Judy paced. She wandered. Through the empty house, from the bedroom, down the hall, into the living room, through the kitchen, into the dining room, back into the living room. The television was on, the sound at a barely audible mumble. Tensely, Judy flipped from one channel to the next, then gave the knob a vicious twist of aggravation.
Folding her arms under her breasts, she resumed pacing. Today they were supposed to get the ransom money. And, out of the entire group, she was the only one who had nothing to do but wait. Cynthia, Paul and Harry all had their assignments, from watching Judy's parents to picking up the money. Even Mike had something to do, though his assignment was rather passive. He had to behave as if nothing special was happening. He had to go through the day as if he had no connection with the kidnapping.
Judy had nothing to do but wait. So, she paced. And worried. She gnawed anxiously on her lower lip. There should be no problems at all. The last ransom demand, the one that had contained the instructions, had included a gory threat in order to prevent any possible trouble. Judy's mother was to make the drop, she was to make the drop alone, she wasn't to be followed. If anything went wrong, Judy was going to be killed, slowly and painfully… according to the tape.
Judy wondered what they could do if the ransom wasn't paid. She certainly wasn't going to be killed. She would have to crawl home like a whipped animal, her tail between her legs. And she would have to behave as if she had escaped from the kidnappers, not as if an extortion plot had gone awry. She couldn't do it! She would he trapped, forced to live in the same house with the Old Bastard for the rest of her life, or at least until she got married. But she didn't want to marry anyone except her brother, who she couldn't marry anyway.
If the plot failed, she would run away with Mike. Money or no money, they would go away together. They could get lost in some big city.
Somehow, together, they would survive.
But, it would be so much better with money. She and Mike would get forty thousand a piece from the ransom. Eighty thousand dollars would take them a zillion miles from the Old Bastard.
Meanwhile, there was nothing to do but pace. She wished desperately that Mike was there. He would hold her and cuddle her and love her and make the time fly. She would have his towering prick in her body, pumping and sliding through her clinging folds, pistoning and pistoning in her, making her feel better and better and better until there would be that wonderful rush of plea sure. Everything would be fine, if only he were here with her right now. Judy felt all hot and shaky.
"Judy?" Mike called from the back door.
"Mike!" she squealed, banging through the swinging door into the kitchen and into his arms, the raincoat spreading open behind her like a cape, exposing her lithe body totally.
She pasted herself to him, put her arms around his neck, scissored her legs around his waist. She ground her bare crotch and naked breasts against him, scraping herself raw on his rough clothing. Her tongue drove between his lips and bored into his mouth, scraping over his teeth.
Mike sucked his mouth away from hers after a suitable length of time. He cupped her ass in his hands to help support her, his fingers squeezing the fleshy moons. "What's with you?" he asked.
Judy leaned back, her hands linked behind his neck. The changed angle ground her pussy against him even harder. His belt buckle dug into her oozing folds. "I love you, love you, love you," she chortled.
Her brother's eyes swept down from her face to her bare breasts, to her quivering torso. "I love you, too. Wish I didn't have to hurry so. I just came by to tell you everything's going great."
Judy's passion had faded slightly, but she continued to grip her brother with her arms and legs. "How's Mom?"
"Scared," Mike admitted. "But she's doing okay. She's had some real rows with the Old Bastard. I think she's finally getting fed up with him.
First he didn't want to come up with the money, then he wanted to drop fake dough, and trap us. Mom really hit the ceiling about that."
Judy unwrapped her legs and released her brother. "That Bastard!" she swore. "He'd get me killed if he could, wouldn't he?"
"Probably. But that's not all of it. When things got really hot, Mom managed to latch onto the Old Bastard's checkbook. Thought she was going to get the money out herself, I guess. She found out the Old Bastard's been paying rent on an apartment someplace."
"What?" Judy erupted.
Mike nodded. "He's been keeping a mistress, believe it or not. Giving her money, more money than he was giving Mom."
Judy felt a flood of sympathy. "Poor Mom," she sighed, sinking down to sit on the edge of the kitchen table.
