"Good news!" Steffi said the next morning. Marc looked at his sister and wondered why she had to be so damned sexy. They had been sleeping separately since their first encounter, and Marc was finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off the girl. She stood in front of him now in her usual costume, tight jeans and a man's small T-shirt. It was almost impossible for him to keep his eyes off her small, freely bouncing breasts that bobbed so invitingly under her shirt.
"Marc," she said, "I wish you'd stop staring at me long enough to listen. I said I've got good news."
"Sorry," he apologized sincerely. "What's up?"
"Well, besides the obvious," she said, looking pointedly at his crotch, "I may have a lead on Michael."
Marc was resigned to pretending that he thought that hearing about Michael was good news. He put a look of interest on his face and shifted his gaze from Steffi's lovely tits to her pretty eyes.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"One of his dope contacts. He follows somebody who owes Michael a lot of money and he's pretty sure that Michael will show up there eventually to collect. I have to meet him tonight to get the name and address."
"What time are we going?" Marc asked.
"Marc, I'm going to have to go alone…"
"No way!" Marc interrupted. "I'm going with you this time."
"Marc, these people can be pretty crappy…"
"All the more reason," he insisted. "If my little sister is going to go meet crazy people, I'm going to go along and make damn sure she gets out of it all right!"
Steffi looked chagrined for a moment. Her features softened into a smile.
"Okay," she said. "If you insist on playing big brother you can come along. But remember that I'm probably going to try to get the information no matter what I have to do. So behave yourself, all right?"
Marc considered the possibilities before answering. What the hell. He could always change his mind later. "All right," he said.
The building at which they arrived was in one of the worst parts of town. Ugly and dirty, the edifice came fully equipped with several young hoods hanging out in the doorway.
"Will you take a look at that!" one of them called out as Marc and his lovely sister brushed past.
"Nice pair of knockers!" another muttered.
"Sure wouldn't mind letting her test my mattress!" a third announced.
Steffi pulled Marc by the hand in warning. He was normally a very peaceful man, but if anyone had so much as reached out toward his sister, Marc was prepared to lay him out flat.
Like many of the worst buildings in the worst areas, this building was equipped with a downstairs bell system outside the inner door. As this one had not yet been broken, Steffi studied the bells before choosing one with a blank nameplate. They waited a moment. No answer.
Steffi rang again, and again they waited. The inner hallway was filled with a deafening buzz and Marc and Steffi opened the inner door. In a minute, they were standing in front of the apartment door. Steffi turned to Marc before knocking.
"Remember," she said, "we're here to find out about Michael. Behave yourself, right?"
Marc looked seriously at his doubting sister. She knew him so well. "Right," he said.
Steffi gave him one last "I'm serious" look and knocked on the door. An eye appeared at the peephole.
"Yes?" a female voice said.
"Is Jack here?" Steffi asked.
"What's it about?"
"I'm supposed to talk to Jack," Steffi repeated stubbornly.
"Just a minute."
The eye disappeared and in a moment was replaced by another.
"Steffi?" the voice that presumably belonged to Jack said. "I told you to come alone." Marc was beginning to get angry about all the melodramatics. Steffi squeezed his hand as a reminder of his promise.
"This is my brother Marc," she said. "He's all right."
There was a moment's silence, followed by the unclicking of several locks. Steffi opened the door and Marc followed her in. The door was quickly closed and locked behind them.
"Dangerous times, man," Jack said, fastening the last bolt in place.
Jack was a scrawny-looking fellow with shoulder-length hair, dressed only in a pair of patched faded jeans. He had that same bedraggled look that Marc had observed in Michael, and he looked prematurely old although Marc suspected that he was somewhere in his late twenties. His most penetrating feature was the tiny black pinpoints in his eyes which apparently passed for pupils.
"About Michael…" Steffi said, trying to get right down to business.
"Whoa!" Jack grinned. "Not so fast. Let's all get acquainted first."
He paused and lewdly looked up and down Steffi's body.
"Annie!" he shouted. "Get your ass in here!" The girl who emerged from the other room was dressed exactly like Jack in faded patched jeans. Which meant that Marc immediately focused on the pink aureoles of her big naked breasts.
"Hi," she said. Marc and Steffi nodded in acknowledgment.
"Why don't we sit down?" Jack said as he and Annie immediately lowered themselves to the floor. Marc and Steffi followed their example and soon formed a circle on the dusty floor.
