"Judy," Mike repeated, this time, the fourth time, from the bathroom door.
"Hummmm?" she answered. She didn't break her rhythm as she ran the comb through her vibrant black curls. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. When she lifted her arms her full, firm breasts lifted until they were al most exposed at the open neck of the raincoat.
"How you doing, Sis?" Mike asked. "Why didn't you answer? I was afraid something had happened?"
"What could happen?" Judy retorted.
"What could happen! Jeez, Sis, we're up to our necks in a kidnapping, and you ask what could happen?" Mike exploded.
Judy surveyed her reflection with narcissistic pleasure, admiring the flawless complexion and the exciting exposed vee of flesh pointing down to her full breasts. She was aware that her brother was staring at her reflection over her shoulder and knew he was enjoying the view. She licked her lips, slowly and sensuously.
"What could happen?" she asked softly.
"Shit, Sis, damn near anything could happen!" Mike said tensely. "The cops could find you. That would really screw it all up."
Judy made a face. "Nice of you to worry about me," she taunted.
"I do worry about you," Mike insisted. "What's gotten into you, anyway?"
"If you worry about me, why did you hide me in that crummy apartment?"
Judy retorted, combing her hair again.
"You still mad about that?" Mike asked. "We didn't think about this place until day before yesterday. We moved you here the next day.
Remember?"
Judy put the comb down. "I remember," she answered. Turning around, she pushed past him, out of the confining room. "And where were you yesterday? How come you didn't come by after Harry left me here?"
Mike looked aggravated. "Come on, Judy, I couldn't. My gosh, if the cops catch us together or follow me and find you, the whole plot goes up in smoke. You should know that!"
Judy did know it. She wasn't really all that mad at Mike, but was enjoying making him sweat. She decided to make him jealous, too. "Yeah, and I had to put up with Harry and his roamin' hands and Russian fingers," she grumbled.
"Harry!" Mike exploded. "You didn't do anything with him, did you?"
Judy coyly kept her back turned. She folded her arms under her breasts and hunched her shoulders sensuously. "Of course I did," she purred sexily, knowing it would both infuriate her brother and get him turned on. Her little nipples were burning with excitement.
"You did not!" Mike contradicted sharply.
"Oh, yes, I did," she assured him in a throaty tone. "Ask him how he got his knees all skinned up. Damn garage floor is hard."
Mike whirled away from her and stomped around the room. "Why'd you do that! My gosh, Harry Anderson of all people! He's such a skinny runt!"
"What else was I supposed to do?" Judy retorted. "He hauled me halfway across town on the back of a motorcycle. I was stark naked under a dinky raincoat, with the wind blowing right up my crotch and the bike bumping and bouncing and shaking me. I had to hang onto him to keep from getting jounced off. My tits were bumping and jiggling against his back so my nipples were getting all rubbed up and hot. I was so excited by the time we got here I would have taken on Frankenstein."
"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster," Mike corrected automatically.
"Yeah, well, I would have taken on both of them if they'd been here,"
Judy snapped. Just thinking about that wild ride and the brutal screwing on the cold, greasy concrete floor made her feel all hot and excited again. "If you'd been here, I would have screwed you, too."
"Well, I'm here now," Mike pointed out, reaching for her.
Judy turned her back on him. "I'm not interested now," she announced coyly.
"Come on, Sis, please?" Mike asked, gripping her arms from behind. His grasp was hard and hot and strong through the raincoat.
"Well," she temporized, not wanting to discourage him too much, yet wanting him to work for it.
"I'll get you in the mood for it," Mike argued, running his hands up and down her arms. He drew her back against himself, pressing her curvaceous buttocks against him at his groin. He pushed against her so she could feel the growing lump of his cock.
For a second, Judy let her head rest back against his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his hard body against her. She wriggled her hips, squirmed her ass against his cock. Then she pulled away from him, slipping from his grasp just as he was about to slide his hands over her breasts.
"No!" she snapped.
Mike was flushed with frustration and anger. "Come on, Judy, don't be a pill!"
Judy stood in profile to him, very straight, a slight arch to her spine.
She still had her arms folded under her breasts, and the nipples on her heavy, lush mounds were almost exposed at the open neckline of the raincoat. There was a deep, dark, exciting cleavage between her full breasts. "Why should I?" she taunted, turning her body slowly back and forth, never taking her eyes off her brother.
