucked her," Murray said, as though he were pleading to a cruel 
judge and a heartless jury, "it's not what you think." 

"What do I think?" Richie asked him in an amazingly calm and collected 
manner considering he'd just walked into a hot bed of incest. 

"I think you'd like to," Murray said, thinking as fast as he could. His 
reputation in the neighborhood was at stake here. "And I can help you." 

Ginger let chin down into her hands. Somebody had finally come up with a 
good idea. Now she had to wait for the outcome. 

"I know what!" Jill said, sounding like a kindergarten teacher entertaining 
a class on a day too rainy to go out for recess. "We can draw straws. 
Whoever gets the shortest one can fuck her first." 

"Look, you guys," Ginger said into the silence, "I don't care who goes 
first, I don't care how you do it, but I really wish somebody would screw 
me. I'm young, hot, horny, eager, and dying to get it on. Now will you quit 
stalling?" 

"Hold it," Richie said, in the loudest deepest voice of anyone. "I came here 
tonight to take care of that and I'd really like to be allowed to do it. 
like, if it's true that nobody's done it yet. I'd kinda like to be the 
first." 

"Okay by me," Murray said, jumping up and slipping into his shorts. 

"I won't stop you," Jill said, mentally congratulating herself for her 
discretion. 

"I have one teensy request," Ginger piped up from the depths of her sister's 
pink satin easy chair, "if it's okay with Richie, I'd like to have Murray 
and Jill watch. Just this once." 

"Fun," Jill said tentatively. "I could get into it. How about you, Murray?" 

"Peeping Tom gets peeped at," he said laughing and poking around for his 
blue jeans. "I like it, too, but I'd sure like to be plugging her myself. I 
gotta say it, I'm very horny for that little kid. Have been for a long 
time." 

"Me, too," Jill said, feeling very dejected all of a sudden. 

"What?" Ginger said, wrinkling her adorable nose up like a prune. "I thought 
you guys hated my guts." 

"Probably jealousy," Richie said, feeling like he should have a pipe hanging 
out of his mouth at this philosophical observation. 

"No, man," Murray said, shaking his head. "I gotta say that Jill here gets 
my whang rocking with all that teasing and goading stuff she does, but I got 
a real crush on you, Ginger. Same goes for Jill. Ain't that so, Sexy Sis?" 

"What is this shit?" Richie asked, raising both eyebrows at once and coming 
over to throw an arm around Ginger's shoulder. "You dig your sister?" He 
wished he hadn't been quite so shocked to hear it. His voice must have risen 
an octave when he said it. 

"Tell her, Jilly," Richie said, grabbing his sister's hand and pumping it 
hard. 

"I tried to, yesterday in the basement," she shook her head mournfully, "I 
don't even know if she believed me." 

"Oh, I believe you, Jill," Ginger said, "I just wasn't sure I wanted to get 
into it with you." 

"Will somebody tell me what's going on here?" Richie said, really sounding 
his age now. 

"I'm bi-sexual, Richie," Jill said, crossing one leg over the other and 
letting it swing suggestively around in tiny circles. "I go either way, and 
I've got a thing for Ginger. They say it happens in the best of households." 

"And this is really a good family, Rich," Murray said, feeling like a public 
relations representative, "despite whatever you may think." 

"Could we please cut out this talking, talk, talk, and get down to 
business?" Ginger said, feeling near the end of her rope with the chit-chat 
being tossed around her. 

"Don't see why not," Richie said, agreeably. He reached up and yanked his 
zipper down so loud and quick the three of them jumped out of their seats. 

"We'll just stay right here and watch then?" Jill said it so politely, as 
though she were asking permission. 

"Through the keyhole if you please," Ginger said regally. It would be fun to 
be spied on for a change. 

"How degrading!" the older girl shrieked. 

"You love it," Murray said, pinching her ass under the terry cloth. 