Mike was pacing, his face flushed with excitement. "Poor Mom my aching butt!" he snorted. "She let him have it with both barrels. Threatened to blow his precious reputation sky high if he didn't come up with the ransom. She flat told him, too, that she was going to file for divorce and didn't expect him to contest it."
Judy's hopes soared. "We'll be rid of the Old Bastard?" she shrieked gleefully.
"We'll be rid of the Old Bastard anyway, once we get the dough," Mike pointed out. "We'll be so far away they'll never find us."
"But if Mom divorces him…" Judy started.
"So what if she divorces him?" Mike asked. "We can't stick around after we've ripped all that money off him. We'll have to split. Besides, we can't do our thing the way we want to if we stay around here. Incest is illegal, you know."
As Judy let him slide his hands around her, under the raincoat, she felt a deep sorrow. The whole purpose of the plot had been to get free of their hated stepfather. The money by itself didn't mean much to her.
Mike was pushing between her thighs as she perched on the edge of the table. His hands roamed up and down her nude torso, pressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then probing down over her belly to explore her hair-shielded sex. "How about a quickie before I have to split?" he asked softly.
Judy shuddered as he pressed her clitoris and a wave of desire burned through her. "Poor Mom," she sighed again.
Mike probed one thumb into her slippery, wet vaginal opening. "She'll be all right," he assured his sister as his hands explored her sweet young body. "She'll take the Old Bastard for every cent he's got. What he's got left after we get through with him, that is."
"But…"
Mike massaged her clit with one thumb, watching her stomach muscles writhe from the stimulation. His hands were sticky with her secretions.
"You think I could do this if we stayed with Mom?" he asked softly. "I thought you wanted me, and only me, for the rest of your life?"
"I do," she admitted as fire burned through her. "It's just that I love Mom and I hate to see her get hurt."
Mike removed one of his hands from its soggy task and fumbled his belt open. After unzipping his pants, he loosed his prick, let it spear out ward, aiming right into the dark, dripping heart of his sister's sex.
"Take my word for it, Sis, Mom'll do just fine. Now come on, how about it? Right here in the kitchen, okay?"
Judy looked at her brother's beautiful pale pink cock with longing. Her reveries before he had arrived had warmed her. The fondling he had given her had changed her lust from mild desire to desperate need.
"If you're really worried about Mom," Mike said, "we can send her a card from wherever we wind up, telling her we're okay." Moving for ward, he nuzzled the head of his swollen prick into her gaping pussy. The kitchen table she was on was the perfect height.
Judy was leaning back on her arms. She looked down her body and saw her brother's jutting, stiff cock approach her open crotch, then felt it pushing through her veil of pubic hair. The touch of his hot glans against her nerve-loaded, dripping folds sent a wave of pleasure through her.
Still, she couldn't help thinking of their mother. Even as she savored the feel of her brother's powerful prick nestling at the gates of her vagina, Judy felt a deep sorrow. How could the woman absorb the twin blows of losing her husband and her children simultaneously? How could she possibly withstand the dual betrayal of an unfaithful husband and children who ran off and left her?
If Mike sensed her concern, he ignored it. He, too, was staring at his sister's pussy. He was watching as he slowly stroked his towering, burning hot cock into her ready wet nest. As the shining pale shaft slowly disappeared into Judy's hairy hole, he could feel her wet pliable folds moving aside, then clasping his stiff prick.
Judy's qualms faded as her ravenous vagina was slowly filled by her brother's monumental phallus. She was being stuffed with what she wanted to be stuffed, where she wanted to be stuffed. Her aching, dripping need was being filled with a sturdy, hot staff of live flesh and gristle. She wriggled her buttocks right to the very brink of the table, feeling its cold raised edge slash across her soft ass, and grind the folds of the raincoat into her tender flesh.
Morning sunlight filled the kitchen, glaring off the shining counters and chrome faucets. It shone warmly on Judy's semi-reclining torso, heating her breasts and belly where they weren't shadowed by her brother's body. Where the sunlight touched her skin it felt nearly as hot as the cock her vagina was embracing so tightly.