"Because you want me as much as I want you. You said you loved me, remember?"
Judy tossed her head flirtatiously, making her hair flip saucily. "That was two days ago."
"Have things changed so much in two days?" Mike argued, his irritation increasing rapidly.
"Maybe," Judy answered, turning away from him. She paced the floor sensuously. She was steaming with excitement and desire. But she wanted to tease him, wanted to prove to herself how great his desire for her was. She wanted the game to last a long, long time, too. She wanted time to relish her incredible power over her older sibling. For years she had wanted him desperately. Now it was his turn to suffer.
"They have not!" Mike denied desperately, his hands clutching empty air as he watched her sensuous, swaying walk.
"Prove it," Judy challenged.
"Come here and I will," Mike said hungrily, his arms reaching for her.
Judy twisted away from him. "You'll have to catch me."
Mike made a grab for her, and missed. He was sweating with lust. His cock was hard and tight inside his pants, making it hard to pursue her.
"Come on, Sis, cut it out," he pleaded.
Judy waited on the far side of the couch from him. The tip of her tongue showed between her lips as she smiled at him mockingly. Standing with her back arched, her breasts thrust at him, she fingered the closure on the raincoat excitingly. "Come and get me," she laughed, feeling a button slip out of a buttonhole. She felt the rain coat spread open to expose more of the inner curves of her breasts. The coat was open almost to her navel now, the undersides of her youthfully firm mammaries looking shadowy and exciting. Folding her arms, she pressed her breasts together to deepen and accentuate the cleavage and expose her nipples.
Mike was sweating visibly. His brown eyes were glittering as they focused on his sister's deliberately provocative display. Suddenly he moved, leaping to the seat of the sofa, stepping up on it, then lunging at her. Just as he sailed over the back of the sofa Judy let out an excited yelp and darted away. His sweeping arms closed on empty air, his fingers just brushing her back. He charged after her as she went around the sofa, then twisted back to circle one of the easy chairs. She dashed into the kitchen and the swinging door banged his shoulder. He got it open just in time to see her slip out the opposite one and into the dining room. He charged through the kitchen and stumbled over a dining room chair she had put in his path, banging his shin pain fully.
"Ouch! Goddamnit, Judy, that wasn't funny," he swore, clutching his leg, balancing on one foot. He watched her carefully. The seat of the chair had caught him slightly below his knee and the blow wasn't nearly as painful as he was pretending it was.
Judy was on the far side of the dining room table. Suddenly she looked worried and contrite about the pain she had caused him. "I'm sorry," she apologized, heading around the table to help him. "Can I do anything?"
Mike waited until he thought she was close enough, then dropped the act, and dove for her. "Got you!" he growled.
"Eeeeaaaak," Judy yelped, barely avoiding him. His hand slapped her ass as she spun away. The smack made her buttock burn and sent a flash of excitement through her. She retreated quickly and put the table between them, then halted and back-pedaled as he came at her from the opposite direction.
They were at a standoff, the table between them. Judy faced him, her chest heaving with her panting. His face was flushed and his eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn't see the bulge of his cock in his pants-his erection must have faded during the chase, she decided. She nibbled on her lower lip with her white teeth, smiling tightly. She felt all hot with excitement. Deliberately, she unbuttoned the next button on the raincoat. Then, the next. She exposed more and more of her gorgeous sixteen-year-old body, from her neck to her waist, then the soft curve of her belly with its hint of baby fat. Then the jet black mass of her pubic vee came into view. The final button on the coat was below where the edge of the table cut off her brother's view of her. She popped it through the buttonhole. Her breasts were still concealed by the raincoat, but her sex was just visible above the table.
Mike leaned forward, his palms on the cool, polished surface, his fingers curved like claws. The reflection on the tabletop of her dark pubic hair formed the bottom half of a sexy hourglass. The rest of her reflected torso stretched across the polished wood, blurred and rippled by the texture of the table. Her flesh was a light stripe between the dark sides of the raincoat that still covered most of her body.
With her right hand, Judy reached across and eased the coat back off her left shoulder. She deliberately exposed one full breast for a split second before covering it with her forearm. She let the sleeve of the raincoat slide down and off her left arm. Then she carefully used that arm to shield her breasts as she freed her right arm from the coat. She twisted her hips away from the table slightly and lifted one bare thigh to conceal a portion of her sex from her brother.
