mcarlsson@UCSD.EDU (Mars) (04/23/91)
Archive-name: peeping-sis/2
"Horny Peeping Sister"
Chapter 2.
By the time Becky got home, her parents and brother were all seated at
the dinner table eating quietly. From the look on her brother's face, Becky
could tell that he'd already gotten his scolding and she slid into her place
at the table, awaiting her own.
"Where have you been, young lady?" her mother snapped, jabbing her fork
at Becky. "Don't you have a watch? Can't you see that it's dark?"
"Sorry," Becky mumbled, helping herself to a pork chop. "My lesson was a
little late and then I stopped over at Vicky's. We got to talking and I
didn't notice the time and..."
Becky's words trailed off and for a moment everyone sat in silence.
"Don't you know it's dangerous out there on the streets after dark?" her
mother went on. "You never know what kind of wierdos and perverts are out
there just waiting for a girl like you."
Becky glanced over at her brother, but their mother's words seemed to
have little effect on Tom. He just scooped up the last of his mashed potatoes
and slid his chair back.
"Can I be excused?" Tom asked as he balled up his napkin and tossed it
next to his plate.
"Go ahead, Son," Mr. Moon said, speaking softly and formally.
"And no television," his mother called as Tom got up from the table. "I
won't have my children thinking that they can run around the neighborhood like
cats. When they learn to act responsibly they'll get the respect they deserve
from me, but until then..."
As usual, the tirade went on and on, but Becky didn't hear it. She
watched her brother head up the stairs to his room, and she followed him as
quickly as she could, passing by his closed door and entering her own room.
Dinner sat in her stomach like a lead balloon as Becky shucked her
clothes and stretched out on her bed in just her bra and panties. It felt
good to take her clothes off, it made her feel free and good, except for the
strange thoughts that troubled her.
Becky lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, finding patterns in
the rough stucco. She couldn't believe what she'd seen her brother doing. If
she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought that it couldn't
possibly be true. And even though she had seen it, she couldn't imagine why
Tom would do such a thing.
Becky rolled over onto her tummy, her young tits making a small cleavage
in her white bra. She supported her chin on her fists and remembered every
detail of what she had seen, thinking that there might be something that she
had missed that would explain Tom's strange behavior.
Tom was a good-looking boy, tall with dark curly hair. He was popular
with the other boys at school, but Becky hadn't seen him with too many girls.
Still, she was sure that there were plenty of girls who would want him if he
just tried. If he was horny, why didn't he get a girlfriend? she wondered.
As she thought about her brother and his possible motives, Becky began to
rock her hips slightly. At first she didn't even really realize she was doing
it. It was a natural motion, one brought on by the sexy pictures that ran
through her mind. She saw her brother holding his prick and the way his jizz
had shot against the wooden fence.
Becky gradually became aware of a strange, warm feeling in her lower
belly. She humped her pantied crotch up and down and realized that the fabric
was wet with her pussy-juices.
"I hope Tom doesn't think he's the only one who gets horny," she
whispered, rolling over onto her back.
It seemed to Becky that she was always horny these days. Although she
had never fucked and until recently had never wanted to fuck, now the idea of
losing her cherry seemed to obsess her. All she and Vicky talked about these
days was who they would like to fuck and where and how. Her own brother had
never once appealed to her in that way but what Becky had witnessed tonight
changed all that.
As she ran her finger around the wet spot at the crotch of her panties,
Becky wondered if Tom has ever fucked a girl. Then she wondered if he had
ever finger-fucked one.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked her imaginary brother as she
reached up and opened the front clasp of her bra while her other hand
continued to rub her panty-covered cunt.
The bra popped apart and her pert titties stood up firm and round. They
weren't very big, but for a girl her age they weren't bad and Becky was
satisfied with them. She saw the trouble Vicky had with her giant titties and
she was glad she didn't have those kinds of problems. Yes, she thought as she
cupped one of her nice titties, I like mine just fine.
Both her hands moved in circles, one rubbing all around the soft mound of
one tit while the tip of one finger on the other teased the bumps and holes
around her cunt. She ran that finger up and down the wet furrow of her cunt,
beginning at the dry indentation of her asshole and moving up into the wet
valley of her cunthole and over the hump of her clit. With each circuit the
crotch of her panties got wetter and softer.
Becky licked her fingertips and spread a little moisture over the nipples
of her tits. Instantly the little red nubbins got harder and more pointed.
Now, as she rubbed them, they were more sensitive than ever and the sizzling
sensations that ran from the inner depths of her cunt up to her nipples and
back down intensified.
