The day had been a full one. The plane trip and the tryst with Roberta were followed by an afternoon at the UN and the Museum of Modern Art. Then there was dinner and a Broadway musical with her brother. All of them had taken their toll on Amy. Always a sound sleeper, she was completely exhausted by the time she hit the pillow.
Thus, it was all the more surprising that Amy found herself lying awake, wondering what had awakened her.
She heard a giggle and a heavy thump. She realized that the noise came from the next room – her brother's bedroom.
Amy slipped off the bed and padded barefoot to the door of her brother's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of boy-cut pajamas, that looked anything but boyish on her. She'd had to unbutton the top halfway down the front; it had been too tight across her nubile young tits.
"Shhh! Stop it, Berta – you'll wake her up!"
"You told me she sleeps like the dead," Roberta answered, teasing in her voice.
"Look, it's bad enough that you insisted on staying here while Amy is sleeping…"
"She's big enough to know you're not a monk," Roberta answered. Amy heard her brother suck in a sharp breath. "And she knows I'm not going to sleep on the couch, so for cripes sake, stop acting like she's some ignorant, slow child!"
"She's just a kid – ahhhh!"
"Still want me to stop?" Roberta teased.
Amy had to see what was going on. She knelt on the carpet and peered through the keyhole. A dim night light by the bed gave her eyes all the illumination she needed.
Roberta was slipping to her knees, kissing her brother's bare chest and muscle-ridged stomach. Amy wished they'd move a little bit, because her brother was bare-assed and she wanted to see his prick!
Roberta was on her knees, now. Her hands were working between Les' thighs, and her head was moving around and about in the vicinity of his cock. Amy was sure Roberta was licking and sucking her brother's prick – and she wanted to see!
"No – don't stop that," Les gasped. Roberta's head bobbed back and forth a few times. Amy clearly heard the sound of wet cock-sucking and saw her brother tremble with pleasure. Then Roberta was standing and pushing Les back towards the big waterbed.
"Kid?" Roberta said. "Hah! All day long, men were trying to get close to her and pick her up and…"
"You keep them away from my little sister!" Les snapped – and then groaned. He'd lain back on the bed, and Roberta was kissing and licking her way up the insides of his long legs. Her firm, ripe ass was waving voluptuously in the air.
Roberta shifted to kiss Les' balls, and Amy saw his cock. She felt her pussy juicing up as she gazed at it. It was beautifully formed – and huge, the biggest she'd ever seen!
"She's a beautiful young woman, Les," Roberta was whispering between licks and sucks at Les' ball. "She's no kid."
"Ahhh – yes, suck my balls!" he groaned – and then Amy was stunned as she heard her brother say, "You're right – she is beautiful… and sexy as hell. But that's all the more reason why we have to – ahhh! Yeah! Suck 'em, woman!"
Amy listened to the slurping – and then to Roberta saying, "I know you know it, Les. I saw that hard-on you had when you saw her come out of the bathroom in those tight pajamas! She turns you on, doesn't she?" Her hand was gripping his cock shaft and moving up and down. "Admit it – if she weren't your sister…"
"Oh, cripes…" Les moaned. "Shut up, and suck cock!"
Roberta obliged for long minutes, her head bouncing up and down, her lips lightly skimming the thick shaft of his cock – and then suddenly tightening as her cheeks concaved. She was sucking his cocktip for all she was worth – and that was plenty!
She freed the thick cocktip with a loud popping sound, and then resumed the conversation. "Yes, but if she wasn't your sister, if she was just a girl you met on the street…"
"She'd still be just a kid!"
"But what a kid! With that gorgeous body of hers! And that hair! And think about that sweet, young, virginal pussy, with hardly any hair at all! Wouldn't you just love to teach her all about sex and fucking and sucking…"
"Yes! She's so lovely and sexy and innocent all at once – but she is my…"
"Pretend she isn't!" Roberta urged, pausing to take a long, loving lick at his balls. "Pretend she isn't and she's working on your big, beautiful prick now, that she's never done this before – and…"
"Stop it!" Les groaned. "I'm going to cum!"
And Amy, watching, was working her hand down inside her pajama bottoms to rub and caress her own dripping, throbbing pussy. As Roberta spoke to Les, Amy was picturing exactly the same things: that it was indeed, herself, licking and sucking and jerking off her brother's cock!
"Good!" Roberta whispered, hand flying faster on Les' heavy cock. His prick was too thick for her to completely close her fingers around it. "Good! Cum in my mouth! I want to drink it!" She sucked furiously, then swallowed fully half of his big cock. "I want you to pretend you're cumming in her mouth because it turns you on!"
"Yes! Uh – yes! It turns me on – Uh!" He made the admission, and then arched up on the bed as Roberta fastened her leeching lips over his cock and sucked him past the brink.
