And then came the great drought.
For the next two days, Amy was obliged to go completely without sex. She didn't even have the chance to whack off properly. For one thing, she never had enough time alone or even solely in Roberta's company. Les was always near. For another, her brother gave her a tour of New York City that left her tired and dragged out by the end of each day. She knew she'd have plenty to talk about – including some things her brother didn't know – when she returned to Belleville… if she lived that long.
What made it worse was the certain knowledge that in the room next to hers, her brother was fucking the ass off Roberta, licking the brunette's tits and sucking her cunt and plunging his big, beautiful cock into that dark-furred cunt with machine-like regularity.
And then came Tuesday.
"Got news for you, Sis," Les announced, returning to the breakfast table.
"Oh?"
"That was a telegram from the folks."
"On the phone? Don't they deliver those?"
Les laughed. "Nothing is that lovely movie way. No, they phone it to you now."
"What's the news?"
"They're extending their vacation another two weeks."
Roberta snickered. "Bet they didn't know they still had it in them."
Amy tried to laugh, but found it hard. Even Mom was getting her share! I want mine! she screamed inwardly.
"Then I guess I'd better start making arrangements to stay with Dort," Amy said hopefully. Joey had potential – and once she'd taught Dort's brother what she'd learned in the city…
"Are you kidding?" Les demanded, offended. "You'll stay right here with me! You'll know your way around this town like a native in no time at all, so when I go back to work next week, you'll have more freedom to see and do things here than you ever had back home. Believe me, Amy, you're lucky."
While Les showered, Amy cornered Roberta.
"Gee, Amy, I guess you'll be staying on…"
"Roberta."
Roberta smiled. "I know," she sighed. "I think the time has come to put things into full swing for the master plan."
"What's been holding things up so far?"
"Your brother is more receptive to fantasizing fucking you than I'd thought. I'd figured that by now he'd be so hot for you that his straightlaces would be choking him and he'd be making excuses to stay away from you."
"But…?"
"But he's talking about his own fantasies for you, now."
Amy was silent. She wasn't sure she could tell Roberta about her own growing lust for Les and his cock.
"Well, at least tonight you can fly," Roberta consoled. "The Pit meets."
"Roberta, don't go."
"What?"
"How's my brother's tolerance for booze? Any better?"
"What tolerance?"
"Good. Tonight, Roberta, tease him, freeze him, and get him drunk."
"Why?"
"So I can take advantage of him."
Roberta feigned horror. "But when he wakes up…"
"One of two things. Either he'll relax the strings as long as he can get his fill or he'll send me packing." She quickly explained about Dort and Joey.
"Hmmmmm…"
"I'd appreciate it, Roberta," Amy wheedled. Amy was an expert wheedler. She didn't suspect that though Roberta was mostly immune, Amy's own plan coincided with Roberta's up to a point, but Roberta's went farther.
"Well, I'm not sure…" Roberta hedged.
Amy reached out and gently caressed Roberta's breast. "Oh, come on – you know I saw that tape with you and Les and the other girl. Maybe things will work out for all of us."
"I just don't know…"
"What've we got to lose? The worst that can happen is he'll be outraged and send me home."
"You can plead innocence."
Roberta finally gave in and agreed.
She wasn't worried about Les' postcoital reaction.
She was already prepared to deal with that.
Roberta had no intention of losing her own share of Amy's sweet young pussy!
Roberta talked Les into passing up the swingers' club. She pointed out that the Central Park symphony orchestra – a free event – was that night. Amy found, to her own surprise, that she actually enjoyed the music. She might have enjoyed it more if she hadn't been enjoying the masterful way in which Roberta persuaded Les to keep sipping the wine they'd brought… long after their cheese and bread ran out.
By the time they got home, Les was high and ascending.
"C'mon, let's hit the hay like we farmers say," he said to Roberta, squeezing her ass and leering at her in the living room of the apartment.
"You're drunk," Roberta accused.
"How'd you guess?"
Roberta gave Amy an exasperated look. "He always talks in rhymes when he's drunk." She turned to Les. "Not till you stop rhyming," she said.
"Roberta, has Les learned to dance yet?" Amy asked brightly.
Les cut in, mimicking what was obviously Roberta's usual answer: "Got two left feet and I can't keep a beat."