"Hummmm, yeahhh," Becky sighed. "We could fuck, Tom, sure, we could get
it onnn!"
She let the heel of her hand rest on her cunt-mound and humped her cunt
up off the mattress to touch it. She directed two fingers to the place where
her clit was and jammed it against them, turning herself on more and more.
She heard her own loud breathing and that again reminded her of the
noises she had heard Tom make in the alley. She was surprised to find out
that the sounds a boy made when he came were not that much different than the
sounds a girl made when she came.
Becky humped her ass up off the bed with ever-increasing speed. At first
it felt good, but it soon grew frustrating, and Becky knew she needed more
direct stimulation.
Abruptly she reached down and skimmed off her panties. Then, before she
lay back down, she wiggled her shoulders and doffed her opened bra. Then she
settled back down again, her knees up and bent, her slender body naked on her
double bed.
When her fingertip first touched her naked cunt directly, Becky jumped,
her own touch surprising her. Her pussy was very hot and very wet and her
finger felt as if it might be sucked right up into her body. She held just
the tip at the mouth of her cunt for a second, testing the way the lips of her
pussy opened and closed, almost as if they were breathing.
Then, slowly, she rolled her finger around the mouth of her pussy,
keeping just the tip inside herself. The heat her body generated never ceased
to amaze her, and she wondered if every girl her age was as hot as she was, or
if she was some sort of freak. Maybe if she could get her brother to fuck her
she would be able to tell if she was normal or not. Maybe Tom would know.
Her free hand trailed back up to her titties and again began to touch and
stroke them. Her nipples spiked right up, growing more and more excited as
she worked over the sensitive meat of her dripping cunt. Her hand moved from
one tit to the other, never leaving either alone and untouched for long.
Becky tighted and loosened the muscles of her cunt around her finger,
taking it inside her body a bit at a time, as if her cunt were eating it. Soon
her finger was completely enveloped in the soft, squishy warmth of her cunt
and she rolled it around inside of herself.
"Hummm," she sighed. "That feels gooooddd!"
The circles her finger made in the mouth of her cunt gradually got bigger
until her cunt-mouth had opened wide enough to take a second finger. Becky
felt very full with the two digits inside her body and wondered if she would
even be able to take a cock if she was offered one. Her brother's cock had
looked pretty big. What if it wouldn't fit inside of her? What if it hurt
her?
But such unpleasant thoughts were forced from her mind by the more
enjoyable feelings that ran through her body thanks to her magical fingers.
She fucked them in and out of herself, gently at first and then, as her
passion grew, with greater and greater strength.
The hand on her tits pinched and pulled on her nipples. The tit-tips got
thick with blood, and Becky felt her heartbeat pulsing behind her left tit.
Her mouth was wide open as she gasped in air and she closed it briefly to
swallow hard. Then she let it fall open and slack again as she concentrated
on the pleasant way her body tingled.
The harder and faster she played with herself, the more excited she
became. Her long blonde hair was trapped beneath her and along the sides of
her face, and across her forehead she grew wet with the sweat of her mounting
passion. She her whole naked body glistened with sweat and she smeared the
small pool that had collected between her tits across the sprouting mounds.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, the darkness behind her eyelids like
a movie theatre that replayed the films of what she had seen her brother doing
in that alley. She imagined that he had been watching something very sexy,
perhaps two people fucking. Becky surprised herself when she responded to
that thought. She knew then that she would like to watch other people
fucking, too. The idea turned her on and made her pussy even juicier than
before.
"I see you fucking," she told the imaginary couple. "Tom and I are
watching you, you fuckers. Yeah! Fuck it good!"
She arched up to meet her thrusting fingers, taking them both inside of
her body time and again. Already her insides were starting to flutter and
Becky knew it wouldn't be long before she came. The thought of watching
others fucking made her lust soar and she drilled her cunt.
As her fucking hand grew tired, Becky pulled it from her soggy pussy with
a slick sound and brought it to her tits. While she wiped her creamy sauce
off all over the firm flesh of her titties, her other hand went to work on her
cunt.
When she first slid her two dry fingers into her cunt, it was a bit
painful. The wet interior of her pussy stuck to the skin of her fingers and
pulled a bit. Becky eased back, giving her hand a moment to become slick with
her juices before pushing it into her cunt any farther. Once it was
lubricated with cunt-cream her hand slithered up into her body as easily as
anything.