"It's hot in here," Jack said. "Why don't you make yourselves comfortable?"
"About Michael…" Steffi began again.
"Why don't you make yourselves comfortable?" Jack repeated, an ugly threatening sound creeping into his voice. It was obvious that he knew who held all the cards in the game.
"We're comfortable," Marc said, surprised at the sound of his own voice.
"It's much too hot for shirts," Jack said.
"That's okay," Marc replied.
Jack shook his head from side to side. "I can't talk with you people looking so God-damned hot," he insisted.
Marc knew it was truly very warm in the apartment, but he also knew from the way Jack had glared at Steffi that his interest in their removing their shirts had nothing to do with their comfort. He looked to Steffi for a sign.
"It's all right, Marc," she said. She was standing up now and pulling her T-shirt off over her head. Marc felt both enraged and terribly aroused as he watched her own pretty breasts softly fall free.
"Nice," Annie whispered as Steffi resumed her place in the circle. Marc removed his shirt to make the toplessness complete.
"Now," he said, attempting to take control of a situation in which he could not possibly take control, "about Michael…"
"Hold on a minute, man," Jack interrupted. "I never talk business without smoking a little grass. Clears the head, you know?"
Annie had by that time produced a joint from her pants pocket. She lit it, inhaled deeply, and passed it to Marc. He looked at her hesitantly. The girl only smiled at him. He took a short toke and passed it to his sister. She followed his example and handed the joint to Jack who dragged on it long and hard before passing it back to Annie. Any attempt at conversation was promptly cut off as the weed made its rounds.
Finally, it was gone.
"Okay, now," Marc said, feeling unaffected by the marijuana. "Let's talk business."
"Right," Jack agreed, "but first let me put on a little music."
Jack got up and put a record on the stereo. Marc immediately recognized it as the same slow dreamy tune to which he had been blown at the Naked Truth!
"Dance?" Jack asked Steffi. The word sounded more like a command than a request.
Steffi shrugged her shoulders in helplessness and stood up.
"Wait a minute!" Marc said, his face reddening.
"Nobody asked you," Jack responded in his threatening tone.
"It's okay," Steffi told her brother, as if reminding him of his promise not to interfere. He sat back and watched as Jack took Steffi in his arms, crushing her naked breasts against his bare chest. Her hands were clasped behind his neck and his rested comfortably on her buttocks as they swayed gently to the music.
Marc forced his eyes away for a minute to look at the girl sitting beside him. He could see that the smoke had done much more for her than it had for him. She watched the dancers in silent fascination her arms crossed comfortably under her breasts. Her face had some of the same hardness that he saw in Jack, but Marc was basically pleased with the pretty softness of the features under the girl's curly blonde hair. He smiled at the thought of her as a topless Shirley Temple.
As he became lost in these thoughts, the girl suddenly looked at him and returned his smile. "Want to dance?" she asked. Marc looked at the couple on the floor. They were rubbing up against each other now, crotch pressed tightly against crotch in slow tight circles. Jack's hands were busily rubbing Steffi's ass now, sliding ever so cautiously around into her crotch. Apparently aroused by the pot, Steffi was gently massaging her partner's neck muscles as they danced, seemingly enjoying the massage which she was receiving between her legs. Marc was confused, torn between his anger at watching Jack rubbing his chest against Steffi's tender breasts and his pleasure at seeing her apparently enjoying herself. He returned his gaze to the girl sitting beside him.
"Sure," he finally answered, unsure whether he had accepted for revenge, pleasure, or both. The girl seemed to understand what he was thinking. She spoke as soon as they rose.
"If you're doing this to get at Jack," she said, "you might as well forget it. My brother's not the jealous type."
Marc was stunned. He looked at Jack, trying to ignore the fact that he was now sticking his tongue into Steffi's ear, and then back at Annie. The family resemblance was so obvious that he was surprised he had not seen it immediately. He decided to be cool and take the news in stride. "Suppose I do it to get at you then," he said.
"Nice," she whispered, squeezing him tightly against her body. She felt good and warm against him, and he realized that the smoke had affected him more than he had thought.
And so the mixed brother-sister dance teams swayed to the slow erotic beat of the music, their heads filled with strange mixtures of hostility and lust. Soon, the four topless dancers were undulating close together. Marc thrilled to the rubbing of his own bare back against that of his sister while his front was pressed tightly against that of Jack's voluptuous sibling. Hands were exploring buttockses and crotches as the room seemed to whirl slowly in sensual rhythm with the dancing. The heavy breathing of the dancers had almost become louder than the record when the music suddenly ended. For a moment, no one spoke or moved, freezing like some obscene painting. It was Jack who broke the silence.
