"You all right, lady?" the bartender asked.
"Sure, jus' fine," Jane slurred. "Whatsa matter, think I'm drunk?"
"Something like that."
"What if I am? That's my business!" Jane snapped. "Gimme another drink."
"It's my business, too, lady," the bartender answered firmly. "I've got a license to protect. No more booze for you."
Jane lurched up from her stool to argue with the bartender. It was a mistake. Her reflexes were too blurred by alcohol to respond to such sudden movement. Jane lost her balance and crashed to the floor.
The bartender looked down at her and shook his head with disgust. "I'll call you a taxi," he sighed, reaching for the phone.
A few minutes later, Jane was being stuffed in a cab.
"Where you going?" the driver asked her.
Jane was alert enough to know that she didn't want to go home. She gave the cabbie the first address that came to her mind. 967 Juniper Street. Her brother Ken's place.
A life-long bachelor, Ken lived alone in a swinging singles apartment house. After the taxi had delivered her there, Jane puttered around the building until she found her brother's front door. She let herself in with a key that Ken had given her once when he was out of town so she could water his plants.
Stumbling into the darkened apartment, Jane headed straight for the bedroom. Feeling dizzy, all she wanted to do in the world was lie down and pass out.
When she bumped into the bed, Jane belly flopped onto it. She was so drunk that it failed to register with her that somebody was sleeping next to where she sprawled.
Ken stirred. "What's going on?"
He felt around. When his hand caressed a female hip, he woke up completely.
"Jesus, there's a broad in bed with me," he whispered. "Wonder who it is." He looked at her face and caught a whiff of her barroom breath. "Christ, it's Sis, and she's dead drunk. Wonder what she's doing here?"
He thought about it for a moment.
"Who cares?" he decided and started loosening Jane's skirt. "She's so fucking bombed I can do anything I want to her with no hassle."
Ken had struck out tonight with a woman he had been trying to put the make on for weeks. His frustration had given his cock a hair-trigger. Now that there was a fresh focus for his horniness, his prick snapped to attention in the form of a throbbing hard-on.
When he had his sister stripped from the waist down, Ken laid Jane on her belly and straddled the backs of her legs. Prying her asscheeks apart, he peered at the hairy gash of her cunt. His balls churned with anticipation.
"Don't know why you're here, Sis," he murmured, "but thanks for showing up. I need a good, solid fuck real bad."
Ken angled his boner down and slipped his cockhead into the gap of his sister's pussy lips. Even though Jane was unconscious, her cunt was surprisingly wet and warm.
"What a woman," Ken sighed. "Even when she's out cold, her pussy's turned on and ready for cock."
Ken shoved. As half his prick entered his sister's gash, her twat squeezed in reply.
He shoved again, hilting his entire cock in his sister's fuck-hole. Now Jane's cunt was spasming, getting even tighter and damper.
Ken started working his dick. Even though she was asleep, Jane's ass started to squirm.
"Ahhh, that's the ticket, Sis," Ken rasped. "Just keep wiggling your ass. I can feel every inch of my cock inside your pussy."
Panting with lust, Ken went beyond just fucking his sister. Sliding his hands under Jane's blouse, he fondled her bra-less tits, noting with satisfaction how stiff her nipples were.
"Horny, horny bitch," Ken whispered in Jane's ear, meaning it as a compliment. "I've made it with a lot of chicks in my day, but you're the champ, Sis. If I had to pick one woman to fuck, it'd be you."
Gently pinching Jane's nipples, Ken drove his prick into her twat with a particularly deep thrust. After a couple of seconds, Jane's cunt had a delayed reaction, rippling from its depths all the way out to its lips.
"Man, oh, man, this is a trip," Ken moaned. "My little sister fucks even better when she's asleep than when she's awake."
Ken pulled his dick out of Jane's pussy until just his cock-head remained within her moist slit. Then he plowed forward again. His sister's cunt responded the same way it had after the previous cock-thrust, spasming from the tip of Ken's prick to the root.
"Even when you don't know you're being fucked, you love it," Ken said to his sleeping sister.
Ken's cock froze in his sister's cunt. Having started to fuck Jane while she was asleep, Ken was leery about her waking up and panicking when she discovered that his big cock was jammed up her pussy.
"Oooooh," Jane groaned, "what's happening to me?"
"You're having a wet dream," Ken whispered in his sister's ear. "Nothing to be afraid of. Happens to everybody once in awhile. Just relax and enjoy it."
"Who're you?" Jane slurred.
"Just the man of your dreams," Ken answered. "No face. No name. Just a big, strong stud giving your wet pussy all the cock it wants."
"Mmmm, I can dig it," Jane swooned.
Ken took one of his sister's asscheeks in each hand and raised her butt in the air so Jane was kneeling. Now he could dog-fuck her, getting even more leverage for his thrusting cock. Ken took advantage of it by jack hammering his prick in his sister's pussy.
