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CLP-167 Hungry For Sister by Michael Rennie

Introduction

Rebellion against authority and established practices accompanies youth as closely as smoke

accompanies fire. There has never been a time when young people did not question the practices of their

elders.

Perhaps this tendency toward rebellion is a trait vital to the survival of the race of man. It is society's

version of nature's unending experimentation with biological evolution. Each generation faces new

problems and must find new solutions. To do this, they must indulge in a trial and error search.

Some rebellions are stronger than others. They may range from the peaceful slovenliness of the "flower

children" of the mid-1960s to the vicious orgy of destruction of the 1968 Chicago Democratic National

Convention. Rebellion may range in scope from a national movement embracing thousands, to the

running away from home by a single dissatisfied youngster who is protesting a parental curfew.

The form the rebellion takes, and the violence of it, may well depend on the target of that rebel lion. For

many parents, it is no more than an unpleasant argument at the dinner table. For others, it may mean

broken furniture or death. The scope depends not only on the child rebelling, but also on the way his

parents react to him.

The danger in the rebellion of youth is that they may rebel against the very rules and regulations that are

required for the survival of society. There is as much value in the experience that age acquires as there is

in the willingness of youth to experiment.

The sexual revolution provides a case in point of the dangers of blind rebellion. For example, many

authorities say, that the family is dead. There are those who claim that monogamy is not a valid way of

life. And, for many young people today, premarital sex and even a communal life style is not only

acceptable, but also desirable. But, nevertheless, there are sexual taboos that even they dare not violate.

There must be some bounds beyond which they cannot venture with out bringing down the full wrath of

a threatened society on their heads.

This book is a study of what can happen to a group of youngsters who venture too far outside the

acceptable limits of rebellion. It illustrates the danger of rebellion that is not kept within limits by moral

judgments and commitments.

What happens when five teenagers, not given a strong moral framework to build on, strike out against

their parents? What happens when the target of their rebellion drives them to criminal extremes?

When the materialistic nature of our society combines with the sexual revolution, sometimes all the

barriers go down. Sometimes all the rational limits are lost. In their willingness to risk everything to

change their own life styles, these youngsters violate not only written law, but also one of the most

fundamental sexual taboos in our society.

In some societies, incest was not only an acceptable fact of life, but also a necessity. In ancient Egypt,

for example, royal brothers married royal sisters to keep the blood of the Pharaohs untainted. It was

also one method of discouraging vicious sibling conflict for the throne.

But today, incest is the one sexual taboo that cannot be lightly broken by anyone. It is totally

unacceptable in this country for brother and sister to live as husband and wife.

This striking literary work traces the history of a youthful rebellion and a criminal conspiracy from its

dramatic beginning to its inevitable conclusion. Lashing out at a despised stepfather, a brother and sister

discover each other in the process. Trapped not only in a doomed criminal act, but also in the web of

their own desire, they discover ecstasy and agony in their forbidden love.

The author pulls no punches in this story of today's youth. With unrelenting candor, from the opening

chapter to the dramatic conclusion, he strips bare the heart of a youthful lifestyle which is shocking in its

frank acceptance of sexual experimentation. In tracing the evolution of the criminal conspiracy, and the

incestuous love affair, he uses the frequently shocking language with which a story of this kind must he

told.

Chapter 1

Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her

thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between

the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples

were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.

At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response. She felt the bulbous head of his

engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of

him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his

muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.

In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his

hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was

hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.

Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's

heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile,

framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot

young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now?

Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was

what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.

Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul,

stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.

* * *

"There enough time?" Paul asked, his fingers sinking into Judy's firm young breasts through her thin

T-shirt. Her nipples were hard, hot knots digging at his hands as he massaged the lush hemispherical

mounds of warm flesh.

"There's plenty of time," she answered, rubbing her fingers over his nipples, then under his arms to tickle

the curling hair in his armpits. "How long does it take to make love?"

"You know I like to make it last a long time," Paul countered, even while he was pulling her shirt up to

bare her sleek midriff. The underside of her breasts came into view. There was just the faintest hint of a

crease under the firm, full globes. Her tan ended where her bikini usually covered her breasts. Her skin

was pale and flaw less. He bunched the cotton of her T-shirt still more, entirely exposing the lower half

of her breasts. He ran his thumbs against her rib cage, along the curving crease of her breasts. Sliding his

thumbs upward, he felt her flesh yield to his gentle pressure. Pressing his thumbs up under her T-shirt, he

found the hard bumps of her nipples. He flicked the tense, rubbery buds, loving the feel of them

bouncing and shivering from his stimulation.

Judy tipped her head back, slitting her eyes as fire lashed through her body. Spreading her bare feet

shoulder width apart, she set her graceful legs for stability as lust threatened to collapse her prematurely.

Her hips tilted, thrusting her pussy forward in an instinctive gesture of raunchy need. Paul's fingers were

hard and rough against her tender skin as he tormented her passion knotted tits. She licked lips that were

suddenly dry and hot, then lifted her arms over her head in invitation to the youth fondling her breasts.

He stripped her shirt up over her head and off with a quick gesture that tousled her curly black,

shoulder-length hair and made her dangly earrings dance wildly. Judy combed her dark curls back with

her fingers, arching her spine and thrusting her firm, young breasts forward, feeling the cool air of the

small apartment brush her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard, demanding, pink peaks on the alluring

pale globes of her breasts.