"I'm taking my pants off," he announced, and proceeded to do just that.
Steffi was in an obvious state of arousal, as Marc could tell by the hardness of her pointy nipples, but apparently her lust had not yet overtaken her intellect.
"Listen," she said, "why don't you tell us what you know about Michael, and then…"
"And then what?" Jack said, cutting her off in mid-sentence. Everyone looked at his massive erect cock and waited to hear the girl's answer.
"And then whatever you want," she whispered.
"First let's see what you've got under those pants of yours, and then well talk business," he responded.
Steffi looked him hard in the eye and opened the zipper of her pants. Marc began to object, but it was Annie this time who stopped him from interfering. "Listen," she said to him quietly, "let Jack get what he wants, and then you can get what you want. She needs it as badly as he does."
Marc looked at his sister who was now standing naked in front of Jack. He had to admit that she did not look adverse to a little sexual attention.
"Okay," he said to Annie, "but I don't guarantee that I'm going to be able to just stand here and watch while your brother gets his jollies off my sister."
"I was hoping you wouldn't," the girl replied with just a hint of a blush.
The two then turned their attention to Jack and Steffi. Jack had moved a chair toward the center of the room and was now sitting on it, his cock standing at an obscene right angle from his body. "Come here," he said.
Steffi approached him hesitantly. As soon as she was within reach, Jack shoved a finger into her snatch. Steffi gasped at the unexpected treat. Jack began to move his finger up and down now as Steffi grasped his shoulders tightly in her passion. Waves of pleasure washed over her face, and Jack slid his other hand around to massage her buttocks as he continued to thrust his finger into her moistening cunt. When he knew she was wet enough, he pulled his finger out and wiped it on her flat firm tummy. "Sit down," he said.
Placing his hands on her slim hips, he eased her down with surprising gentleness onto his erect cock. She moaned aloud as his organ passed through her labia and rubbed against her sensitive vaginal walls. He held her firmly by the hips now and guided her up and down, up and down, her cunt tightly clasping his proud member as the friction became greater and greater. She moaned on each down stroke as if each thrust was making stimulating contact with her clitoral bud. The rhythm grew faster and faster as the slippery sliding of lubricated cunt on fat meaty cock flooded both of them with intense muscle-contracting pleasure. Before long, Jack's face tightened in the look of a man who feels the throbbing which means that the come is about ready to spurt. No man could ask for a more suitable vessel than the one that was now pushing herself down hard into Jack's lap.
Marc looked at Annie to see how she was reacting to the exciting spectacle which they were witnessing. As he suspected her eyes were wide with interest and her hands were busily at work in her own lap.
"Want some help?" he asked.
"Sure do," she answered with overt gratitude. Marc lay Annie back on the floor and, after opening her fly, slid the girl's pants off her legs. As he had correctly assumed, she was wearing no panties. He kneeled before her for a moment, regarding her golden snatch with great delight, and wondered just exactly what he should do to her. His answer came almost immediately.
"Eat me out," she whispered hoarsely.
Without waiting for a second invitation. Marc lowered his mouth to the girl's crotch. His mouth closed over her slit and, before she could even cry out in pleasure, he inserted his tongue deep into her cunt. He realized that she must have been rubbing herself quite a bit before he had noticed, for his tongue was greeted by the sweet wetness of her secretions. He lapped it up hungrily as she squirmed in her pleasure, her fingers in his ears pulling his head even closer and harder against her cunt. She was so wet that Marc found himself forced to swallow so as not to choke on the hot lubricants of her passion.
He kept licking at her vaginal walls, pausing occasionally to suck on her hard erect clitoris. He was amazed by the length of that organ, thinking that it reminded him in no small degree of his own rather demanding hard-on. As he sucked the girl's clit, he wondered how good it would be to feel her mouth closed tightly on his swollen cock. As she forked and spasmed in her orgasm, popping off his own rocks suddenly seemed to Marc to be the most important thing in the world.
When he finished, the girl lay there for a minute in peaceful exhaustion. She looked at him and smiled.
"Do you know," she asked, "that Jack won't do that? He'll fuck me so hard I can hardly stand for a week, but he won't put his tongue inside. A woman likes that sort of thing once in a while."
