from the little plastic bag full of marijuana that he pulled out of his pocket.
A few minutes later she was feeling the effects of the sweet-smelling smoke he had lit for her.
'Oh, wow, I think I'm a little bit high!' she exclaimed, giggling suddenly for no apparent reason. Her tongue was thick in her mouth already, causing her speech to be slightly slowed.
Kurt got up and turned on the stereo radio to a sweet-sounding FM station. 'A little music ought to be good…' he told her, as he returned to sit beside her on the couch, not knowing how much longer he could hold out against his rising passion for his younger sister. He sure as hell didn't enjoy playing this waiting game. He could hardly wait till the day when Stacey would be like Birdie, ready for a rollicking sex party at almost any time.
'Oh, that's soooo nice!' she cooed, listening to the jazzy, fast-moving music coming from the speakers, then she arose and moving in a world of her own began to shuffle her feet to the rapid, compelling beat and the wail of the soaring horns.
Now's the time! Kurt moved in behind his sister, his arms going around her waist, as his hands reached up in front of her to cup the full mounds of her breasts through.the cloth of her clothing. 'God… you're lovely, Stacey!' he whispered into her ear, while at the same time, he ground the hard bulge of his erect penis into the small of her back.
Stacey swallowed lightly, knowing that the moment of truth had come. His fingers digging into the softness of her smooth white breasts through the layers of her clothing seemed to be burning holes into her, and she felt the lengthening and hardening of her nipples inside her bra, while below, where the warm hardness of his penis pressed into her back she could feel its involuntary lurching expansion, like a caged animal seeking its escape. Oh God, coming closer and closer to it, when his massive hardened maleness would fuck its way stiffly up into her never before fucked vaginal passage. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting. A long, shuddering moan came from her lips.
Abruptly, then, Kurt turned her to face him, drawing her tight into the circle of his arms and pressing her body close to his, his, lips mashing down tight on her soft ones with smothering savagery. His warm, wet tongue slid sinuously into her mouth to search probingly, tasting the sweetness of her breath, as his hands slid smoothingly down the trembling curve of her back to clutch at her rounded buttocks, pulling her loins in hard and tight to his own grinding pelvis, until she could feel the hot hard bulge of his erection.
Drawing back his head after a few moments, her brother looked down into her face with lewd salaciousness, as he detected the tiniest undulation of her hips against him. The marijuana was loosening her up… and it'd be just a few more minutes until he'd have her flat on her back with his aching cock buried in her tight virgin's cunt!
'Come on… let's go into the bedroom!' he murmured, his voice urgent even as he tried to be matter-of-fact and nonchalant.
None too gently, he grasped her arm and led her toward the bedroom door. Almost like a sleepwalker, she went along with him, until they reached the door; then, a shudder passed through her body, spasmodically, all of her built-up tension seeming to knot tightly in the pit of her stomach. She was going into that room for only one purpose… to- become something like her own brother's wife… and she had to give herself… she had sworn she would… all of her, to him willingly.
She stopped dead in her tracks, standing in the bedroom door, looking at the soft bed where she was about to face an unknown terror, a totally new experience, and she couldn't move another step.
'There's nothing to worry about, Stacey,' he encouraged. 'I'll try not… to hurt you… too much…'
Somehow, he seemed to be qualifying it. 'Oh, Kurt… I'm- scared… really scared!'
'I'll help you. All you have to do is relax… and enjoy it!' he whispered, drawing her into the bedroom and sitting her down on the edge of it. 'Maybe it'd help if we smoked another joint.'
She nodded affirmingly, and he went off to the living room to quickly roll another marijuana cigarette and brought it back lit to the bedroom. Stacey accepted it greedily and took several huge drags, wanting to be numbed… wanting a euphoria in which she would not have to think.
'Take it easy…' Kurt warned amiably. 'Don't get overloaded!'
'I'm beginning to see things fuzzy… and I'm getting dizzy,' Stacey giggled, looking up at him. 'Does that mean I'm too high?'