Mike was about to explode. His sister was as gorgeous, more gorgeous, than any magazine centerfold he had ever seen. The way she hid her body from him, while she was completely naked, was more exciting than any deliberate total exposure could have been. His cock had regained its previous hardness and then some, and created an agonizing ache in his guts because of its confinement. He swallowed hard, sweeping his eyes up and down the graceful, sensuous, young curves of his sister's body, the smooth line of her back as she stood half sideways to him, the full swell of her ass, her raised thigh were it concealed her black bush.
With a sudden sweep of her arm, Judy flung the raincoat across the table at him. As it slapped into him like some entangling blanket, she sprinted out of the room, the provocative pale pink cheeks of her ass jumping and twitching as she ran.
"Goddamnit!" Mike swore, slapping his arms to get untangled from the coat. It dropped around his ankles, making him stumble awkwardly before he managed to kick free of it. His last view of his sister was of naked ass and legs as she turned and darted away through the house.
He burst into the living room and discovered her on the opposite side of the couch. She was making no attempt to conceal any of her body from him now. She stood with her hands on her hips. Her chest was heaving with excitement, her eyes glittering with desire. Her breasts jutted out proudly as she panted, the pert cones of her nipples looking like the fuse mechanism on the points of bombs.
"Wait!" she ordered as he was about to charge at her. "How're you going to make love to me fully dressed like that?"
"Shit!" Mike exploded. "I'll worry about that when I catch you." He made another move to ward her. She dodged, and managed to keep the couch between them.
"How are you going to hang onto me while you get undressed?" she asked sweetly.
Mike glared at her, furious. She obviously meant what she said. She was right, too. How could he keep hold of her while he tried to get out of his clothes? Without taking his eyes off her, he began stripping.
Judy caught her breath and studied her brother hungrily as he undressed.
The sight of his strong chest made her own tighten with a delicious excitement. She could hardly wait to get her hands on him. She remembered the feel of her brother's hard, strong body against hers.
Now he unbuckling his belt, unfastening his pants. His underpants were strained by the powerful thrust of his erect cock. A few wisps of pubic hair showed above the top of his underpants and at the leg openings.
Mike pushed his pants down his thighs, then paused, still not taking his eyes off her.
"Don't worry, I won't go anywhere until you're ready," she assured him.
Quickly, but gracefully, he managed to get his legs out of his pants.
Then he reached for his underpants and hauled them down, feeling cold, exciting air strike at his sensitive, thrusting cock and loaded balls.
His cock was so hard and swollen it felt like it was liable to explode.
He felt its weight tugging as it bobbed and swayed like a monster, blunt-tipped lance. He didn't take his eyes off his sister's glorious nude figure, all sleek naked skin and exciting dark hair, lush warm curves and shadowed hollows. He could even see the bumpy texture of her excited areolae and the tiny dimples right on the peaks of her nipples.
Her skin was pebbled with goose bumps.
Balancing awkwardly on one leg, Mike lifted the other and freed the foot from his under pants. Then, with no warning, he placed his freed foot on the back of the sofa and leaped at her, letting his underpants drop around his other leg.
Judy was caught entirely off guard by her brother's move. For a split second she was frozen with shock as her brother's naked body hurled over the back of the couch at her. Then she twisted away from his sweeping arms. One of his hands clutched at the sleek smoothness of her back, the other clamped down on one breast. Evidently startled by the softness in his hand and afraid of hurting her, Mike's grip on her breast relaxed.
Judy tore free of him, and felt his hand sweep down her back. Her breast heaved and shuddered from its narrow escape and a fireball swept out through her body from the brutal stimulation of the nerve-filled tit.
Her breasts jiggling and bouncing on her chest, Judy darted away from her brother, dashing down the hall. She could hear his footsteps pounding along right behind her, could almost feel the heat of his nude body against hers he was so close. Something brushed her back, clawed at one full buttock as he clutched at her futilely.
Judy grabbed the bedroom door frame and used it as a pivot to swing her flying body through the door. The move threw her off balance and she spun wildly across the room, staggering back wards and bumped up against the bed with the backs of her legs. Just as she sprawled backwards on the bed and bounced on the mattress, Mike appeared in the doorway, having overrun it.
