Wayne placed his cock at the hot, drooling entrance to her cunt. He
grunted as he started to push inward.
At last, Cathy thought! At last it was happening. She was going to have
her cherry popped.
She grunted, as she felt the sting of Wayne’s cock trying to push into
her very tight little twat.
“Unh, Cathy, you’re so tight.”
“Oh, please, Wayne, get it in there.”
“I’ll try,” he said, grunting again, as he thrust again. Wayne was
having a problem. His cock was thick, and Cathy, for all her
lubrication, was very, very tight. She spread her legs wider, hoping
that way to open the hole a little more, to make Wayne’s entrance into
her tight cunt easier.
“Oh, hurry, Wayne, I’m so hot!” Cathy begged.
“Unhh! You sure are tight, Cathy. But I’ll get it in, if I–I have to
kill you!”
He started to enter her tight pussy, stretching the opening slightly.
It hurt Cathy, but she didn’t care. She wanted the pleasure of his
massive cock stuffing her cunt. Finally he got his cock head in.
“Ooooh!” she said, wincing. “It–it feels so good.”
It didn’t, really. Or rather, it felt good and bad at the same time.
She felt the bulbous cock head throbbing against her incredibly tight
pussy, as Wayne tried to thrust it in even more.
“Ohh!” Cathy said, finally relenting, “that big thing hurts. Be easy,
lover, and gentle, please?”
“Sure thing, Cathy, but don’t you think you’re going too far?”
“No! I want it. I want it so bad that I can taste it in my mouth!”
Cathy squealed. She arched her hips up, but the cock didn’t advance any
more.
“I hope I can get it into your mouth, because you’ve got a tight one
there, baby, and I may not be able to get it into your cunt.”
Cathy moaned. She had a growing fear that her cunt was so tight, she
would never be fucked in her life. She envisioned herself as an old
maid, taking cock in her mouth because no one could get a cock into her
pussy.
Cathy didn’t dare to tell Wayne that this was her first real cock. She
was afraid she would scare him away.
Wayne started to push again, trying to get into her hole. Cathy knew
that if he got it much further in, he would rupture her maidenhead. She
thought that once that was done her hole would open up more and give
her more pleasure.
Right now, she could sense the incipient pleasure, but she was
suffering from a great deal of discomfort, too.
“It won’t go, Cathy,” the boy said, relenting on the pressure he had
applied as he tried to get his huge cock into her cunt.
Cathy was desperate. If Wayne’s cock wouldn’t fit into her cunt, how
would her brother’s?
“Please go slow, Wayne. I’ll try to help you.”
She reached down to grasp Wayne’s massive pecker.
The two youngsters were so wrapped up in each other, that they didn’t
hear the front door open.
Cathy was delirious. She didn’t know whether she wanted it in or she
wanted it out of her. Yet she tried to drive it in by humping her hips
up. But the cock wouldn’t move.
“What the hell are you doing!”
Wayne gasped. With a painful wrenching motion, he pulled out of Cathy’s
cunt and sat up. He tried to stuff his massive peter into his jeans,
and had to stand up to do it, as Jimmy, the picture of brotherly
indignation, strode into the room.
“Oh, Jimmy!” Cathy squealed, by now beside herself with rage and
frustration, “why did you have to come home now?”
“I came home because I didn’t like the idea of leaving you all alone in
the house, and damnit! I was right!”
He took several minatory steps toward Wayne, his fists clenched. Wayne
knocked over the coffee table sprinting out of the room. He forgot his
school books, and his jacket in his desperation to get away from Jimmy.
“I’ll get you in school tomorrow, you mother-fucking sister-raper! You
just get your chicken henchmen together, because I’ll meet up with you
at lunch time!” Jimmy bellowed after the retreating Wayne.
“I hate you!” Cathy screamed, clenching her fists and glaring at her
brother. “You have no right.”
“Yes I do. I’m your brother!” Jimmy bellowed, striding up to his
sister. He didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her or kill her. He had had
a glimpse of her swollen pink pussy meat, before she sat up.
Her breasts were heaving with her rage and excitement.
She started to cry, and plumped down on the couch, resting her lovely
face in her folded arms.
“You’re too young to be doing shit like that!”
“No I’m not. I want it! I want it! I want it!” Cathy screamed beating
her fists at her sides. She rolled around from side to side on the
couch, and then got up.
“Hey, wait a minute Sis!” Jimmy cried, grabbing one of Cathy’s arms as
she started to run out of the room.
“No!” she screamed, trying to yank her wrists from her brother’s tight
grasp.
“Where are you going?” the alarmed boy gasped. “You aren’t going to do
anything rash, are you?”