Paul's hands gripped her breasts tightly, even a trace cruelly, as he sank his fingers into the yielding

mounds. Her nipples drilled eagerly into his hard palms. Her skin was a deep tan, a tan made more

emphatic by the paleness of her untanned breasts. Paul's strong, blunt fingers dug into this pallid skin.

Her tits poked shyly out from between his fingers and he closed them to pinch the taut pink buds

between them.

As lust fires roared through Judy, melting her muscles, she reached for Paul's belt. Deftly she got his big

buckle open, then unbuttoned the top of his faded blue jeans. A curling line of fine light brown hair

arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his

underpants. Gripping the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, Judy ran it down over the

hard bulge of his cock which was still covered by the strained white cotton of his jockey shorts.

Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his jeans down around his

calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the tight pants. Right in front of her face, covered still by

his underpants, was his powerfully erect cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had escaped from

the leg openings of his underpants. His cock was like a tent pole, straining for release.

As she knelt at his feet, Judy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery,

delicate fingers she stroked the rigid tower of his prick through his underpants. A dark wet stain spread

from the peak of that tower. The cords of muscle in Paul's throat stood out with the strain as he combed

his fingers through Judy's curling hair.

Deliberately taunting both Paul and herself, Judy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong

thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid,

sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.

Finally Judy couldn't stand the strain any longer and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Paul's

underpants. After pulling the elastic out as far as she could, she hauled downward. As she did the stiff

shaft of his cock sought escape. It was as if it could see the light. It lifted its rounded head, and looked at

the ceiling.

The first Judy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She

hauled the elastic of Paul's underpants downward, exposing more and more of his cock, the white

pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the

groove curved up ward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale

shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core.

And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls

of his pubic hair.

The shaft of Paul's cock lowered steadily as his underpants were drawn downward, until it was aimed

straight at Judy's face. Without flinching away from it, she hauled his last garment down the rest of the

way, exposing his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at

the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She

didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.

Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she got to her feet. She fondled the rock-hard tower,

feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it

greedily. Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, just over the top of her shorts, as

if ready to fuck her in the belly button.

Paul reached for the button and zipper of her shorts, reaching around her arms and fingers as she

fondled his erection. The zipper rumbled down toward her crotch and curling black hair sprang into

view. She had been relishing the feeling of the crotch of her hacked-off blue jeans sawing into the tender

flesh of her pussy. Now the lack of underpants paid another bonus-the feel of chill air striking straight at

the heart of her sex as her shorts were hauled down.

Judy had to let go of Paul's cock when he knelt in front of her to strip her shorts down her graceful,

tanned, sleek legs. She lifted first one foot, then the other, out as he held the shorts. Then he slid his

hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored

into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.

Judy sucked in her breath involuntarily as Paul's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her

head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris.

Then Paul stood up and guided her toward the studio couch. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled

covers of the narrow bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the

excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as

she lay on her back.

And she had feasted her eyes on Paul's stocky, powerful young frame. As he had stood over her his

cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a

glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall.

* * *

Then he had been on her and that wayward vision of her brother had flashed through Judy's mind. Why

here and now did she have to see that? Why here and now, with Paul's cock sunk in her streaming

vagina did she have to fight down memories of her brother's face, looking older than his seventeen years,

of his tall, lean body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the

jutting cock that she had caught only quick glimpse of.

Then Paul's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Judy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of

pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared

out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Paul pistoned his cock in

her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against

her tender young skin. Lust raged through her.

Paul thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Judy had

frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponding under him as the hot folds of

her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive

under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight

young vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his

attention was concentrated on the feel of her young body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her

clinging, slick, wet folds. Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of baby fat,

and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her

again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each

other's bodies.

Judy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her

hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words

were streaming from her lips as she urged Paul on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her

heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so

fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."

Paul saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts.

The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking

themselves to pump hot semen into Judy's hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cummiiinnngggg," Judy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer

lust as fire seared through her young body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the

face of her brother, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.

Paul was beyond caring what the girl under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into

her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his

whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts,

his muscles straining against hers as he fought to spit her completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, then they both relaxed simultaneously. Judy was

pinned like a bug under Paul's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her

graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender

thighs.

A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Judy's forehead as she nestled her chin on Paul's shoulder

and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths,

leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.

Suddenly there was a thunderous bang at the door of the apartment. Paul rolled off Judy, his cock

whipping free of her pussy.

"Shit!" he exploded, rolling catlike to his feet and turning toward the door.

Judy half raised herself on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness.

The door slammed open, the jamb splintering and the doorknob chipping plaster off the wall. Two

grotesque figures charged into the room, heavy pistols gripped in their hands.

Without a word, the larger of the two invaders swung his pistol backhand, catching Paul on the side of

his head and sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall. As he slumped down to the

floor, his eyes glazed, the smaller, more slender apparition yanked open the closet door and jerked a

raincoat off a hanger.

Judy got to her feet just in time to catch the thrown raincoat in her bare stomach.

Both of the intruders' heads were covered with ski masks, knitted hoods with eye holes and mouth holes

and garish patterns. They wore identical outfits, blue jeans and black ribbed turtle necks, the man's

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