"Oooooh… that's the way to fuck me," Jane gasped in her sleep. "I think I'm gonna come."
"Do it, baby," Ken urged.
Jane wriggled her ass.
"Ahhh, yes," she groaned, "you're right. It feels sooo gooooood!"
"Just keep right on dreaming," Ken soothed his sister. "Dreaming and fucking."
"Yessssssss!" Jane responded. "Fuuuuuuuuucckkk meeeee!"
Ken's rigid cock moved in and out of his sister's cunt, producing peak friction. Jane writhed from one orgasm to the next.
"Never came so much," she reported. "Now all I need to make things perfect is your jizz in my pussy."
"That's the spirit. Now hang on! My cock's ready to blow!"
Ken drilled his prick to the squishy core of his sister's twat. A split-second later he was unloading a torrent of the hottest, thickest jizz he could recall ever shooting in a woman's pussy.
"Ooooh, I did it… did it!" Jane cried out, believing she had created the illusion of spurting jism in her twat. "God, this cum feels better in my cunt than the real thing."
Ken's cock squirted for several seconds. By the time it was drained, Jane's pussy was a creamy swamp. When her brother removed his spent prick, Jane's cunt started overflowing with excess jism.
"Incredible!" Jane gushed. "I swear I can actually feel the cum running down my legs."
"Want some more?" Ken asked.
"Is your cock still stiff?"
"That's up to you," Ken said, playing the dream-angle for all it was worth. "As long as you think I've got a hard-on, that's all that counts. Just keep pretending and I'll fuck you in any hole you want."
"Any hole?"
"Right on."
"Know what I'm thinking, stud?"
"You want it in the ass, don't you?" Ken reached the obvious conclusion. "More than anything!"
Jane rolled over. She spread her legs and drew them back over her head.
Ken had never seen a woman's ass more wide open than his sister's was right now. Jane's asshole whooshed with escaping vapor as it waited to be stuffed with cock.
"Now, just one thing before I butt-fuck you," Ken told his sister, taking precaution. "Don't wake up. 'Cause if you stop dreaming, I'll just disappear. Poof, just like that."
"Don't worry, stud, I know the rules," Jane answered. "I know a good thing when I've got it."
"Okay," Ken said, his throbbing prick in his hand. "Keep those eyes shut tight and you're gonna find yourself with enough cock up your ass to split you in two."
"Jam it up my ass, stud!" Jane begged.
"Good girl," Ken responded, aiming the knob of his dick at his sister's fuck-hungry shit pit.
His crotch bucked. His prick lurched.
"Arrrggghhh!" Jane winced as her brother's cock surged into her ass. "It hurts so good. Push your big dick all the way into me and make me suffer. I'll come so fucking hard you won't believe it… so hard, even I won't believe it."
"Whatever you say," Ken answered. "You're the boss."
Ken's crotch lurched again. When it came to rest, flush against his sister's asscheeks, his boner was buried in Jane's butt.
With her ass stuffed with cock, Jane brought her legs down and wrapped them around her brother's torso. She wouldn't accept anything less than every inch of Ken's huge prick in her ass.
Ken was so bound up by his sister's clutching thighs that he couldn't even move. It was left for Jane to do all the work. She went at it with gusto, rocking her hips and rolling her ass. Although it was locked in place, Ken's hilted cock got all the friction it could handle from his sister's shimmying asshole.
But Jane still wasn't finished.
"Play with my clit," she told her brother.
Ken's fingers slid down Jane's belly until they reached her cunt. He separated the folds there and his sister's fat clit sprang out like a miniature hard on. Taking the magic button between his thumb and forefinger, Ken stroked it almost as if he were actually jacking it off.
Jane climaxed on the spot. She shrieked.
Ken sent his sister's senses soaring, fingering cut in tandem with fucking her ass. Jane was coming so strongly.
Presented with too much of a good thing, Ken couldn't restrain himself from spurring his climaxing sister on to even greater orgasmic heights. He had never made a woman come so much as his masculine instinct drove him to find out how much farther he could make her go.
It was a mistake.
Ken pinched her clit until it threatened to burst. He machine-gunned his cock in her ass with such force that her spine cracked.
And it was just top much.
As her orgasm built to a level of mind-shattering ecstasy, Jane's eyes flew open. The sight, smell and sound of reality hit her with devastating force.
"This is no dream!" she blurted out.
"Yes… yes, it is!" Ken desperately tried to hold back the truth.
"No!" Jane screamed. "I'll prove it!"
She crammed her fingers into her mouth and bit down on them so hard that blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Then she wiped that blood across her brother's face with her mangled knuckles.
"It's not a dream!" Jane demanded.
"Okay… okay," Ken admitted, "it's really happening. I'm fucking you in the ass, Sis."