Amy pushed one finger all the way up into her own steaming cunt, grinding her palm flat against her clitoris. She was going to cum, too! Watching Roberta's throat convulse around the thick stem of her brother's cock as she drank the creamy jism, she imagined that it was her own mouth taking Les' abundant eruption, that his juice was drenching her throat and stomach. It was driving Amy to her fastest orgasm ever!
"Yes! Yes! Take it Amy! Take it all!" Les grunted, his hands grasping the sides of Roberta's head and jerking her up and down on his spasming prick. He unloaded his ample supply of hot jism into her welcoming throat.
Amy's legs went weak as the rush of her own orgasm passed through her. She could hardly keep her balance!
Amy grasped the edge of the door frame to steady herself. She was suddenly cramping, but she did not want to miss watching as Roberta licked the long, limber length of her brother's still awesome prick.
"See?" Roberta cooed, arranging herself on the bed next to Les. "It does turn you on, doesn't it?"
"Shut up," Les whispered. "I don't want to talk about it again – ever."
Roberta ran her hand over Les' broad, powerfully muscled chest. "You're overreacting because it did turn you on – and it's only natural. She is beautiful and sexy and you do care about her. After all – she's your sister."
"Shut up. If you talk about it again, I'll fuck your ass!"
"Ummmmm," Roberta hummed. "I might be in the mood for that. We almost got it all the way in, last time." Her hand found Les' prick and felt a sudden renewed swell of blood in it. "You might even be able to get it up pretty fast again. Why, that turns you on almost as much as pretending your sister was sucking your cock, doesn't it?"
His big prick and his moan answered her.
"And if you were to pretend you were fucking Amy's sweet, round little ass…"
"Stop it! Damn you, vixen!" Les growled.
Amy shivered at the idea. She'd tried ass-fucking once, and it had almost killed her. And her brother's prick…!
"Okay, okay," Roberta murmured, arraying herself so that one tit was crushed against Les' chest. "Okay. Maybe tomorrow night…"
Les' hand stilled on Roberta's ripe, round ass and Amy knew the night's show was over. Returning to the lonely bed, her pussy aching for more, she knew there'd be plenty of reruns on the insides of her eyelids before she slept.
"Sleep well, Sis?" Les asked.
The three of them sat at the breakfast table. Amy was still wearing the pajamas. She enjoyed her brother's furtive glances.
"Mostly. Something woke me up last night…"
Les blushed, then paled.
"… but I didn't have any trouble getting back to sleep."
A look of understanding flashed between Roberta and Amy. "Well," the lovely brunette said, "all of the excitement and then being in a strange place – it's natural that any little sound would wake you up."
"That's what I figured when I turned over… and went back to sleep."
"Oh, sure, well, uh, I hope you're going to enjoy yourself while you're here," Les managed to stammer.
"I'm sure I will," Amy cooed. "But I feel bad about it."
"Why?" Roberta asked.
Amy reached for the orange juice, knowing that the movement opened the space between the top two buttons of her pajamas, giving Les a tantalizing view of her creamy tit.
"I feel like the third wheel on the cart. You guys have to drag me everywhere, and – well, I feel like I'm cramping you."
"Well, don't you worry about that," Roberta began. The telephone jangled. Les excused himself to answer it in the next room. Roberta leaned close to Amy. "You saw us last night?"
Amy nodded and giggled. "And heard you."
"Listen, I have a plan."
"What?"
"Can't explain now, but don't be surprised at what I, uh, 'accidentally' let slip next."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to let it slip that your brother and I go to swingers' clubs. But you act unsurprised, got it?"
"Sure but…"
"Shhh! Here he comes."
Les sat at the table again. "Bad news. I might have to go into the office tomorrow. Something came up, but it's the only thing that can interrupt the vacation."
"I was just telling Amy," Roberta said, "that I don't mind her company. In fact, you and I can spend more time together than usual. If you weren't here, he wouldn't be taking time off."
"Still, I feel like I'm going to slow you up."
"Look, Sis," Les said earnestly, taking her hand in his, "You get that out of your pretty head. You won't cramp us at all. I'm glad you're here. We never go many places…"
"Except to bed," Roberta interjected.
He gave her a hard look. "… where you're not welcome."
Amy giggled. "You mean I wouldn't be welcome in bed?"
"Amy!" Les blurted.
"Well, the only time we'd be cramped is Tuesday nights at the Pit," Roberta said nonchalantly. "But hell, it won't kill us to miss one night."
"What's the Pit?"
"What'd you say that for, Berta?" Les demanded angrily.
"Because it's true," Roberta answered. She turned to Amy. "A swingers' club. That's where Les and I met."