The cunt-juice she had smeared all over her tits began to dry and as it
did it pulled her skin, puckering as it lost its moisture. Becky liked the
way her tits felt crinkled up and pulled together. The drying cunt-juice got
tauter and tauter until it cracked and then began to cake off her skin,
leaving the soft pink flesh beneath it bare and pure once again.
The smell of her cunt filled the room and made Becky slightly drunk. As
she finger-fucked herself, sometimes she felt as if she were someone else,
someone crazy and wild, someone who wanted to fuck her own brother. She knew
it was the fuck-lust that made her feel this way. It was like a drug and
Becky found that recently she couldn't get enough of it.
"I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck!" she chanted, jamming her fingers into her
pussy in time with her words. "Do you hear me Tom? I wanna fuck you!"
In her mind the words were loud and true, but in reality they were little
more than impassioned whispers. Becky knew that she couldn't risk someone,
especially her mother, hearing her innermost thoughts.
Cunt-juice sloshed over the sides of her pussy and made the tops of her
inner thighs slick and slippery. She panted louder and louder, the blood
racing through her veins and making her nipples and clit stand up proudly.
Becky's pretty face was contorted by fuck-lust. She jammed her cunt
extra hard, promising herself that this was the last time she would fuck
herself with her fingers without knowing what it felt like to have a real cock
inside her pussy-hole.
As her orgasm gathered strength, so did her resolve to fuck her brother.
Tom was definitely the one she wanted, and if he was desperate enough to be
jacking himself off in dark alley ways, Becky was sure that he would not turn
down a chance to fuck her, even if she was his own sister.
In fact, the more Becky thought about it, the more the idea of fucking
her own brother - because he was her own brother - appealed to her. She had
never heard the word incest before, but the concept made her hot and she
fucked her fingers in and out of her pussy with incredible force.
The fingers running in and out of her pussy were all slick with her
juices, as was most of that hand. Her cunt was awash with the creamy fluids
of her pussy and she used the thumb of her fucking hand to smear some of that
soft stuff over the top of her throbbing clit.
"Yeah!" she gasped, her hips jerking up involuntarily. "Make me come,
Tom, make me come hard!"
She spat out her hot words, balls of spit shooting from her excited lips.
She sucked back the little strings of over-eager drool and rolled her fingers
around inside of her pussy, holding them in deep and stirring around her
insides.
Her whole body moved with the intensity of her fucking motions. She
brought her other hand from her tits back to her cunt and began to claw at her
pounding clitty with it while she kept up her strong, even fucking tempo with
the other hand.
Becky wanted to scream out her joy, her ecstasy, but she knew she didn't
dare. She didn't even want to think about what her mother would do if she
even knew that Becky was touching herself this way. Becky felt her excitement
wane as she thought of her tyrannical mother so she quickly switched her
thoughts to a more pleasant - and erotic - topic, her brother.
As she rolled her clitty around and around, smashing it flat against the
bone behind it, Becky tried to imagine what it would be like to have Tom on
top of her, fucking her with his big cock. She pretended that she felt his
weight pushing down on her while he pumped her full of his jizz. The feelings
were so real Becky felt herself soaring higher and higher on a cloud of
sensations. She just had to get Tom to fuck her for real, she just had to!
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted. "Fuck me, yes, yes, yes..."
She punctuated her words with jabs of her fingers and circles of her
other hand on her clit. Her hips began to jerk and her breathing grew
slightly louder. Becky could feel that familiar tightening in her belly and
she kicked her legs up into the air, holding them up and out in a big V,
wishing Tom's body was there to fall in between them.
Her eyes looked right up at her feet swaying over her, but she didn't see
them. Her whole being was taken over by the feelings of approaching orgasm.
It felt as if some giant were tightening all of her insides and she knew that
shortly he would again let that string go and she would come like she had
never come before.
"Give it to me, give it to me!" she grunted.
The taut feeling inside of her increased until Becky thought her head
would surely pop off. Then, just when she couldn't stand it anymore and her
wrist ached from fucking herself with such vigor, it all burst apart.
"Yeahhh!" she sighed. "Do it, yeahhh!"
Her body shuddered, and she jammed her fingers deep into herself. She
held them there, letting her cunt move around them. The feeling of release
was total, and everything in Becky's world was momentarily blacked out while
she pulsed with orgasm.
Then, as she allowed her knees to bend and brought her feet back down
onto the bed, she again became conscious of rational thought and the first
thing she thought about was Tom. Ahhh, she sighed to herself, tomorrow is
gonna be some kind of day!
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