“I’m going upstairs and frig myself with a candle. I’m going to pop my
cherry with it. I can’t wait anymore!” she screamed. With one violent
last wrench, she pulled away from her brother and clattered up the
stairs, sobbing violently.
She ran into her room, and slammed the door and then locked it.
She threw herself on the bed, between the devil and the deep blue sea.
In the first place, she was horny. In the second place she was so horny
that she was enraged. In the third place, her brother had made her even
angrier by barging in on her the way he did. In the fourth place, her
brother always made her horny, and that added to the intensity of the
lust which coursed through her. In the fifth place, she was so horny at
this point, that the candle wouldn’t do. In the sixth place she needed
that candle, and didn’t care any more what kind of damage it would do
to her cherry. She had to have it popped! In the seventh place, she was
so enraged with lust and passion, that her knees were now too weak to
carry her heaving body across the room to the bureau, where the candle
was.
She was white and weak with desire.
She heard her brother knocking on the door.
“Cathy, Cathy! Open this door.”
She heard the door knob rattle.
“Go away, I’m going to die!” she screamed, sobbing violently. And in
fact, at that moment, given her bizarre condition, she was really
afraid it would happen.
“Cathy you open this door, or I’ll bust it in!”
That only made Cathy cream more. She wanted him to bust it in, wanted
him to rush into the room, wanted him to take her, violently, with no
foreplay, and no little kid stuff.
Cathy needed to be fucked so badly that her cunt was contorted with
pain. She wondered if she could take a cock in her cunt the way it felt
right now.
She heard a loud thud against the door, and it was battered inward. Her
brother stood in the doorway, his hands clenched, looking at his
sister.
She hadn’t put her panties back on, and her skirt, with all the
writhing on the bed she had done, was hiked up past her ass.
That condition did not escape her brother’s attention. His cock was
throbbing violently as he stared at her trembling form.
He walked over to the bed.
“Go away!” she screamed.
“Cathy, you’re too young to do it!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes you are!” her brother said hotly.
Cathy was out for blood. She ached so badly that it was sheer agony for
her to remain in this pristine condition any longer.
She looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening like jewels with the
tears in them.
“You’re just jealous, you bastard!” she hissed, using a word she seldom
used, and wouldn’t have dared to use in front of her parents.
“What are you talking about!” Jimmy exclaimed, distressed. He got so
up-tight with her accusation, that he jumped off the bed, and stared at
her.
Cathy looked up at him, her attention arrested by his violent emotion.
As if someone had handed him a hot potato and he had dropped it because
his hand had got burned.
Had she, inadvertently, hit upon a truth? She looked at his crotch.
He had a hard-on!
“You’re just saving me for yourself, that’s what!” she screamed. “Look
at you! Look at that hard-on!”
She reached out and squeezed it hard. It was like a firebrand and it
only added more fuel to her already raging fire. Her brother yelped at
the pressure of her hand, and jumped backward.
“You’re a hypocrite, Jimmy Jones!” she screamed. She was salivating
heavily, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed on the corner of her
mouth.
“You’ve wanted me all this time, and you’ve made me stay away from boys
so you can have me yourself.”
“Cathy, that’s incest!” the disturbed boy gasped.
“I don’t care! Ohhh …!” she moaned, renewing her tears. She had cried
so hard that she was hiccuping.
“Cathy,” Jimmy said, appalled at the idea, and admitting the truth of
it, “that’s incest. What would Mom and Dad say?”
Cathy looked up at him, and then down at his fantastic cock.
“They don’t have to know,” she said, angling for her brother’s
attention. Wayne had been, at best, second best. It was her brother she
had wanted all along, and he had just about admitted that he felt the
same way about her.
She saw her brother gulp, saw his Adam’s apple move up and down as he
swallowed, his throat dry, his passion rising at a fast clip.
There was no doubt in Jimmy’s mind that his sister had blossomed into
one hell of a woman. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her.
He had loved her from the first moment he remembered her, running
around after him with her bright smile and her golden hair, adoring
him, looking up to him, listening to him when he talked to her.
The lump in his throat made his breathing hard.
That love had grown into a lust for his sister.
“It’s true,” he said, with his characteristic honesty and courage. “I
guess I have fallen in love with you. I guess I was jealous of you with
other boys. But I don’t want you for myself. That’s wrong. I just want
you to find a nice boy. Why in hell did you pick a klutz like Wayne
Johnson?”
Cathy gasped and raised herself up on one elbow, glaring at her
brother.
“Wayne is the best stud in class!” she hissed. “And thanks to you, I’ll
never be able to find out why.”