Mike bored completely into her, watching as his pubic hair tangled and mingled with hers. His hips pressed against the insides of her pale thighs, pressed against her straining tendons. His brown pubic bush meshed with her black one in a sticky tangle. His cock was completely out of sight, completely in her body. A flash of pink showed through her bush where his cock had wedged her labia open.
Passion made Judy's head drop back, completely relaxed. It felt so wonderfully, fantastically good to have her channel filled with her brother's heavy meat, her folds spread open by his bulk, his hips pressed against the insides of her thighs. The raincoat was spread open, exposing her breasts. Her pose thrust them upward, and her excited, erect, bud-like nipples were just begging for attention.
Mike's hands came down on her firm mounds and he pressed them down, feeling her full flesh seek to escape through the gaps between his fingers. Her nipples were digging hungrily at his palm. Releasing his pressure, he moved his hands delicately so just the very burning tips of her nipples scraped his palms.
"Aaaaawww," Judy sighed, her vagina squeezing tight around his phallus.
Mike drew back, sliding his prick out of her dripping hole, then drove it back in with a sexy squishing noise. He felt a trickle of something ooze down his dangling balls and sucked in his breath from the fiery tickle. He drew back again, a little faster, her slick folds sliding juicily past his nerve-loaded cock. When he drove in, faster this time, he thumped up against her solidly, his cock driving deep into her opening. His balls swung and tugged from the impact, and jostled against his thighs on the rebound.
Judy's belly rippled and shivered with increasing lust. She drew in one shuddering breath after another as her burning pleasure slowly built and built.
The last lingering regrets she felt about her mother were fading rapidly now. None of this would be possible if she and Mike didn't leave the place where they were known to be brother and sister. Nothing in the world could possibly be as important as what she was experiencing right now, and the searing pleasures that the future held for them.
"Ooooh, Michael," she sighed lustily. Her head rolled from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her.
Mike was gripping her breasts firmly, squeezing those marvelous yielding mounds with both hands. He never missed a stroke as he pistoned his thrumming cock in her hot, soaking sheath. Wave after wave of fluid dribbled down over his scrotum, a wild burning tickling chill that drove him closer and closer to a climax. His balls swung and danced and jounced with every thrust of his muscular hips.
"Aaaw-aw-aw I'm c-c-c-c-cumming," Judy panted hoarsely, her fingers curling into claws, her toes knotting as her orgasm roared through her.
Her muscles knotted and shook.
Mike saw a pink flush blossom on his sister's belly as if by magic, surging upward to her chest to sweep out over her breasts. He hammered his cock into her hard and hard and hard. Then he felt the first fiery rush of semen and thrust his prick into her as deeply as he could. His balls were drawn up tight under his cock as they unloaded their gooey burden. His buttocks clenched and convulsed, adding their bit to his drive and his convulsive spurts. He distinctly felt every wad of semen sear down the length of his cock, each one a tearing knot of burning pleasure that burst from the crown of his jerking phallus to spatter his sister's deep recesses. His hands were clutching at her breasts, his fingers sunk in her tender, pale flesh as his entire body was consumed with the pleasure of his cumming.
With a few last desperate twitches, his muscles wrung the final lingering drops of semen from his prick, and that exhausted organ began to slowly lose its hardness and size. Easing his cramped fingers, he released his sister's breasts and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the table. Where his fingers had been sunk into her boobs there were white marks that flushed pink as blood was again admitted to her flesh.
He felt his cock slowly withering and withdrawing, felt her wet folds sliding past the retreating cap of his organ. His balls were sticky and chill from the liquid drying on them. When he finally drew back, extracting what was left of his prick from Judy's vagina, he felt secretions drying in his pubic hair.
"Aaaaawwww," Judy sighed as he vacated her vagina. "Aaaww, you're sooo good!"
"You're great," he told her, bending down to haul his pants up.
Judy pushed up, then hunched over wearily, her bare belly wrinkling, her breasts sagging slightly. Her pussy was stinging cold with drying cum.
