Holding firmly onto the warm vibrant rod of his desperately ramming cock with both hands, she cried out groaningly, 'Kurt! Oh, please… Kurt, darling… let me do something else to make it all right for you?' she pleaded with him, meaning every word of it now. The idea was strange to her, but at that moment, she would have gladly let him use her mouth or her breasts… if only to avoid actually being fucked by her own brother!
And then suddenly he was pumping wildly, his hips driving the demanding shaft of his cock back and forth in the double-handed grip she had on it, his breath raspy in his throat, his breath coursing in short, gasping pants. She felt the shaft of his cock expand jerkingly in her hands, as helpless gasps of passion purred from his lips, ending in a deeply gasping sob.
'Oh, good God… I'm cumming!' he groaned.
Spurting from the slitted head of his cock, the hot fluids of his semen hosed from him thickly in seemingly never-ending ejaculative spasms, and she felt it hot and wet on her naked belly. It began to seep down between her thighs, some of it drenching the soft golden curls of her pubic hair. All she could think of then was a heartfelt murmur of thanksgiving. Thank God! I'm glad! I'm glad he came… like this!
She released his wildly spewing prick to hug him close to her as he collapsed on top of her shudderingly. Her own arousal was still unsatisfied. Her cuntal passage still tingled where he had tried to ram his blood-engorged cock into the vestibule, but she knew that she was right in not letting him do this terrible thing to her. Later he would be grateful that she had restrained him. Her own desire would cool, she decided.
In the next moment, her older brother was heaving himself off of her, his lips pressed together and his eyes averting hers.
'That's not what I wanted, Stacey!' he said in a dull, almost threatening voice. 'I can jack-off any time I want to! I didn't just need to shoot off, you know! It was you I wanted to fuck and cum up inside of. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me.'
'I'm sorry, Kurt,' said Stacey pleadingly. 'I'm sure you'll come to your senses soon! After all, I'm your own sister!'
'My sister?! Christ! You're a woman, a beautiful woman! And I love you!' He crawled from the bed then and stamped away on his bare feet toward his own room, leaving his younger sister sexually frustrated, insulted, demeaned, and totally miserable… naked and shamed, on her own bed. She tried to hold back the tears brimming to her eyes as long as she could. But when she heard the door to their apartment close behind him as he left a few moments later, she let it all out then. Bitter and wet, the tears flowed from her eyes as her body was wracked with sob after sob of self-pity.
But then she had pulled herself together as much as she could, trying to analyze what had happened. She didn't know what had brought this storm of passion out of her brother, and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. Somehow she felt she had lost all respect for him, all trust.
And now, she forced herself to begin packing – packing for a vacation trip she no longer wanted to go on, that she no longer knew how she was going to get through. They were scheduled to leave early in the morning, and she didn't even know where her brother was! What if he didn't come back? How could she explain things to Bill and Birdie?
Chapter 2
Birdie opened the apartment door a crack and then flung it wide when she was sure that it was Kurt at the door.
'Hi, honey!' she cried happily. 'Come.on in! I was just thinking about calling your house. I won't be able to leave in the morning with the rest of you guys. The hospital just called me in to work in the morning. But you and Stacey can go up, and then we'll come up later when I get off work at 3:30. Nothing's going to spoil this trip!'
'Something already has spoiled the trip,' said Kurt glumly, following her into the living room of Bill and Birdie's stylish apartment.
'Why, Kurt, what's the matter?' said Birdie, realizing now the dark mood he was in and becoming instantly sympathetic.
'I did something really dumb tonight, Birdie,' confessed Kurt. 'You know how much I love my sister, and now I really blew it. But I want her to become like us, Birdie, to know and understand about lovemaking. I want her to let me fuck her, Birdie, you know that. So anyway, tonight when I.saw her at the swimming pool in her bikini, I knew that I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to have her. But she wouldn't let me, Birdie, she just refused to understand! She thinks that because I'm her older brother I have no right to love her that way. Instead she made me cum in her hands like a little teenager. I feel shamed now, and I don't know how I'll ever get her trust back again.'
Birdie smiled, 'Aw, Kurt, it's not as bad as you think, honey. She'll come around. You just have to give her time to get used to the idea; that's all. Why, she's probably feeling sorry for refusing you right now!'
'Do you think so, Birdie?' queried Kurt hopefully. 'I just don't know how I'm going to face her again.'
'Listen, Kurt, even I was that way once, you know. There comes a time for every woman if she's at all lucky in life when she realizes what making love is all about. Stacey loves you, Kurt. She doesn't have a boyfriend. Why, after this trip I guarantee she'll be just as happy and free as we are.'
'God, I hope so, Birdie. She's so beautiful. I just hate to see her going to waste like this.'
'Well, right now, Kurt, I hate to see you going to waste. Bill's over at his mother's house across town and I know he won't be back until late. You look like you could use a little bit of loving yourself right now.'
With that, Birdie took Kurt's hands and put them around her waist as she moved closer to him on the sofa. She smiled and seemed to melt as she raised her lips to him, open-mouthed, for his kiss. Kurt had made love to Birdie several times before, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to hold her close in the circle of his arms, his hands smoothing down her back to the full-swelling mounds of her voluptuous buttocks, fingers digging into the pliant flesh through the light material of her house dress, while above his mouth absorbed her tiny, wet tongue that slithered sinuously into it. Her loins were plastered solid and hard against him, and as he pulled her in even harder, he felt her hips rotate suggestively. Now this felt so right, so fine. Birdie was a beautiful woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, sweet and passionate. He had such a beautiful relationship with her. And he and her husband Bill had worked out a sort of tacit understanding about the whole thing. After all, Bill fooled around on the side quite a bit, and sometimes, Kurt knew, he had even brought a girl home to make a threesome with his wife. Theirs was what they called a modern marriage, one in which both parties were free to indulge their human desires to some degree. How he wished that he could get his sister Stacey to understand that kind of thinking!
His hot blood began pumping strongly, to be trapped in the elongating and hardening shaft of his penis, and he felt his balls being drawn up tight to his abdomen by his contracting scrotal sac, as his erection grew to fullness inside his confining trousers. It was an ego-satisfying feeling, and he was going to make the most of it. Damn! Now he was anxious to get Birdie stripped naked and into a bed… go home and try to make up with Stacey.
Finally, after long moments, Bill Wilson's wife leaned back in the circle of his strong arms, breaking the deep communion of their kiss and grinning impishly up into his face through her dark, smoldering eyes. 'Shall we smoke a joint first, darling?' she asked.
He answered her with a smile and she got up and walked across the room to the bookshelf, bending over to seek out the small wooden stash box that was hidden there and extracting a single hand-rolled marijuana cigarette from it before replacing the box on the shelf. Kurt followed her with his eyes, enjoying the view of her sexily swaying hips, the blue-black sheen of her long hair hanging down her back, and below those luscious legs, smooth and creamy, tapered to perfection. How he loved the times he had been cradled between those satin-smooth thighs as he shoved his throbbing demanding cock deep into the moist warmth of her clinging cuntal sheath. He would never want to see the day that he could get no more of that.
He got up and in three long steps he pulled her close into his arms, again, his mouth hungry on hers as his tongue shot splurgingly between her soft, full lips deep into her mouth to search and taste. Obligingly, she nibbled, and sucked on his tongue; while at the same time, her tiny hand slid in between them to caress massagingly the huge bulge of his erect penis, inside his pants. Then, dexterously she searched for and found the tab to his zippered fly to lower it, the metallic sigh seeming louder than it really was in the quiet peacefulness of the living