"Oh, cripes," Roberta moaned. "He's flying."
"Let's teach him," Amy said cheerfully.
"Maybe it'll sober him up," Roberta agreed.
Maybe it would have, too – if Roberta hadn't kept feeding him wine. At some point in the evening, Amy appeared in a nightie with panties and little else. Les wasn't able to decide if he should be outraged, or if he should just leer.
Amy thoroughly enjoyed her effect on him. Despite the wine, there was an unyielding bulge in his pants, and she did all she could to encourage it, giving Les ever longer flashes of bare tit and silhouetting herself for his benefit by standing in the translucent lights. His eyes bulged, too.
As the hour grew later, the music grew more sensuous. Amy milked it for all she could, brushing against Les and caressing him with her deft movements. Time and again, dancing nearer and nearer to him, she let the luscious mounds of her tits wobble against him through her top.
The first time, he started to pull away, but Amy and Roberta embarrassed him into holding his position.
"It's part of the dance!" they protested. "She won't hurt you!" Roberta added.
"I'm just your little sister," Amy whispered.
The comment had its effect. By degrees, the wine washed away inhibitions until he was unable to hold back the rush of his arousal and desire for her. Soon, Les was blatantly staring – and enjoying.
And then came another piece of music, one for which the latest dance fad – the Grind (successor to the Bump) – was admirably suited.
Roberta led into it, pulling in close to Les. Each placed hands on the other's shoulders and they gradually sashayed in close to each other, until they were grinding their bodies together, with emphasis on all the good parts.
Amy positioned herself between the couple and the floor lamp, knowing that she was giving Les an all but unobstructed view of her entire body through her nightie. Roberta's back was towards the nymphette. Les' eyes were closed, his mouth hanging partly opened, jaw slack, as he savored the slow, languorous, undeniably sexual rhythms that the music carried… as communicated to him through the medium of Roberta's sleek form.
But then his eyes opened, and he was looking at Amy. His gaze traveled over her quickly, almost ashamedly – and then again, but more slowly, without any attempt at concealment.
And then he ogled her openly. Amy could see his fingers twitching nervously on Roberta's ripe ass.
Roberta began to slip out of his arms, whispering to him that he should try it with Amy.
Les' eyes momentarily widened, and then he said, "Who could have the will to resist a chance to dance with my little Sis?"
Roberta was shaking her head as Amy took her place.
This is it! she thought excitedly.
The two shuffled slowly in closer to one another until Amy's precociously developed tits were being flattened against her brother's body. He was so much taller than she that her tits were crushed against his upper abdomen and stomach.
And they "danced". It wasn't quite vertical dry humping, and there was music to which Amy, at least, kept a beat, but it was by no means the usual social dance.
Amy was getting turned on. Her brother's hands, stiffly still on her shoulder blades where they'd made first contact, were beginning to move. His fingers followed invisible little circles.
His groin was moving insistently against her. There was disparity in their heights, but his loins reached just beneath her creamy, swollen tits. The long, hard, throbbing bulge of his prick reached all the way down to the vicinity of her cunt mound. Amy could feel his cock pulsing and jerking within the confines of his clothes. She artfully moved to massage its length with her belly and abdomen.
She nuzzled her face against his chest, using her chin to work open a button, then another. Amy pressed her lips softly against his chest, then nuzzled the bare flesh again. She could feel his cock jerk and swell still more within his pants. She shifted. Now she was blatantly rubbing her lightly furred pussy against his thigh. Only a few scanty layers of cloth separated them. Her clit was being massaged and rubbed, and she felt the dampness soaking her panty crotch.
Amy sighed softly and let her head loll back on her neck. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn't really surprised when Les bent and pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed the kiss, let her lips part. Just the tip of her tongue flickered out to touch his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, probing and exploring for a moment – before jerking back.
His arms opened and he stumbled away from her. Without looking at either Amy or Roberta, he lifted the wine bottle and drank deeply from it. Then he put it back on the table with a bang.
"Already had too much to drink. My head is spinning, and I can't think," he mumbled – still rhyming – and staggered off towards his bedroom.
Amy was disappointed – and frustrated. Why had he stopped just when everything was going so well?
But then Roberta caught her eye. The brunette was smiling. Amy hurried across to her, nipples aching from the friction against the sheer nightie.
