titty. He started to massage both places, rubbing his fingers into the lovely, thrilling secrets and feeling his prick responding to the stimulation by growing painfully erect and thrusting urgently against the restraint of his underpants.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. More than anything, Richard wanted to shut out the almost unbearably erotic sight of his step-sister's body and simply fling himself on top of her-grinding his cock on her soft flesh and letting the hot spunk splash thickly onto her stomach. This was the closest they had yet come to fucking: so far, neither Richard nor Lisa had dared to attempt actual penetration…
But he fought back this urge to reach a speedy climax, and continued to fondle at her breast and her pussy. His fingers were concentrating on the rosy thickness of Lisa's nipple-while his other hand had begun to explore the wet heat of her sex, his face bent close to her crotch while his fingers stroked the messy slit between her open thighs.
Her breath was now coming as sharply and unevenly as his own, their panting mounting as Richard's fingers entered Lisa's quim and he caressed along the moist, fleshy-walls before finding the deep entrance to her vagina with his forefinger and urgently thrusting upwards into the tight recess. A momentary pain went through the girl's pussy, tears filling her eyes at the sudden intrusion, and then she relaxed-keeping her thighs well open-while Richard frigged gently in and out, his steady motion bringing her relief and the most exquisite pleasure she could imagine.
Soon, the craving to hold his prick in her hand and feel its slender power throbbing against her fingers took possession of Lisa. She reached out for his arm and drew him up onto the sofa-moving so that he could kneel astride her hips and continue to fondle her quim while she played with his stiff sex. It was still tucked away inside his pants, bulging strenuously through the white cotton, its shape clearly defined. Lisa stretched herself upwards, leaning towards him and bringing her head and shoulders off the cushions. She was careful not to dislodge Richard's hand from its position on her loins-his fingers now dipping into her pussy from a downward angle, working vigorously at the slit and giving it a powerful, stimulating frigging-and when she pulled his pants down over the stiff young cock, Lisa could still feel the bite of his digits in her cunt.
Directly the pants were drawn over Richard's crotch, tugged midway down the boy's thighs, she clenched her fist around the bared knob. It sprang violently out of the briefs, the prepuce raw and inflamed-looking; the thick vein which ran along its sensitive underside pulsing thickly with the blood of his excitement. Lisa sank back again, holding tightly to her prize, thrusting up with her hips to encourage Richard's fingers. She started to squeeze the prick in a vigorous rhythm-making it jump under the pressure of her fingers and swell like a ripe fruit that was ready to yield up its seed. Already, squirming and writhing with a complete lack of inhibition, the girl had lubricated her cunt to a sticky wetness, the slit running over with thin hot honey and burning her step-brother's fingers as he rode them again and again into the hole…
The daylight seemed to add a new dimension to their sex-game, taking it out of the realms of furtiveness and endowing both Lisa and Richard with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Their eyes met. For the first time during one of their intimate moments, they stared directly into each other's eyes-holding their gaze steadfast for a few minutes while Lisa tenderly rubbed up and down her step-brother's cock and Richard wriggled his fingers about in the frothy slit of the girl's pussy.
Silently, Lisa's eyes pleaded with him. They opened widely in an expression of intense, unashamed begging: and words weren't needed to make Richard understand what she wanted…
A shuddering went through him, compounded of fear and excitement. As Lisa continued to stare hotly up into his eyes, he felt her quim contract and then spurt out a long stream of love-juice-the liquid pouring over his hand, her juicy sex rubbing urgently up and down against his fingers. And still Lisa kept her eyes open! She fondled the velvet skin of his prickhead, coaxing it and stroking her thumb again and again across the circular ridge below the crest; driving him half-insane with excitement…
Almost fainting under the emotion which swept through him, Richard sank at full-length on Lisa's body. He felt her thighs open to their widest extent and then her legs bent at the knees-her tiny feet sliding onto the cheeks of his arse and bearing down on them: bringing his achingly stiff prick into hard contact with her belly. For a moment, Richard thought that he had misinterpreted Lisa's desire. Perhaps, after all, she merely wanted him to cream out his sperm on her tummy-as they had done so many times before? He started, tentatively, to ride backwards and forwards-rubbing the length of his tool into her belly and feeling the dizzying waves of excitement as the soft flesh rippled beneath his rod.