Ginger ushered them both out of the room by their ears and came back to sit 
on the bed with Richie. 

"Been quite a day, huh?" he said. "You look like you could use a little r 
and r." 

"Oh," Ginger said, in the most languorous, sexiest voice she had. "Now I 
could really use some hot, heavy action right now, if that's what you're 
hinting at." 

"I'm not exactly hinting," he said, smiling his pearliest, sexiest smile. 
"Does this look like a hint?" 

He relieved his straining hard crotch of its throbbing huge burden and 
rested his cock on her warm sharp little knee. 

"Far out!" was all the little girl could say as she reached out to stroke 
the swelling thick dick. She let her hand move up and down the length of it, 
stopping to rest momentarily at every flesh pocket. 

Richie felt the rock hardness grip around his cock like a velvet vise. The 
thing sprung to attention like a toy soldier. He felt a wave of heat and 
excitement strike every nerve ending in his groin and wash back up into his 
head. Even his lips felt hard and pulsing. 

"Oh, Richie," Ginger cried aloud, throwing herself back on the bed, making 
sure her spread eagle cunt was throbbing open in the direction of the 
keyhole, "Fuck me.! Fuck me like there was no tomorrow." 

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Richie managed to 
blurt out in between heaves and blasts of red, hot energy blistering out to 
the end of his sizzling hot pecker. 

Outside in the hallway, Jill and Murray jockeyed for the top spot at the 
opening of the keyhole. 

"Me first," Jill ordered, trying to shove Murray's hot little buns out of 
the way. 

"Take a back seat, big sister," Murray said, grinding his hips in her 
direction, trying to oust her from the spot. "I don't want to miss watching 
our adorable sibling get the shit fucked out of her." 

"How do you know where he's going to do it," Jill said, defiantly plopping 
her hands down onto her hips. "You two plan this thing ahead of time or 
something." 

"I guess we didn't." Murray bent down again to get a keyhole shaped view of 
the action in his sister's bedroom. "I just meant that it's not everyday an 
older brother gets to watch his younger sister lose it to his best friend." 

"You can say that again, Greedy Paws," Jill replied, "now move your ass over 
a few inches and let me see what cooks in there." 

Murray was far too occupied checking out the action in the center ring to 
give his sister an inch. 

Sure enough, there was Ginger all right, with her cunt spread out like the 
night sky across Colorado. He didn't know her cunt could be so spread out. 

"Would you do me a big favor, Richie," the little girl said, raising her 
head up and propping herself on her elbows. 

"Sure, Sweet Thighs," he said, sweeping his curly matted hair back from his 
eyes. "Anything at all." 

"Would you lick my clit a little? Or lick my little clit as the case may 
be." 

"God!" Murray shouted, bucking his sister's demanding pushes into his rear 
end by planting his feet firmly into the hall carpet. "He's going down on 
her." 

"Lemme in there a second or I'll tear the door off the hinges," the girl 
demanded, stomping her foot and tossing her head back. 

"His tongue is as big as a salami," the boy clutched the door knob hard in 
between his fingers, practically hanging off of it. 

"Why couldn't they go to a motel," Jill shrieked disconsolately, "at least 
there, one of us could see them through the air vent." 

Richie Garrison gripped his thrashing member and bent down toward the girl's 
cute little cunt. He wet one of his fingers in his mouth and placed it 
gently on the girl's soft, vibrating cunt lips. 

"Wow!" Ginger said, grinning up at him, "I think I'm in love." 

The boy sailed his fingers around the little rink of Ginger's hot eager 
hole. The feel of her wispy soft pussy hairs against his hard hand was 
invigorating his cock to new and untried heights. 

"You rabid little turn-on," he growled down to her like a dog in heat. "I 
can't get enough of you already and I've just started." 

"That's just what I'd hoped you'd say," the blonde head said, shaking her 
hair and moving her lips in an increasingly excited rhythm. 