At the mention of Jack's name, Marc realized that he had almost forgotten about the man who was satisfying his sister just a few yards away. He looked in their direction. They were hardly moving now, with Jack surging gently upward and Steffi pushing steadily down, her legs wrapped around Jack's hips and the back of the chair. Marc looked back at the nude Annie and realized that he was even hornier than he had been a moment earlier.
Looking at her sweat-drenched body also reminded him that it was hot as hell in the apartment. The next best thing to getting fucked seemed to be to cool off. Why not both, he thought. "Do you have a shower?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, taking him by the hand and standing up. "Mind if I watch?"
"You're going to do a lot more than watch," he replied.
"You mean I get to rub your back?" she asked coyly.
"And my front," he answered grabbing her wrist and putting her hands on his cock.
"Ooh!" she cried in a little girl's voice. "What happens if I rub it like this?"
Annie began to squeeze and release his organ, running the palm of her hand under his cock as she squeezed. In a moment, her first hand was joined by a second. Marc closed his eyes tightly and surrendered briefly to the warm pleasure of her rubbing. He would hardly believe it, but he could feel his cock growing even larger in her hands.
"Let's save it," he said, reluctantly releasing himself from her firm grip. As horny as he was, he wasn't sure that all the coming he had done in the last few days hadn't worn him out. He knew he was good for at least one incredible cum!
In the bathroom, Annie took charge of finding the perfect temperature for the water. When it was at a perfectly warm but refreshing temperature, Annie beckoned and the two climbed in and exposed themselves to the running water. So cooling was the flow of fresh water over their sweaty bodies that for a few minutes Marc and Annie just stood in the shower innocently cleansing themselves. When he was comfortable, Marc felt an urgent message from his balls which told him he wanted more than a shower.
"Turn around," he said, lifting the soap from the soap dish and working up a rich lather in his hands.
He began to rub the lather on the girl's back, working his way down slowly from her neck. There was something exciting about having her turn her back to him, almost as though she was teasing him, making the sweet mysteries of her front side something which had to be worked for. He was willing to work for them.
When he got to her buttocks, Marc began to work the lather in upward circles. Her ass pressed against his hands as be spread the soap on her plump cheeks. His hands worked their way down to the insides of her upper thighs. As the falling waters rinsed away the foamy suds. Marc crouched down and lightly bit one of the girl's ass cheeks.
"Ouch!" she cried out, but it was a cry of surprise and not of pain. As he began to plant a series of small nipping kisses on the girl's sparkling clean cheeks, Marc slid a finger up into her vulva from behind. She gasped this time, and there was no doubt in Marc's mind that it was anything but a gasp of pain. He knelt there for several moments, nipping at her fleshy ass and finger-fucking her from the rear, before he realized that she was trying to speak to him.
"Marc," she said, "lick my asshole." In a different time and place, her command would have been a highly offensive one to Marc. Under the circumstances, it seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do. He stopped biting and moved his head lower until he could see the bright red opening of her anus. Without losing a single beat in the rhythm of his fingerfuck. Marc fastened his lips to the hairy opening and thrust his tongue deeply inside.
"Oh, Jack!" the girl cried in a moment of thoughtless passion. For a moment. Marc was hurt, but then he decided not to be disturbed by her fantasies. Wasn't Jack her brother, after all, and hadn't he himself been fantasizing about Steffi a number of times in the last few hectic days? If any part of her mind was going to imagine him to be Jack, he would at least do justice to the man.
"Sorry, Marc," the girl apologized, realizing her error after it had already been forgiven.
"It's all right," Marc assured her, removing his tongue from her rectum long enough to answer. Life was too short to hold grudges, he reasoned silently.
Sticking his tongue back into her asshole, Marc tried to coordinate the movement of his tongue with that of his finger. Realizing that his tongue was growing tired a lot faster than his finger, he established a rhythm whereby he lapped at her asshole once for every two strokes of his finger up her cunt. Apparently the system was working. Annie began to spasm violently as Marc continued to poke and lick at her damp lower openings. He longed more than ever to ram his cock into one of those snug holes.
It was obvious to Marc that this was not the time to be thinking of his own problems. The girl was jerking up and down, back and forth, as the first pre-orgasmic spasms began to rock her body. She was double-fucking herself now, pushing her ass into Marc's face in order to plunge his tongue deeper into her sphincter and simultaneously clutching and releasing his fingers which were inserted high into her muscular cunt. He hoped she would come soon, before his stroking and licking instruments gave out. He reached around with his free hand and pressed his palm against her pubes. He could feel the contraction of her vagina around his finger as soon as his palm made contact with her bristly cunt hairs.