"Why? What am I doing here in bed with you, Ken?" Jane wailed in confusion.
"I swear I don't know, Sis," Ken answered. "I woke up and you were just in the sack beside me, that's all. Drunk and passed out. I couldn't stop myself from fucking you."
"You bastard!" Jane hissed. "You're supposed to be my brother. Supposed to look out for me."
"You turn me on, Sis," he said. "Turn me on more than any woman I've ever known in my life. Couldn't stop myself from fucking you once I saw I had the chance. Give me a break, Janie, I'm only human."
"Forget it!" Jane snarled. "I'm getting the hell out of this fucking nightmare."
She tried to pull away from her brother. But his cock was locked in her ass too securely for her to go very far. What's more, her lurching movement re-established the friction of Ken's prick in her tight shit pit.
The more Jane struggled, the more strikingly her brother's dick stimulated her asshole.
It was a losing battle. Jane's angry protest dissolved into an uncontrollable moan. She hated her response, but couldn't help it.
Picking up on the turning tide, Ken started butt fucking his sister again with driving cock-strokes. His prick was angling straight down into her asshole now, its head reaching all the way to the boiling mass of shit in Jane's bowels.
Ken had his confidence back as Jane took thrust after thrust of his butt-fucking prick.
"Admit it, Sis," he rasped. "You really want me to come in your ass, don't you? Right now you're thinking about my hot jizz flooding your guts. You can't stop yourself from wanting it. It's just the kind of woman you are."
Jane tried to tell her brother to go straight to hell. She couldn't. Then she attempted a stony silence. It was useless. She kept moaning.
Jane was forced to recognize that Ken was right. All her anger, all her outrage, had been swept away by one thing: her anticipation of an ass full of her brother's scalding jizz.
Jane hated her weakness. But there was no way she could block her lust for jism.
"I dare you to tell me to stop butt-fucking you, Sis." Ken poured it on. "Dare you to say you don't want my jizz in your ass."
Jane sucked in her breath. She held it as long as possible, while her brother's big cock kept working in her spasming asshole.
Finally, Jane had to let the air out of her lungs.
"C-come in me, Ken!" she stammered in humiliation. "C-come in my ass!"
"Beg me, bitch!"
"P-please, please!"
"Rub my balls," Ken directed. "Show me how much you want my jizz."
Jane's fingers automatically clasped her brother's hairy nuts, rolling them around, priming their cum-supply.
He drove his shoulders against the crooks of Jane's knees, forcing her legs all the way back. His cock drilled her ass in a final hilting plunge, then exploded with a cascade of scorching cream.
Jane took it with a groan that lasted as long as her brother's jism spilled into her ass. In the midst of the cum-flow, Jane began climaxing too.
Then it was over. Perhaps the easiest thing for Jane to have done would have been to admit that her brother had succeeded in getting her off as powerfully as any woman would wish for. But she couldn't.
Jane's pride wouldn't let her tell the truth. Regardless of how magnificently she had come from the butt-fuck, she could not forget how badly she had been degraded.
The instant Ken had shot his wad, Jane wrestled free from him. Snatching her skirt, she fled from the bedroom. Her brother chased her, but tripped in the darkness before he got very far and fell on his face.
In the living room, Jane moved toward the door. She didn't make it, because the darkness caught up with her also.
She ran into something. Not a chair, or the wall, but something alive and breathing. Six-feet and two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
The light came on.
Jane's human obstacle stood there with his hand on the switch, smugly grinning.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he smirked in a shockingly familiar voice.
Jane couldn't believe her ears. She looked up and couldn't believe her eyes.
It was him. He'd been sleeping on the couch.
"Lenny!" Jane gasped her ex-husband's name, while trembling before him with her skirt in her hand. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Just blew back into town. Thought I'd bunk in with Ken," Lenny chuckled. "See you had the same idea."
"This isn't what it looks like," Jane replied, nude from the waist down.
"Oh, yeah?" Lenny leered, his eyes settling on his ex-wife's bare crotch, where a fresh cum dribbled down her inner thighs. "Tell me all about it."
"Fuck you!" Jane seethed, realizing there was no point in explaining, a situation that was so obvious. "It's my life. I'll do what I please with it."
With that, Jane darted around her ex-husband and bolted out the door. As she stood on the landing, wriggling into her skirt, she could hear Lenny's mocking laughter from the apartment. Then she ran, down the stairs, out of the building, and into the early morning darkness.
The bars were closed, so Jane traveled the deserted streets until after dawn. Finally, as much as she tried to fight it, fatigue drove her home.
Jane sneaked into the house, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. When she reached her bed, she burrowed under the covers, shutting herself off from the rest of the world. There she lay in a self-imposed void.
Somehow sleep came. A blank, dreamless sleep. For the time being, at least, Jane had found peace.