Lying on her back, her legs spread, her feet trailing to the floor off the foot of the bed, Judy lifted her head and looked at him. Her chest heaved with her panting. Her nipples were swollen and aching with excitement, and the one Mike's hand had battered was still burning from his touch. She felt her excitement as a burning chill of drying juices in the heart of her pussy. She swept her hot gaze over her brother's naked body, over his nearly hairless torso to his powerful thrusting cock standing out from his tangle of pubic hair. The shining white column with its gleaming pink head was pointed straight at her, and was quivering with excitement.
Mike's teeth were bared with anticipated plea sure as he stood blocking the doorway, his hands braced at either side on the jamb. Judy was spread on the bed, her head raised, looking down the length of her pale, exciting, curvy body at him. Her breasts were only slightly flattened from their weight, displaying their youthful firmness by the way they retained their shape against the gravity that was trying to mash them flat on her heaving chest. Her nipples were silhouetted, sharp, hard, excited peaks. Her stomach arched and shuddered with excitement. And up between her sleek, smooth, exciting thighs was the thick tangle of her pubic hair. Right in the heart of the black mass was a brilliant gleam of red flesh, a vertical slit of a target for the heavy lance at Mike's groin.
Mike stepped slowly into the room, never taking his eyes off his sister as she lay sprawled nude on the bed. He reached blindly for the door with one hand and pushed it shut behind him. Then he backed up and fumbled with the lock. Unable to puzzle it out by touch, he decided to leave it, and depend on his position between Judy and the door to keep her from making a break for it. He advanced on her cautiously, determined not to let her get away this time.
Judy no longer had any intention of trying to escape. She was burning up with incestuous desire for her brother. She was through running and was now waiting for him. She could feel her vagina oozing with desire for a hot shaft of meat to fill it. She slid her hands up her body and cupped and massaged the hills of her breasts.
She watched her brother advancing on her. His beautiful erect prick led the way, waving and shifting with every step. A gleaming clear drop broke free from the pink cap and trailed viscously downward, only to swing pendulously back on a shining thread and stick to one of Mike's muscular legs. His balls were drawn up tight at the base of his prick.
The drip of lubricant stung Mike's leg with its chill. He could feel the tug of his cock's weight as he walked slowly toward Judy. His stomach muscles were knotted with anticipation. At the base of his prick was a burning itch of readiness. The tantalizing pursuit of his sister had built his lust to fever pitch. Now he was straining his self-control by deliberately restraining himself from slamming down on her and pounding his cock up into her. She was the most exquisitely sexy female he had ever seen. Not yet seventeen she was hotter than any mature woman could be. The fact that she was his sister meant only one thing to him-that he had stupidly failed to take advantage of what she had offered years ago. He had had her before, and he was going to have her again, and again, and again. His throat knotted with need for her. When the fake kidnapping had paid off the two of them would disappear together to some faraway place where no one knew they were brother and sister. Their last name was the same-why wouldn't people assume they were husband and wife?
"Oh, Michael," Judy sighed softly, looking up at him, seeing the passion blazing through his veins. "Oh, Michael, love me."
Mike stood at the foot of the bed, his stiff cock stabbing out over the mattress, between her spread thighs, pointing like an arrow at the dark bushy heart of her exposed crotch. Leaning over, he put his hands on her waist, pressing his thumbs into her soft belly. He pressed the satin sleekness of her skin, testing the yielding flesh of her body. Slowly, he let his hands slide up her torso toward the exciting thrusting mounds of her breasts. She gripped his wrists and guided his hands directly to her lush boobs. Then she pulled his hands down hard on her breasts and he felt her cushiony mounds crushing against her ribs, felt the hard knots of her nipples digging into his palms. He felt her closing her thighs to grip his as he hovered at a precarious angle over the bed, his feet still on the floor, his weight mostly supported by his hands on her breasts.
Judy's face was twisted with lust, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed. Her black hair fanned out on the bed as her head rolled with passion. She licked her lips as she twisted with desire. She was still holding his wrists, very gently, almost absentmindedly.
The pain of her breasts being mashed into her ribs was a burning ache that made her whole body hurt with sexual need. She was pinned to the bed, driven into the mattress by her brother pressing her cushiony mounds flat. Her nipples were hard points of pain as they struggled to remain hard and erect under his crushing palms. Releasing his wrists, she reached blindly for the cock she knew was hanging, dangling over her crotch. She felt a stinging wetness high on one thigh.