"Do you have to leave?"
Mike nodded, fastening his belt. "Got to. If I dropped out of sight now it would really screw things up. I've just been lucky they haven't had someone watching me all the time."
"Why would they?" Judy asked.
"I don't know," he admitted.
"Do you think they suspect something?" Judy asked nervously.
Mike shook his head. "No, if they did, then they would be tailing me."
He gave her a quick kiss. "Gotta go, Sis."
"When will I see you again?" she asked.
"I'll come by after the ransom drop tonight," he assured her. "And we'll have a fine old time. As soon as the ransom is collected we all just drop out of sight. We'll rendezvous here to split up the money, then make our getaway."
"Is that safe? What if Harry's followed after he makes the pick-up?"
Judy asked.
"We'll make sure he isn't. Relax, Sis, nothing will go wrong. You just sit tight right here and wait for the money to roll in. See you later."
"See you," she echoed softly just as he closed the door. She stood up and pulled the raincoat around herself defensively. She now felt more lonely and nervous than ever. Her mind now freed of the distraction of sex, it returned immediately to the subject of her mother. There was some satisfaction in the fact that she would be divorcing the Old Bastard, and squeezing money out of him, too. But it meant Judy's main reason for taking part in the plot was gone. For Mike, and the others, the money was the main incentive. For Judy, it had been getting free of the Old Bastard. The money was nice, of course.
But now there was Mike. They had to take the money and run-they just had to.
Judy knew it would be a terrible blow to their mother. In one fell swoop she would find herself left totally alone. Judy stood with her arms folded tightly, staring blindly at the television. Her mind kept returning to that sad fact.
She was still standing there, dwelling on the misery facing her mother, when someone touched her ribs. The unexpected contact wrenched a scream out of her and she flinched.
"Easy, Judy, it's only me," Paul said quickly.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, sharply, her voice shaking.
Paul grabbed her again, his hands strong, insistent, insolent. "Is that any way to greet your lover?"
Reluctantly, Judy yielded and kissed him passionately. She had the feeling life was complicated enough without Paul turning up at this point. She was worried enough about the whole plot, and her mother, as it was. And she had just had sex with her brother anyway, and she didn't want any more.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, extricating herself from him. "I thought you were busy."
"Not right now," he answered. "Came by for a morale boosting quickie, baby."
"I'm not your 'baby'," Judy retorted. "I'm not anybody's 'baby'."
"Okay, okay," Paul agreed soothingly. "But let's knock off a quick one anyway, okay?"
"I don't want to," Judy said bluntly. "Besides, Mike'd kill you if he caught you here now."
"What would Mike be doing here?" Paul responded. "No way he could find out that I'm here. Come on, Judy, just a real quick one, huh?"
"I told you, I don't want to," she repeated. "Aren't you supposed to be someplace else right now?"
"I told you I wasn't," Paul argued. "Jeez, what's gotten into you lately, anyway? You used to be the hottest tail in town."
"Is that all you think of me?"
"No, of course not," he said quickly. "But you've really been acting strange lately. Jeez, I go through all sorts of shit, even let myself get beat over the head by your brother, and you switch off on me. I'm beginning to think there is something going on between you and Mike after all."
Judy felt a twinge of fear. "What makes you say that?"
"You got to be getting it someplace," Paul noted. "You just aren't the frigid type. Used to be if you went two days without sex, you'd damn near rape me."
"We just had sex yesterday," she argued desperately.
"Yeah, but that's not enough for you-or me either, and you know it. You getting it from Harry, maybe? Did that skinny runt mess around with you?"
"I haven't even seen him since he brought me here," Judy assured Paul quickly.
"Well, I don't care where you're getting it, I want some, too. I could screw up this whole kidnapping thing real quick, you know," he threatened.
"Why would you do that? You want the money, too, don't you?"
"Yeah," Paul admitted reluctantly. "But I'm horny."
Judy made a quick decision. Her pussy was still dripping with her brother's cum, and she had no desire to screw again right away anyway.