"Everything is going alright," Roberta whispered urgently. "I know what I'm doing. Just do what I say, okay?"
Amy nodded and followed the older female into the bedroom.
Les was sprawled face down on the bed, clothes intact.
"Here, we'll help you get ready to sleep," Roberta said loudly, distinctly, moving to pull off Les' boots. She motioned and Amy went to work on the other foot.
When they had him half-stripped – he was wearing only his fashion design briefs and a T-shirt – the two women rolled him onto his back. Amy's eyes opened wider. The head of her brother's stiff, long prick and part of the shaft was protruding through the leg opening of his briefs.
"T-shirt," Roberta said softly, kneeling on the bed beside him. She nodded. Amy came up on the other side as Les rolled onto his back. The two of them took the hem of the T-shirt and begin moving it upward. As they pulled it off his arms came to rest on their shoulders.
Roberta inclined her head towards his groin and then bent to lick his nipples. Amy took the cue and began nibbling and kissing her way down her brother's long, powerfully muscled form, her fingers catching in the elastic of the briefs and rolling them down his thighs. Freed, his cock sprang up and hit her alongside her face, a blow she welcomed.
For the first time, Amy realized the full size of his prick. She twisted her head to one side and began kissing the base of it where it swelled up from his thick mat of pubic hair. Les cooperated with the disrobing process only in raising his knees so he wouldn't have to interrupt for even a moment the lip massage on his cock.
She felt her brother's hand trail lightly down her back, to rest on her pert, round upthrust ass. His fingers tested the resiliency of the saucy mound, and then began moving down her thighs.
Amy began working her way up his cock.
It was so thick! As she approached the cocktip, she began to doubt her ability to ingest it orally, let alone in her tight little cunt.
But she was determined to do her damnedest!
As she reached down to cup his big balls with one hand, Amy felt the bed shift. She heard a soft rustling, and then the bed again sagged, she guessed correctly that Roberta had stripped. The three of us! she thought eagerly, and then all thought fled as her brother slipped one long, thick finger underneath her well-soaked panties and began running the tip lightly over the swollen, sensitive lips of her downy cunt.
Amy groaned with pleasure and redoubled her mouth work on his dick, pressing herself down low so that her tits were pressing against his thighs. Her nipples were like spikes against the taut flesh of his abdomen. She felt hands at her panties, pulling them down. She willingly moved to help even as she gripped her brother's cockshaft in two fingers and raised her head to tongue whip the velvety flesh of the immense cockhead.
Nude, except for the nighty top, Amy bent his cock back and began stuffing it into her mouth. She stretched her jaws wider and wider, all the while furiously lubricating the purpling flesh with her vixen tongue. Finally, his cock moved inside. She sucked, swirling her mouth muscle around the heavy cocktip, and enjoyed every answering swell of blood through it. His hips began to buck as she felt fingers on her thighs, parting her legs to each side of his waist. A hand was moving closer to her cunt. Amy arched up and back to receive whatever attentions the hand might intend on her. But then Amy was forced to one side as Roberta took up position sitting on Les' face, back to Amy.
The sweet smell of sexual secretions filled the air as Amy rotated herself slightly to maintain her oral grip on her brother's cock. Her mouth remained fastened over the bulbous cockhead as her hands slid up and down the heavy, veined cockshaft. She could hear Roberta groaning as Les did his work on the brunette's cunt.
Amy felt a large, thick fingered hand slide up her leg on the inside. Her brother flicked his thumb back and forth over her nearly hairless cunt. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and strained all the harder at the rigid prick.
But then Les was shifting, impatiently rolling over on the rippling surface of the water bed. Amy fell to one side and looked up. Les was roughly pushing Roberta onto her back, spreading the older female's legs and lowering himself over her. Determined not to be left out of the action, Amy quickly positioned herself between both sets of legs and took to the task of guiding and directing her brother's prick into place against Roberta's hairy cunt.
Amy watched from close-up range as the huge cocktip pushed against the surprisingly narrow opening. Using his knees, Les forced Roberta's thighs still wider and lunged forward again. The cockhead popped into Roberta's cunt, and Amy saw that the penetration invoked tension ripples through Roberta's legs. But Les wasn't hesitating. His firm, hairy ass moved. Inch by thick inch, he forced his rock-hard prick into the brunette's cunt.