“You didn’t look like you were doing too good with him!” Jimmy barked.
“And he’s not the best stud in class. He just does good public
relations! He doesn’t even know how to use his dick!”
“How do you know, Jimmy Jones?” Cathy screamed, remembering how
difficult it was for Wayne to insert his prick in her cunt.
“Because I’ve had some of the girls that he’s had, and he sucks!
They’ve told me.”
“Well, they never tell me. Mary Jane said he was fantastic!”
“Mary Jane is a virgin, like you. She’s just talking because she feels
left out.”
“How do you know?” Cathy screamed.
“Oh, come on, Cathy,” Jimmy said, getting up enough courage to sit down
on the bed again. Having confessed his love for his sister, she was
getting a little too hot to handle. And Jimmy’s cock ached.
He reached out timidly, and stroked Cathy’s hair.
“The least you could do, if you really want to have your cherry popped,
is come to me. I’ll get you a date with one of the boys in my class.
They’re all really great, and they’ll treat you nice. With respect, the
way you deserve.”
“I don’t want one of the boys in your class, Jimmy,” Cathy said. Her
little hand reached out and she pressed her palm into Jimmy’s hard-on.
“I want you.”
Jimmy jumped as if he had been stuck with a knife.
“Cathy, I told you, that’s wrong!”
“Why? You said you loved me. If you don’t do it, Jimmy Jones, I’m going
to run away tonight, and get it done by someone–anyone. I’ll go
downtown, and pretend I’m a hooker!”
“No you won’t because I’ll lock you in your room!”
“You can’t!” Cathy retorted. “You broke the lock.”
“I’ll lock you in my room, then,” Jimmy said, furious with the stubborn
little girl. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Cathy Jones!”
“If you lock me in your room, I’ll tell Mom and Dad you raped me,”
Cathy said. She didn’t really mean it. She wouldn’t hurt her parents
like that, or do something that bad to Jimmy.
For as long as she’d known him, he had been kindness itself to her.
When other big brothers were teasing their sisters, and being mean to
them, Jimmy had always been nice to her, had talked to her, had helped
her with her homework–even worked on their parents with her to get
something she wanted, like her bicycle.
“Cathy that would kill Mom and Dad!” Jimmy said, genuinely concerned,
and puzzled how to treat his sister. He had never seen her so wild, so
hot and eager.
Cathy dissolved into tears again. She couldn’t do that to her brother
or her parents. But she had to have sex, and soon.
Jimmy leaned over his sister, and hugged her.
“I didn’t mean it,” she sobbed.
“I know.”
“No you don’t know. I saw you Jimmy. I saw you pumping your prick. I
heard you yelling Suzy’s name. How come it’s all right for you to get
your rocks off, and it’s not all right for me.”
Jimmy didn’t have any pat answers any more. His cock ached for his
sister, and her pussy was right there in front of him.
“I hurt!” Cathy moaned.
Jimmy could definitely identify with that! He had had enough blue balls
in his day to appreciate sexual hunger so intense it was painful.
Desperate to calm her down, desperate to heal the breach he felt he had
made, he reached down with his hand, and cupped her wet, sticky muff.
Jimmy felt that his hand was on fire when he touched his sister’s soft
little twat.
“Shhh!” he said. “I’ll bring you off.”
“I want a cock!” Cathy moaned, humping her hips against her brother’s
eager hand. She felt her pussy cream flowing from her twat, as her
brother rubbed up and down on her sweet little snatch.
Hungry to feel her brother’s cock, she reached into his lap again, and
pulled down his zipper.
Jimmy was more than willing that she should bring him off, too. If she
didn’t, he was going to have to do the job himself. He was just too
hard, and too hot not to relieve himself of the churning load in his
balls.
As he fondled his sister’s pussy, all his love and desire for her built
in his young body. He felt his cock throbbing violently, as his sister
pulled it out of its denim nest.
She started to pump on it, the way she had seen him pump on it when he
was masturbating.
“Is that right, Jimmy?” she asked.
“Unh!” Jimmy grunted, nodding his head.
His sister’s hand pumping up and down on his cock, inflaming his loins,
was driving him crazy. He almost didn’t think he wanted to go through
with it. He was afraid that once he shot his load, his cock would still
be erect, demanding its primary object, which was to be stuffed in his
sister’s tight twat.
He felt a terrific flush of passion course through his body. His cock
lurched in Cathy’s hand.
“Jimmy?” she gasped.
“What?” Jimmy asked, his voice breathy with lust. His hand was rapidly
getting soaked with Cathy’s juices. Her cunt felt incredible. He could
feel her swollen pussy lips throbbing with her passion.