Richie reached high up into the top of her beckoning crack and grabbed a 
gentle but firm hold on her beating little clit. It grew thick and swollen 
with the blood rush of excitement as he fondled and stroked it ever more 
vigorously. 

Ginger tried to get a good grip on herself. Perhaps he would work on her 
like this for an hour or two and she wanted to hold back as long as she 
could. 

"What's going on in there?" Jill said impatiently to her brother who was 
just about a stone statue in front of the keyhole. 

"I don't know, but it sure looks like fun," he said, turning quickly around 
and throwing her a look of mingled joy and pain. 

"I could tell that from the way your pecker is starting to wave around," she 
said, feeling herself get a little warmer between the thighs just seeing him 
grow bigger. 

"Why don't you give it some material help, huh, Sis?" he said, bending over 
and spreading his legs apart. "You can reach me from here, can't you?" 

Jill, swallowing hard at being forced into the position of taking a back 
seat to the action, slid sullenly under Murray's outstretched hind quarter. 
She reached up and eased his shorts down over his thighs. His cock sprang 
out at her like a goblin at a Halloween party. God, how she loved the sight 
of that round, hard little bat. 

"You feel so good, Ginger," Richie said, congratulating himself at actually 
having found her clitoris. 

"You do all right, yourself, Handsome," she said, relaxing into the hold he 
had on her. It felt so good to be man handled by someone like him. 

"Suck me," Murray said, getting his eyes full. "I want you to take my pecker 
down your throat and gag on it a little." 

"Oh, brother," Jill said, rubbing her whole hand around the boy's throbbing 
wick. "I've never gagged on your pecker." 

"I have a hunch you're going to tonight," he said, feeling like the he-man 
of the gymnasium. "And I think you're gonna love it." 

Jill began nibbling at the tip of her brother's huge, hard brick bat. The 
taste, the smell, the slipperiness of it caused her to take much more of it 
down her throat immediately than she had planned on. 

"God, that's good," he said, gritting his teeth and thrusting his whole hard 
on between her lips and down her gullet. "I've wanted that all day long." 

Ginger blinked her eyes dreamily and focused again on Richie. He was bending 
over her cunt and letting his tongue play around the inner lips of her pink, 
velvety pussy hole. 

The dark-haired Romeo let his tongue linger around the pulsating thickness 
of her raging clit and slipped it down and inside her heaving crack. He 
fucked her hole hard with his thick, wet log of a tongue and then pulled it 
out. He sat up straight on the bed and looked at her. 

"You're so damn cute," he said, shaking his head, "I hate to say it, but I 
wish you were my sister." 

"God, I can just imagine you being my brother," Ginger giggled, "We'd never 
get a lick of housework done. Maybe it's better you're not. I'm in enough 
hot water already around here. Mom and Dad think I'm great, but Murray and 
Jill are just using me to get to my body." 

"Can't blame them," Richie said, finding Ginger's mouth with his gyrating 
tongue. He thrust it down her throat and wriggled it around hard. 

Ginger felt the heat growing between her legs like hot flashes of summer 
heat lightning. 

"Can you slip it into me now?" she said, gurgling up at him and blinking her 
big blue eyes as hard as she could. 

"Spread your legs hard apart and I'll try," he said, running his hands down 
along the full length of her willowy frame. 

Again Ginger adjusted herself onto the bed so that her brother and sister 
had an award-winning view of her cunt. The little untried cunt that was 
about to be hammered into the bed springs by huge, walloping schlong of 
Richie Garrison. 

Ginger clutched the bedspread with her hands and dug her fingernails into 
the mattress as she felt Richie introduce his huge, smooth dome into the 
soft, quivering hole of her pussy. It felt so close down there. Their two 
organs meeting and greeting each other for the first time. She smiled up to 
beamed ceiling of the little room and felt quite at peace with herself. It 
was good to get fucked, good to be screwed in your own comfy little white 
frame house. And it was good to come from a close family.