"Well, I'm nervous," she told him, "and I just don't feel like it. But I'll tell you what."
"What?" Paul asked hopefully.
"I-I'll give you a blow job," Judy offered.
"Really?"
"Really."
"All the way?" he asked.
"All the way."
"You'll swallow it?"
"Yes, I'll even swallow it. My gosh, do we have to go into all the clinical details of the whole thing?"
Paul unfastened his pants. "I just wanted to make sure we had everything straight," he sniffed.
"Well, I don't know what you mean by a blow job, but that's what I mean," Judy snapped. She was staring at his slowly growing prick. It looked totally unimpressive and unappetizing. But, she had gone this far, and didn't dare back out now-unless she wanted to get him really angry with her. Obviously, from the way Paul's cock was growing, just the idea of a blow job was getting him excited.
"Come on, come on," Paul urged impatiently.
"Hold your horses, will you?" she retorted. "Sit down on the couch or something. You don't want to stand through the whole thing, do you? And pull your pants down."
"I guess not," Paul agreed, following her orders.
Judy waited until he was settled, then knelt between his spread legs.
She sighed resignedly and faced his rubbery, half-erect cock. She had given blow jobs before, even swallowed the cum, and usually got a certain perverted pleasure from the whole act. But she couldn't have felt less like having any kind of sex with Paul than she did at this point. But, she knew if he did get jealous, he might mess up everything.
She tilted his prick upright with her fingers. Lowering her head to it, she licked the underside of the warm shaft of meat from bottom to top, like she was catching the drips from a popsicle on a hot day.
There was an instantaneous rush of blood to the organ that made it stiffen sharply in her grasp.
Judy wished it was Mike's cock she was lapping at, instead of Paul's.
She would do anything for Mike, absolutely anything. She was even figuring on trying some things with her brother that she had never tried with anyone.
She carefully bathed Paul's penis with her tongue, licking it languidly from base to tip on all sides. She had to pause and pick a wiry pubic hair off her tongue. Then she resumed her meticulous bathing of his stiff tower of flesh. The skin was warm and yielding and soft against her tongue. She could feel the ridges of distended veins just under the skin, and the rippled hard interior under them.
Paul was slumped back bonelessly. His hands were rhythmically squeezing the cushions of the couch. That and the film of sweat on his face were the only overt signs of his excitement. He watched as Judy's tongue bathed his sensitive phallus, feeling like warm, wet velvet as it swept up the length of his tower. She licked the under side again and the delicate touch of her tongue there sent a shiver through him, making him wet his lips with excitement. Her dark curls brushed his bare skin, adding a sensuous tickle to the other sensations.
Then Judy closed her lips around the peak of his cock, engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth and Paul felt like it was melting. She touched just the head, rubbing it lovingly with her tongue and Paul thought it was going to burst into flame.
Judy felt a quiver of pleasure at taking Paul's cock in her mouth.
Something about having a lump of living flesh between her lips, against her tongue, triggered warm sexual pleasure in her belly. She drew her head upward, letting his cock slide out through her lips. When she lowered her head again, she took a bit more of his hot staff in her mouth. She pressed her tongue against it firmly and scrubbed the velvety skin, now slick and wet with her spit. There was a warm salty taste in her mouth and she knew she had milked some of his excited juices from his organ. Her head was filled with the smell of him.
Paul, too, had felt that burning drop ooze from his channel. His prick felt like it was being bathed in blood-warm water. There were textures and hardnesses that no vagina had. There was the sensuous tickle of long curling black hair on his bare thighs, and the feel of fingers gripping the base of his prick. And there was the sight of the working mouth spitted on his towering penis.
Judy pumped her head, taking the massive, blood-loaded organ deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his smell and his taste.
Her own guts were now burning with a perverted lust, and her vagina was twitching hungrily. But she still had no desire to be screwed by Paul.
That, as much as was possible, would be her brother's privilege from now on. There was nothing wrong with finding pleasure in giving Paul a thorough devoted cocksucking, though.