Then, with an urgency that frightened him, the girl squirmed her body upwards a few inches and drove her hand between their thighs. Swiftly, Lisa caught his knob again. She held it around the hilt, pressing its crest to the thoroughly wet slot of her cunt and pushed it slowly around inside the outer lips until Richard could feel the yielding hole itself; widening and stretching as Lisa began to impale herself on his stiff, twitching wand.
Directly the first few inches had been grasped by her sticky funnel, Lisa released his weapon and wrapped both her arms around her step-brother's neck-hugging him so tightly that Richard could scarcely breathe. Her body-strained up against his, and suddenly her mouth was crushing moistly on his lips-forcing them open, her tongue driving passionately between his teeth and licking all over the inside of his mouth.
Richard was sinking into an uncontrollable state of fury, his young lust aroused to an unprecedented degree by Lisa's passion. Tensing the muscles of his thighs and hips, he thrust forward: urging his cock deeper into the girl's cunt, feeling the hardness of her pubic mound pressing into his abdomen as he brutally forced their crotches together and, inch by inch, fucked his prick further into his half-sister's quim!
There was a sudden constriction, though, when his tool had penetrated midway into the cunt. Richard drove against it, bearing forward with his loins and trying to force his knob to slide the rest of the way into Lisa's hot, sucking slit. But she cried out in sharp pain, wrenching her lips away from his mouth and sinking her teeth into his shoulder-
“No, oh, no! I can't take it!” Lisa sobbed. “Oh, darling, I'm sorry-I'm sorry! But it hurts too much!”
Anger and frustration seized the boy. He was torn between his feelings for Lisa-his emotional, brotherly attachment to her-and the violent lust which she herself had aroused in him. He tried, more gently this time, to drive his prick past the obstinate constriction of her hymen: but with every movement he made, Lisa shook her head urgently from side to side, crying and moaning in pain and despair.
Bitterly, Richard withdrew his cock. He felt a wrench of acute disappointment-as if he were a baby that had been torn from its mother's nipple unsatisfied-and it was only when he began to ride his aching, throbbing tool up and down on the girl's stomach that this intensely unpleasant sensation left him. He could still hear the choked sobs, the heartrending weeping which Lisa was making as she buried her face against his shoulder, but overriding this was the desperate need to reach his climax. Ignoring her feelings, Richard clasped her body against him-sliding both his hands around Lisa's back-and jerked the stiffness of his cock into her sleek, resilient under-belly.
It was a brief, unsatisfying orgasm. Richard spent with animal lust-and without real pleasure-onto Lisa's stomach: shooting his spunk in quick, lumpy spurts that left him physically repleted but emotionally frustrated. Miserably, he sprawled on top of the girl; afraid to meet her eyes now, conscious that their beautiful afternoon of daylight “feelings” had been ruined by over-eagerness and impatience…
It was quite possible that this traumatic experience might have ended their intimate relationship for ever, since-in the long, embarrassing minutes following Richard's ejaculation-the couple vowed separately that they could never again touch one another without being painfully reminded of this unsatisfactory experiment. But fate had decided to intervene at this point… in the person of their Governess, Kathleen Wynter!
She came downstairs earlier than usual, awakened by Lisa's loud sobbing and cries of pain. Pausing only to slip a housecoat over her otherwise naked body (Kathleen always took her afternoon nap unclothed; being thrifty and not wishing to don a nightdress for a few hours each day) she hurried down to the lounge, certain that Lisa had suffered some kind of accident…
Her reaction upon flinging open the door and seeing the step-brother and sister naked in each other's arms was, initially, stunned disbelief. Kathleen froze midway across the room, one hand clutching the housecoat to her body, the other going to her mouth as if to stifle the shout of outrage which was springing to her lips. No, she told herself quickly. That isn't the way to handle the situation-don't let them see that you're horrified… disgust and anger would be the worst possible attitude: you could even drive them to suicide if you don't adopt a rational, reasonable response…
Rapidly, her mind calculated the background to this revelation that Lisa and Richard were lovers. Kathleen's liberal character was put to its severest test as she tried to stifle the revulsion which threatened to drown out her