As if radar guided, her hands found the dangling pole of her brother's cock and her fingers curled around it. It was hot, hard, and ready. A strand of his fluids lashed an icy trail on the back of one of her hands. She smeared the curving head, making it wet and sticky and slippery. Gently, she tugged on the hard tower of prick, urging it, pulling it down toward her pussy.
Mike's arms were getting shaky with exhaustion and lust. Bending his elbows, he lowered himself slowly down on his sister, still keeping his hands on her breasts. He felt the head of his cock brush her wiry pubic hair, a burning scratching on his sensitive, nerve-loaded glans. Then there was hot, wet flesh embracing the point of his prick. The slimy, wet folds of her pussy felt scalding hot on his penis as his sister steered it into the slit. He felt the end of his cock pop into her vaginal opening and lowered himself on her warm, smooth naked body, settling comfortably between her thighs.
Judy hauled her hands out from between them, confident now that his cock was firmly nestled in her vagina. She gripped his muscular buttocks and pulled, urging his powerful, stuffing prick into her gripping tunnel.
Her breasts burned from the friction of him freeing his trapped hands from between their chests. She writhed in order to feel the pillowy cushions of her breasts squirm between their rib cages. Then her pussy was being filled with Mike's phallus and all other sensations paled. She felt the walls of her vagina being slowly pried open by the sturdy ravening bulk of his prick.
"Oh, Mike, that feels soo gooood," she sighed when he was completely socketed in her.
"Like we were made for each other," Mike agreed.
Judy shifted so she could see his face. "We were made for each other, weren't we?"
Mike nodded. "Sure seems that way," he acknowledged.
"When this is all over, we'll go off together, just the two of us?" she asked fearfully.
Mike drew his cock out, feeling her velvety walls gripping it. Then he shoved back into her, luxuriating in the eager way her vagina seemed to suck his prick in. She was tight and stimulating and young and eager.
"We'll go away together," he promised her.
"And Cynthia and Paul and Harry?" she asked.
Mike shrugged. "They'll get their share of the money. What they do after that is their problem. Of course, Cynthia doesn't need the dough anyway."
"Why'd she help us then?" Judy asked, stroking her brother's bare back and tightening her vagina around his prick.
"Because she loves me, I guess," Mike answered. "And for kicks, too.
She'll do damn near anything for kicks."
"Is she still uptight about us?" Judy asked. "About you and me?"
"Naw," Mike snorted confidently. "We cooled her down just fine the other day. Now shut up and let me fuck you."
"Oooooooohhhh, yes," Judy hissed as he pistoned his monster cock in her gooey vagina. Her clitoris was rolled between them as he moved his hips.
Mike's cock felt like it was aflame. The friction between his erection and the clinging walls of his sister's tight vagina was like being swallowed in a hot, clinging, steamy hole. He pistoned into her slowly and deeply, feeling the rippled texture of her tunnel sliding along his prick. Every move was accompanied by a wet, sticky sucking sound.
Judy loved the feel of Mike's prick in her vagina, the feel of that huge, heavy cylinder filling her opening. She was consumed by fire every time her clitoris was twisted and ground between them. And the feel of her brother's hot body on hers, his bare skin against her, made her feel incredibly, totally alive. Her hips began to roll and twist with a mind of their own. She could feel pubic hair scrubbing her tender skin. This incestuous act was better than any casual linking with any of the boys she had had in the past. She was aware of sensations she had never really noticed before, the frictions of cock in vagina, body against body, flesh against flesh.
"Oh, Mike, I'm going to cum," she whispered, sinking her fingers in the muscular masses of his ass. "I'm-going-to-ccuummmm," she repeated her body knotting as the orgasm roared through her, a breaking wave of pleasure that tumbled her before it.
Mike froze with his prick sunk deep into his sister's vagina and waited, while her body knotted under him. He felt her vagina pulsing around his prick as her climax swept through her. When she relaxed, he began to move again, pistoning his cock in her soggy opening.
"Mike!" she exclaimed. "You didn't cum?"
Mike was panting, moving harder and faster now. He could feel his balls swinging with every stroke of his prick in her guts. "No-but I'm-going to-in a minute!"
"OOooooohhhh, God, fuck me, Mike fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me," she urged, her hips rocking and pounding. She was being lifted higher and higher and higher. Having just cum, she knew she was going to go even higher on this wave of pleasure. Her face was beaded with sweat, her lips shining wet and flecked with spittle from the intensity of her lust. She tossed her head, her brunette curls thrashing as her body churned under her brother's.