She reached between his thighs, under her own chest, and lifted and shifted his balls in their sack. Handling them gently, she stroked and tickled up behind them. Without losing the rhythm of bobbing of her head on his prick, she fondled his testicles and tickled the foundations of his phallus.
She was jamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with every bob of her head. She was glad Paul wasn't gripping her hair, urging her on.
She wanted to be able to set her own pace, to avoid gagging and choking on his huge shaft.
Drawing in timed breaths through her nose, she pumped and pumped her mouth on Paul's phallus. She felt the rubbery head jamming to the back of her tongue, poking into her throat, and redoubled her efforts. Her nose was being tickled by his pubic bush at every downward drive of her head.
She felt his buttocks beginning to twitch and thrust and knew he was getting close to a climax. She increased her efforts. She was beginning to look forward to the load of hot, gooey fluid he would shoot into her mouth.
Paul was wriggling and shivering. A hot puddle of semen was accumulating at the base of his cock, gathering in the muscular pocket like a lava pool at the base of a volcano. The pressures were building and building and building. All the sensations of the blow job were melting together-the feel of her pumping mouth, the feathery touch of her hair, the tickling of her fingers around and under his balls. It was all coming together into one searing knot of pleasure.
His cock fired. The first spurt of semen blasted vertically, straight up his prick, and into her waiting mouth.
Judy felt the thrusting squirm of the prick in her mouth and slurped up the hot blob of sperm-loaded liquid and jammed her mouth down on the pulsing, pumping tower of meat. The cock in her mouth spasmed and quivered with every pulse of semen it shot into her. She wedged the spurting tip into her working throat as she absorbed the gummy waves of semen, letting them pour down her throat into her stomach where they again formed a hot pool.
Paul was rigid. Every muscle in his body was helping to pump his cum. He quivered in the throes of an orgasm that blazed through him like lightning. Adding to the sheer, excruciating physical pleasure of unloading his semen, was the mental joy of knowing the girl in front of him was taking the load in her mouth and letting it pour down to her stomach. He could see how her lips grasped and embraced his convulsing prick, squirming as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. And the swallowing, peristaltic contractions of her tongue and throat massaged his spurting prick like no vagina in the world ever could.
Paul kept cumming and cumming and cumming until there was nothing left.
His muscles kept convulsing in carnal dry heaves until his pleasure began to turn to an ache. Then Judy was sucking the last dribbles out of his prick, spitting it out, and sitting back on her heels. His contented mood was suddenly spoiled by the sight of the inner curves of her breasts where the raincoat had spread open to reveal them. There were dark marks, almost bruises, on the pale flesh.
"What're those marks on your breasts?" he asked, worried.
Judy glanced down, then quickly pulled the raincoat closed to conceal the marks her brother's fingers had left. "The damn buttons on the mattress," she lied, thinking quickly. "I'm probably scarred for life."
"They look more like marks from someone's hand," Paul argued.
"Well they aren't!" she snapped. "Cripes, you're really getting suspicious, aren't you? I just sucked you dry, what more do you want?"
Paul tried to rein in his jealousy. "Sorry," he apologized softly.
Judy struggled to her feet, ignoring the sight of his limp, spit-coated cock. "Think you ought to be going?" she asked carefully.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"After all, you did get what you came for, didn't you?" she sniped nastily.
Paul stood and pulled his pants up. "I'll sure be glad when this whole thing is over and done with," he remarked. "Maybe then you'll start being decent to me again."
"Me be decent to you! I just gave you a blow job, didn't I?"
"Sure, after I twisted your arm," he snorted. "Look, don't do me any favors, if that's the way you feel."
"That's the way I feel," Judy retorted.
"Good! After we split the money, that'll be it," Paul informed her. "You go your way and I'll go mine. I thought for a while there everything was all straight between us. Obviously it isn't."
"I guess not," she agreed.
"I'll see you tonight," Paul snapped, heading for the door.
After he slammed out, Judy headed for the bathroom to rinse her mouth out. Then she sat down and glared at the television.