Amy reached out with her tongue and began licking the backside of her brother's big balls. She could hear his groans of pleasure as her mouth work had its effect. She felt a renewed surge of moisture through her too-long unpenetrated cunt. With the lithe ease of her few years, she twisted herself over and lay on her back between the two pairs of legs. Reaching up with her head she sucked each of Les' oversized balls into her mouth and treated it to a hot spit swirl bath.
But within moments Amy was forced to relinquish the fun of sucking her brother's balls. He'd buried the full length of his spar-like prick into Roberta's hungry cunt and was starting to fuck in and out of it. Seconds passed and already he was working over the brunette as if there were no friction at all to overcome in the fucking.
But Amy knew better. She could see his cockshaft bend as he forced it into Roberta's pussy. It stretched out again as he withdrew. She could almost imagine what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such a reaming cock. Amy couldn't keep her hands off her own young cunt.
Roberta came loudly and explosively, asscheeks drumming on the waterbed surface as she struggled to meet each down-thrust of the pile-driving prick. Amy groaned with her own need for the same pleasures, wishing that…
Even as she wished it, Les yanked his prick out of Roberta's cunt and positioned himself over his little sister's writhing form. Amy ripped the nighty from herself and caught the head of his cock in her mouth again. She tasted Roberta's pussy juices on it and that excited her still more. Amy bobbed her head back and forth a few times, using the pleasures of her sucking to lock Les in place for a few moments. This gave her the chance to lift and cup her oversized tits upward and press Les' big balls with them.
Finally she freed his achingly hard prick. Les scrambled lower. But instead of laying between her legs, Les lifted them till her calves were against his broad shoulders and her ass was barely on the mattress. She hoped he'd hurry!
But he didn't. Instead, he reached down to take his prick in his hands and began rubbing the huge cockhead up and down along the compressed vertical slit of Amy's tightly pressed cunt lips. Again and again, she thought he was going to push it into her – only to feel the velvety flesh of the cocktip rub against her stiffly erected clitoral nodule instead.
Soon Amy was gasping and jerking her slender hips up at him, trying to capture the prize of his cock in her cunt lips. But Les was having none of that. Wine or no wine, when it came to fucking, Les was the boss.
Finally, though, he made the move. Using the thumb and forefinger of one hand to spread her tight cuntlips, Les put his prickhead against the opening. He pushed forward. His cockshaft bent under the pressure, and then straightened abruptly as his cock slipped off the mark.
Amy groaned with frustration, and Les growled. He tried again with the same results.
The third try was the charm. The head of his prick pushed apart the narrow cunt. Amy thought her pussy was going to split. It was starting to hurt. But she welcomed the pain in a way, concentrating on the pleasure aspect of the penetration. The realization of her fantasies was here at last, and the thorough fucking she'd been craving for so damn long was seconds away.
But as more and more of the wide cock pushed into her, the pain grew worse. Amy bit her lower lip, but she failed to stifle her sob. Despite the lubrication of Roberta's cunt juices on the prick, despite her own more than abundant wetness, she was simply too small, too tight, too young for such an enormous prick.
Les didn't seem to think so. His hands locked onto his sister's hips and he heaved.
Amy screamed as the entire cockhead drove up into her body. She was sure she'd been ruptured. Les held still for a few long breaths, fighting to maintain his self control. He'd never known anything like the tightness of his sister's cunt stretched around his prick.
Amy tried to relax her nervously tightened cunt muscles. Whether it was her relaxation or simply the natural elasticity of her young pussy itself, after a few seconds the pain began to subside – and in its place came a craving for more penetration, more stretching, more probing and reaming… more…
"More," Amy wheezed, hips beginning to revolve around the slowly entering pole of her brother's prick. "Give it all to me, Big Brother, every lovely fucking inch of it!"
Les grit his teeth and pushed all the harder, eager to feel his "little" sister's teenybopper cunt coating the full length of his prick – or as much of his prick as would enter her young frame. He revolved his hips from side to side, pausing to allow the narrow walls of her cunt to accommodate themselves to what was by far the largest invader ever to breach the gates of her cunt.
Amy was torn between the agony and the pleasure of the stretching. She was also aware that what she was doing was in violation of every basic taboo she'd ever had drummed into her.