"Berta!"
"Cool off, Les," Roberta answered. "Your sister is no nun. What are you afraid of – that she'll tell your folks?"
"But…"
"I think that's neat," Amy said, munching some toast. "But listen, you guys go ahead, Tuesday. By then, I'll probably need a night off just to rest. Yesterday tired me out with all that walking. I'm not used to it."
Les glared at Roberta and slowly simmered down, realizing that the damage was done and that his sister evidently didn't think it was anything worth further discussion.
"That reminds me," Roberta said. "Les, your sister needs some decent shoes. The ones she had are no good for walking. And did you hear the weather forecast? It's going to be eighty-five or ninety over the next few days. I'll bet she doesn't have any really light weight clothes."
"Is that right?" Les pulled out his wallet and peeled off a half-dozen twenties. "Here, take Amy shopping and get her what she needs." Amy's eyes were bulging at the roll of bills. He laughed. "Business is very good." Les sold videocassette systems for home use.
"You finish breakfast and get dressed, Amy," Roberta said. "And then we'll spend the morning helping your brother lighten his wallet… just us girls."
As they left, later, Les was kiddingly muttering that Amy had come to stay there and he'd been worried about leaving her alone, but now he was being left alone.
The two females stopped at Roberta's apartment. As she changed clothes, Roberta explained her plan. Amy laughed out loud at its simplicity. Roberta was going to keep turning Les on with fantasies of him making it with his little sister. He would have to look for excuses to get away from Amy just to avoid the temptation.
But Roberta wasn't telling the sexy little teenager the truth about her plan.
On the way back from a whirlwind shopping tour of the major stores, Amy fell into conversation with a personable young man on his way to work. He was an airlines reservations clerk and would be getting off work at six. He asked her to have dinner with him. Roberta assured Amy she could arrange for Les to let her loose for the evening, but she'd probably have to be back pretty early. "She's staying with her brother, and he's kind of paranoid about her," Roberta explained.
The young man – his name was Al – then asked how old Amy was. Amy lied and said seventeen. He believed her. "Well, that's age of consent in this state. Have we got a date or not?"
"Sure." Amy knew Les would go nuts if Al, who looked to be Les' age, called on her. "I'll meet you, uh…"
"Under the clock at the Biltmore," Roberta said, then laughed. "Why don't you meet under the clock in Grand Central?"
"Fine with me," Amy said, and they made the date for six-fifteen. As soon as Al was gone, Amy asked Roberta how she intended to get Les to let her loose.
"Simple." She stepped into a public phone booth and made a call. "Les is going to think it's all on the up-and-up. He's going to think it's a double date, but at five o'clock he'll get a call. Maria is going to call and invite us over. There is no way he's going to turn that down. For one thing, Les really gets off on Maria fucking with me. For another, I'm going to wheedle him into letting you have a night to yourself if you promise to be back by midnight and tell him where you'll be in the meantime. Simple?"
"Simple."
And so it was to be done.
Roberta didn't tell Amy that Maria bore a strong resemblance to her, at least through the face.
By the time she left the restaurant, Amy was feeling more than a little high. She wasn't used to drinking and she'd had a Tom Collins before dinner, two wines during dinner, and sherry after the meal. Al was friendly, cheerful, and personable. While they'd ridden the crowded elevator down from the skyscraper-top dining room, she'd been pressed into him and had felt a rigid prick throbbing within his trousers.
Al suggested a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park. Amy agreed readily. She was a little dizzy.
Once the hansom moved into the shady paths of the park, Al moved in on her with a vengeance. One moment, Amy was settled back comfortably against Al's chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and the next moment their mouths were glued together, tongues flickering back and forth. He moved his hand up over her indrawn stomach to cup one firm tit through her tapered blouse. Amy moaned into his mouth as he found her stiffening nipple and rolled it expertly. Her arousal was fueled by the awareness that the hansom driver was only a few feet away from them. All he needed to do was turn and he'd see the unambiguous movements of Al's free hand beneath the blanket that had been spread across their laps to protect them from the cool night breezes.
Amy lay back and accepted all the pleasures Al's knowing hands could bring her. She contented herself, for the moment, with merely rubbing his hard prick through his pants. The booze in her blood and the excitement of what she'd heard and seen in her brother's bedroom the night before made her pussy drool and clutch hungrily for cock!
Al was working one hand up under Amy's indecently short skirt. She let her willing thighs open wide for him, savoring his finger-touch as it climbed up her legs towards her starving cunt. Now, finally, she unzipped him. She reached inside to fish out his stiff prick. Her hand closed on his cockshaft and began pumping steadily up and down. At the same moment, he worked one finger past the leg band of her panties and began massaging her cunt lips. Her hips twitched, and the muscles of her firm asscheeks convulsed as he brushed her clitoris. Finally, he pushed his finger into her almost hairless cunt. She groaned again, this time louder, as she felt that single finger forcing apart the walls of her slick pussy. Her hand moved faster on his prick.