“Put it in me, please. Take my cherry. I want you!”
That request was too much for the aroused boy. He leaned down, and
started to remove her blouse, with trembling hands.
He took his time, still torn between his need for her, and his
conscience, which said that having intercourse with his sister was
wrong.
Cathy reached up and removed her brother’s T-shirt, and fondled his
chest. She rested the palm of her hand over his heart, and felt his
heart beating against her soft hand, like a bird, beating with its
wings against a cage, desperate to be released.
As Jimmy worked on her skirt, pulling it down over her lean hips, Cathy
was unbuckling Jimmy’s belt and working his jeans down over his hips.
She arched her hips up as Jimmy removed her skirt, and then he stood up
and removed his jeans, getting them down over his inflamed hard-on with
considerable difficulty.
He looked at his sister for one brief moment, and then lay beside her.
His hand, sticky-wet with the effluence from her sweet hot little
snatch, reached again for her cunt.
Cathy pressed into him, her naked breasts rubbing against the hot flesh
of her brother’s chest.
“Oh, Jimmy, you’re so handsome, and you feel so good,” Cathy gasped, as
she felt her little nipples puckering with pleasure.
Jimmy grunted, and pried one finger into his sister’s tight cunt. The
feeling of her tightness almost scared him. She really was tight!
Her cuntal walls closed in around his finger. He tried to get two
fingers into her twat, and he couldn’t.
“Cathy,” he gasped, in agony at the thought of not getting off his
rocks, “honest to God, I think you are too young. Your cunt is too
tight! I’ll hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” she gasped, arching her hips upward on his
finger. “I hurt anyway. I couldn’t hurt more. Jimmy please. I don’t
care if you kill me!”
Moaning, Jimmy rolled on top of her, and pressed his cock head against
her tight little twat.
He couldn’t believe how small she was. But her tight little pussy was
flooded with the juices of her desire, and his cock was inflamed past
all reckoning.
He thrust inward, and Cathy gasped, as she felt her brother’s cock head
pry open her tight twat for the first time in her life. She figured at
this point that Wayne’s cock didn’t count.
Her brother reached up, and started to fondle her breasts. Then his
head came down and he sucked on her left nipple, making wet sucking
noises as he nursed it.
Cathy felt the hot pleasure course through her, felt the nipple pucker
even more. She ran her hands over her brother’s back, feeling his well-
developed muscles rippling with his excitement.
“Hurry, Jimmy! Stuff it in. I can’t stand it.”
“Hold your horses!” Jimmy exclaimed. “You’re tight. Just let me work it
in.”
“Ohhh,” Cathy moaned. She humped her hips up, and a little more of
Jimmy’s cock worked its way into her tight little twat.
Jimmy reached under her back, and pressed her lithe young body against
his. The feeling was incredible.
There was the knowledge that she was his sister, the years of love he
had nursed for her, all the loveliness that had passed between them.
And here she was, in his arms, begging him to take her cherry.
A wave of tenderness rippled through his young body, so intense as to
amount to pain. He pushed inward a little more, and felt her cuntal
walls spread before the onslaught of his huge, hot hard manhood.
“Ohh, Jimmy, it feels so good,” Cathy gasped. Her hips were squirming
around under him. Jimmy felt more of her pussy juices flooding from her
cunt, and greasing his long thick shaft, making it easier for him to
slither more deeply into her cunt.
He worked his hands down over her slender, soft back, until his hands
were cupping her firm young ass cheeks.
He pried open her ass cheeks, and started to tickle the inner valley of
her ass cleft, as he pushed inward a little more, carefully, afraid
that he would hurt her.
Jimmy felt his cock head now drooling with his pre-come, hit the
barrier of her maidenhead. Cathy was gasping wildly, her hands
clutching at him, her body inflamed with the hot pleasure of her
brother’s cock stuffing her cunt.
He felt so good, and he was being so gentle, so considerate. Added to
the pleasure of his sexual skill was the knowledge that he loved her
and he wouldn’t hurt her.
Her pleasure mounted. She arched her hips upward, and then gasped. She
winced as she felt the harsh sting of her hymen being torn from her
vaginal walls.
Jimmy, while she was suffering from the first pain, thrust all the way
in, feeling the blood gush around his cock.
He planted himself balls-deep in the warm, wet meadow of her lust, and
then rested for a moment.
Cathy’s body had stiffened, as she felt the pain of her slaughtered
virginity. It didn’t bother her. She knew it always hurt the first
time. But as the pain receded, the hot pleasure of her brother’s cock
throbbing against the incredibly tight walls of her pussy started to
build.
Now she was a woman, thanks to her brother!