The tip of Les' prick hit the back of her cunt. Amy winced and involuntarily jerked away. She managed to get one hand down to the region of violation and found that all but an inch or so of his mammoth prick was inside her…
"All of it!" she hissed at him. "ALL of it!"
Les growled and fucked forward. Amy's mouth opened as she felt his prick pushing against her cervix and driving her pussy slightly out of place.
For a moment, she felt fear along with the discomfort.
Then she felt the base of his prick press against her cunt lips. His thick, wiry pubic hair was chafing directly on the exposed nubbin of her erect clitoris. The full length of his cock throbbed and pulsed within the stricture of her fuck tube.
It started to feel good. It got better.
"Oh, yessss…" she breathed. "Now fuck me, Brother, fuck me harder than I've ever been…"
Her words were cut short because Les was already swinging into action. The trail was blazed, the path marked, and he knew she could take every inch of his prick. Les began fucking his fat, hard prick in and out of his sister's fiery hole as if it were his last chance ever at a genuine cunt.
Amy was knocked breathless by the speed and force of the fucking. She couldn't gather the breath to speak, let alone scream out the pleasure she was feeling. She was completely helpless before him, and as his big cock battered her senses into a jumbled tangle, Amy felt her strength and will leaving her lithe young body. She was going limp. She lay there like a rag doll and simply received again and again and again, all her brother had to give her as fast as he could fuck it into her.
She came, the waves rocking through her and leaving her numb. Her long legs slipped off Les' broad shoulders but it didn't slow him up at all. Instead, he merely changed the angle of his fucking. Now he was driving into her cunt from above. That brought the broad back of his thick cock into direct contact with her clitty button. The friction quickly drove her into another orgasm – and then another – and then the orgasms were welling up together inside her, all rolling into one enormous explosion that simply refused to stop.
Distantly, through the haze of pleasure and sensation, Amy was aware that his prick was swelling and hardening still more inside her. She knew he'd come soon, and while she hated to have it end, she knew there could be more fucking now, as much more as she might possibly wish. She felt lips against her forehead and then against her own, lips she knew – Roberta's. The brunette was gradually moving up over Amy's mouth. Amy stretched out her tongue and licked at the swollen lips of Roberta's cunt, feeling the answering surge of heat and moisture pour down in response.
Les gripped Amy's lean thighs, pulling them tightly against him. He was into the short strokes, fucking his prick into her furiously, desperately, powerfully. Amy felt another orgasmic wave rolling down onto her from out of the ether. She knew that this was the big one, the big O, the one she'd sought for so long. She felt her body chilling, goosebumps covering her flesh, her nipples repeatedly hardening and flattening again. She felt the familiar, intense buzzing begin down between her legs. It spread into a tingle that centered around her cunt and asshole. She felt the halves of her firm little ass clenching together, the inner swells rubbing against each other. Her legs were shaking.
Above her, Roberta groaned and then ground her pussy down into Amy's mouth. Amy's lips fastened over the brunette's large clitoris, trapping it. She sucked it and whipped at it with the tip of her tongue, feeling the older woman's orgasm transmit itself down to her own gorgeous little body.
And then it hit her. Amy convulsed, went rigid, tense as glass. Her cunt locked on Les' prick with a tightness that almost frightened him. He was too caught up in the last instants to feel fear. His hot load had already begun its journey up through the long tube connecting his balls to the tiny slit in the head of his meaty prick. He sighed like a dying man, hunched forward, and then he poured his cream into her.
Amy could feel the swellings of his fuck tool as the stuff rolled into her. She imagined she could feel it inundating her insides, filling her, splattering against her organs, drenching her tight, taut cunt with male juice. She arched up like a human bridge, shaking and shivering, and then collapsed back onto the bed with a loud groan of exhaled breath.
Within her, Les' prick was shrinking – slightly. He fell back and away from her. His cock, still long and fat and now limber as well, dragged out from between the slick lips of her cunt. It came free with an audible pop! and then the pent-up juices – her own and those she'd received – began dribbling out. Amy sighed as she tumbled into unconsciousness and the wondrous elasticity of her youth asserted itself and her cunt lips clamped tightly shut again, trapping the remainder of the juices inside…