"Suck me," he whispered into her ear. "Suck me, baby."
Amy was willing to cooperate. She let herself slide lower on the seat, resenting only momentarily the removal of his finger from her cunt. She knew that once she was done sucking him, he'd be as hot as she was to jam his finger all the way into her steaming cunt.
With a sudden movement, Amy slipped her head under the blanket. To a casual observer, it might have looked as if Al were alone in the hansom. Amy was almost prone on the seat beside him.
She licked at the sides of his prick, savoring the sweaty, musky taste of it, treating his cock to a tongue bath before dropping her parted lips over the pulsating cockhead. Her lips remained parted as she heated his sensitive prick with her breath. Her mouth basted his thick cock with saliva, applying the saliva with a swirling, delicate touch of her tongue.
Then she clamped her lips tightly about his prick. She lowered her head slowly, then raised it back up – and suddenly she jerked her head up and down on is prick as fast as she could. She was sucking his cock as if she hoped to get nourishment from it – cock nourishment for her starving pussy!
Amy managed to get one slim hand inside his pants to lift and fondle his balls. She could feel him begin to squirm and jerk under her ministrations.
Amy felt his hands on her head. Al took control, pushing her face down over his arching prick until the cocktip hit the back of her throat. Faster and faster, the two of them working in tandem, until, the entire sensation was becoming a heady blur to the sexy teenager.
Suddenly, Amy poked her head up from underneath the blanket. "I want it inside me," she gurgled, saliva mixed with precum emission drooling down her chin.
The look on his face told her she could have anything she wanted – as long as she didn't wait too long!
Quickly, Amy slipped her panties down her legs. She clambered up onto the seat beside Al, still holding the blanket. With his help, she straddled his lap. Reaching one hand beneath her, she found the hard shaft of his cock and positioned it… and then settled gratefully down. She shivered at the physical pleasure of feeling his hard prick push up into her as she impaled herself on it. She shivered again as the touch of her bare asscheeks on his trousers reminded her of the daring of their fucking! Amy glanced around, and saw people strolling here and there through the park. She smiled back sincerely at the casual waves of passing bicycle riders. Little did they know that as she smiled, she was getting the hard prick she'd been craving so desperately.
Gingerly, with Al's strong hands at her waist, helping and guiding her, Amy began fucking back and forth, up and down. She had to bite down on her lower lip to stifle a scream of pleasure as she felt the thick, throbbing cock pushing between the clinging walls of her glove-tight cunt. She arched her hips, pushing them into his abdomen as she came down. She was shuddering with ecstasy as the broad back of his gnarled cock pressed directly against her erected clitoris. She began moving faster, jerkily, trying frantically to do it again. All she needed was another touch to her clit and she'd be tossing her cookies!
Al seemed to know just what she needed though, because even as she thought about it, he was reaching around with one hand to press his fingers to her aching clit. Amy shivered, gasped, and then, started coming.
Behind her, Al was gurgling. She felt his prick swell inside her clutching pussy. She felt the repeated explosions of his hot juice in her receptive body. His ejaculation was heavy, his wad filling her and then drooling down around the well-stretched lips of her cunt. Amy felt her own secretions and knew the tickling between the cheeks of her taut ass was that same juicy cum.
The two gasped for breath as his cock remained hard inside her. Amy slipped back into the seat beside him and moved her hand to force his cock back into his pants. He was still hard.
"You're still horny?" she whispered.
"Damn, yes!" he blurted back. "I've been horny all day thinking about that sweet ass and those gorgeous tits. And your pussy – it's like a mouth sucking me, but tighter than any mouth ever was! I want to eat you out baby, eat you until there's nothing left but crumbs!"
She shivered with excitement at his forthright statement. "Let's go back to your place," she whispered.
"Can't – room-mate." He paused. "Hey, what about yours?"
It was already eleven. Roberta had whispered as she left that they'd probably be at Maria's till morning, but Amy was afraid that her brother would make an exception and return to his own pad at midnight just to 'protect' his baby sister.
But Amy knew Roberta would do all she could to delay that. And in any event, Amy wanted Al to make good on his stated wish and fuck her again with that still raging cock.
"Alright," she whispered. "Back to my bro – my place. And the faster the better."
Al tapped the hansom driver on the back. "Get us to the Grand Army Plaza and a cab. You'll get an extra five bucks if we're there in less than ten minutes!"
Amy was pleasantly surprised to see that with a little encouragement their horse could move like a trotter.