'It means you've had just enough!' he told her assuringly, taking the joint from her hand and stubbing it out in an ashtray by the bed.
Then, as she watched, he took off his shirt and undershirt, stripping himself to the waist to expose the lithe muscularity of his trim body, and spellbound, she couldn't take her eyes off the enormous bulge caused by his desire-stiffened penis that strained against the cloth of his trousers. Strangely, through the buzzing in her head, she was fascinated now by it, as she saw it lurch involuntarily, and she began to feel a warm glow suffusing through her belly that was more than the warming effect of the grass.
'Do you want me to undress you, darling?' Kurt asked, coming toward her.
Recklessly, she made her decision. If she were going to go through with it, she'd do it herself, strip her body naked and offer it to her brother almost like a sacrifice. She shook her head in negative answer to his question, rose, and walked to the other side of the bed on rubbery, unsteady legs, vowing to herself that everything she did from this point on would be without thinking. She would just let nature take its course.
Reaching up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress, she slipped it off, the full-length mirror on the closet door revealing her standing there in her slip, while lounging behind hue, tall and athletic, her brother's reflection showed him watching her with hungry, salacious eyes, which seemed to bore right through her. He had looked at her like that before, and subconsciously she tried to blot out his presence for the time being, going on with her undressing as though she were in her own bedroom, alone, getting ready for bed.
With resolute determination, she pulled her slip off over her head, then reached behind to unfasten her lacy, diaphanous brassiere, slipping it off and adding it to the careless pile of her clothing on the chair. She felt the cool air of the bedroom wash over the twin mounds of her milk-white breasts and saw in the mirror that her nipples were distended, pointing upward slightly, with the areolas drawn up tight and wrinkled at their bases. Unconsciously, she cupped them in her tiny hands, and her fingers rolled the tiny, spiked-out buds caressingly.
In the mirror, she saw her brother coming in close behind her, and with a little, desperate cry and a vigorous shake of her head, warned him off before he could touch her. 'No, please, I have to… do it… myself?'
Then, only her wispy panties remained. Biting her lip with determination, and all too aware of her brother's closeness behind her, she hooked her fingers in the narrow panty waistband and rolled them down over the rounded fullness of her hips and buttocks. Stepping clear of them was the final act of her divestment and like a vestal virgin of ancient Rome she faced her expulsion from the scared sisterhood in taking herself a man.
As she straightened up, Stacey gasped moaningly. Kurt was there, standing before her naked also, his hardened and throbbing cock lancing out toward her lustfully, shattering the temporary mental wall she had erected to shield her-from the reality of what was going to happen. Her eyes were drawn to the massive stiffness of it as though it were a strong magnet, and she saw that its head, the foreskin retracted, shone a reddish purple, almost velvet like, and a tiny tear of moisture wept from the slit in its tip. Oh God! It's so huge! It'll ill my cunt beautifully – if he can ever get it an! In the single night since Kurt had tried to force her to do it she had forgotten how terrifying it had been, and now a measure of that same fear coursed through her… even though the situation was different: last night she had been determined to prevent it; now she was determined to go through with it!
Then her brother Kurt moved in close, his arms encircling her, and she felt herself being pulled in tight to his nakedness, as below the throbbing monster was trapped between the crushing flesh of their bellies; above, her aching breasts were mashed flat against his muscular chest, and he was kissing her, again, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth and throat, while guttural, animalistic sounds came from deep in his chest. His hands swarmed over her body, smoothing and massaging caressingly, exploring all the curves and mounds, his fingers digging and pinching at the satin-skinned delights of her. body… and all the while he was moving her toward the bed, where he was going to make her his woman… consummate their relationship by ending her state of virginity. He had waited too long already!
Desperately, she twisted her mouth aside to break his avid kiss and groaned, 'Don't, Kurt! Not yet!'
Instant alarm arrowed through him. Gritting his teeth he growled. 'God damn! Don't tease me, Stacey! I want you now!'