Mike was aware only of the walls of her vagina whipping past his prick and the building knot of fire in his belly. He was drawing closer and closer and closer to the searing, pulsating, pumping pleasure of an ejaculation. Tangling his legs with hers, he rammed at her harder and harder, his toes curling and cramping as his cumming drew closer and closer. He was past the point of no return now-he couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he had wanted to.
He began to cum. Driving his prick into his sister, he rammed at her, trying to spear his erect, spurting cock completely through her thrashing, eager body. His knees bent, his legs tangled with hers, his straining muscles held her welded against him as gout after searing gout of semen blistered the length of his prick and sprayed deep into her.
His toes were knotted pain fully, the muscles in the calves of his legs convulsed as they, too, added their efforts to the slamming shots of cum.
Judy felt as if her legs were being torn out of her by the way Mike was wrenching them. Her own muscles fought back as she tried to heave her pelvis up through his, tried to take his entire body in through the small opening of her vagina. She was cumming for a second time, a long, screaming orgasm of fiery pleasure that poured through her entire body like lava.
For a long time sister and brother clung to each other in a joint straining knot. A pearly wave of excess semen flooded from Judy's vagina and poured down the cheeks of her ass to puddle on the bed. Then, together, she and Mike both relaxed in a boneless, tangled heap, Mike still between her thighs, his exhausted cock still in her twitching pussy.
"Oh, Michael," Judy sighed contentedly, clinging to him as he rolled off her. By keeping her legs entangled with his, she managed to keep what was left of his prick lodged in the hot sheath of her vagina. "Why did we wait so long?"
"Damned if I know," he admitted. "You liked that?"
"It was the best ever," she answered, stroking his bare, moist skin tenderly. "And we'll be able to do it forever and ever, now."
"If we manage to pull this off," he said pessimistically.
"We will pull it off, won't we?" she asked tensely.
"I sure hope so," Mike replied, running his fingers the length of her spine. "If we don't we're really in the soup."
Judy shivered. "What would they do to us?"
Mike shrugged, then pulled away enough to slip his withered penis out of her. "I think it's called extortion. We could be sent to jail."
Judy gulped. "What about-what we just did?" she asked.
"Incest? I dunno. I suppose they put you in the nuthouse for it.
Something, anyway. I don't know."
"The nuthouse? Why? What's crazy about making love?" Judy asked.
"It's not making love that's crazy," Mike told her huffily. "It's who you do it with, stupid. You aren't supposed to make love to your sister-or your mother or your father. People like that."
"Why not?" Judy insisted, not at all put off by his comment on her intelligence.
"How the hell should I know! Good grief, you sure ask some dumb questions," he snorted, rolling away from her. He folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Sure hope the Old Bastard pays up quickly. The cops are going to get wise to us soon."
"Why should they?" Judy asked, stroking his almost hairless chest.
"'Cause they're a suspicious bunch, that's why."
"Who told the cops?" she asked.
"I don't know. Mom's not telling me much. Every time the Old Bastard and Mom start to argue about it I get sent off someplace," Mike grumbled.
"So you don't really know whether they told the cops or not," Judy commented nervously. "You were supposed to be able to keep track of what the cops and everyone was up to."
"I know it," Mike growled. He pounded the bed in frustration. "I don't know what's going on, and that bothers me. They could have the FBI in on it by now."
"The FBI!" Judy squeaked.
"Kidnapping for ransom is a federal crime. You knew that." Mike snapped, irritably. "Don't you remember talking about the kidnapping?"
"Oh, yeah," Judy answered meekly.
"So, we've got to be really careful. Really, really careful," Mike mused.
Judy was silent. She was suddenly worried. She had known what they were doing was wrong, but it hadn't seemed all that bad. All they were trying to do was get some money out of their stepfather. Now, for all she knew, the FBI was after them. The worst thing about it was that if it failed, she and Mike would be separated. If they were jailed, there would be no way in the world for them to get together, even just to talk. And if someone found out what she and Mike had been doing they would both be committed to an asylum full of crazy people! It wasn't crazy to love your brother, not when he was as great as Mike was!
The door to the bedroom was suddenly flung open. Mike and Judy both lurched up to a sitting position.