The girl came violently, moaning and twitching as finger and tongue slid smoothly in and out of her twat and asshole. When the greater part of her ecstasy was done, she clutched the hand which he had thrust up her cunt tightly against her warm crotch in gratitude.
"So good," she moaned, "but you forgot one thing."
"What's that?" Marc asked, having disengaged his tongue from her rectal opening.
The girl whirled around, having released her vicelike grip on Marc's finger. He was almost hit in the face by a pair of sensational knockers.
"You haven't washed my front yet," she said, thrusting her chest forward with her palms under her globe-like breasts as if in offering.
Marc had not appreciated what a truly marvelous set of tits Annie had. Definitely large, they did not sag the way heavy-chested women's tits are prone to sag – rather, they were delightfully firm and perfectly rounded, not unlike a pair of fully inflated balloons. The thought of washing those spongy organs was an inviting one.
Marc soaped up his palms and began to bathe the girl's breasts. She closed her eyes and rocked gently in pleasure as he covered her full globes with the cleansing foam, gently tugging at her nipples as he washed them. He rinsed her off and continued to roll her nipples between his fingers until they were long and pointy. Her hand on the back of his neck pressed his head down into soft, warm tit. He buried his face in her cool cleavage. He was almost lost in his delight, rubbing his nose around between her breasts and licking them all over, when he heard the girl make her next request.
"Suck my tits," she whispered. For a fleeting moment, he felt resentment over the pleasure he was giving her without receiving any direct release in return. Dismissing his thought as selfish and precocious, he closed his lips over one of her erect nipples and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. The girl sighed her gratitude.
The tit seemed to fill his mouth, and he sucked on it with considerable gusto. In a moment, he realized that the girl's hands had slid down his sides and were now busily massaging his enflamed erection. He tugged at her tit with his teeth in gratitude, and in a moment turned his attention to the other one. She continued to massage him intimately as his mouth carefully explored the elongated tip of one breast while his hand skillfully palmed the nipple of the other. They rubbed each other for several exquisite moments before Annie suddenly withdrew her hands from his organ.
"Now my darling," she said, "I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
All right, Marc thought. "Lie down!" he commanded.
"In the tub?" she asked.
"In the tub," he said.
Annie lay down in the tub, her knees slightly raised to make room for her long legs. Marc grabbed a few towels from the towel rack and offered them to the girl to use as a pillow. As a last thoughtful gesture, he turned off the water.
Fortunately, the apartment was equipped with an old-fashioned but extra large bathtub – still, Marc knew that it was going to be a challenge to satisfy both of them in the tub. He found space between her spread legs and knelt between them. To the girl's surprise, he reached back and grabbed her toes.
It has often been said that a woman's only erogenous zone is her entire body. Marc knew that the best way to satisfy a woman is to slowly, slowly caress and excite every inch of her body before getting to the passion center between her legs. In the past, Marc had usually been too impatient to act on his belief – now, with the impetus of lying with a beautiful naked stranger in a bathtub, he was determined to test it out.
The girl started as Marc began to play with her toes, but in a moment realized that he wasn't going to tickle her. She relaxed as he began to rub her ankles, and found herself actually getting turned on as he began to caress her soles, toes, and the sides of her feet. She reached out to grab Marc's cock, but, through an impressive show of will-power, he intercepted her hand and urged her to relax and enjoy herself. He was determined to prove to himself that he could become excited by knowing that he was bringing a woman close to orgasm without even touching her cunt. His hands slid up and down her firm calves, now, and for nearly a minute he did nothing but caress her lower legs. She was beginning to squirm and shiver as his hands moved to her upper thighs, gently kneading her flesh as his fingers trailed excitingly closely into her crotch. With great tenderness, he squeezed and massaged every nerve and muscle of her legs and feet, brushing by but never quite making contact with her hairy cunt. She was goose-flesh from her hips down and her ass bounced up and down on the porcelain.
"My breasts!" she gasped. "Do something with my breasts!"
Marc looked at her breasts. They seemed swollen now, like ripe melons ready to burst, her nipples extended like pinkies. To the relief of his aching shoulders, Marc reached around front and grasped a nipple in each set of finger and thumb and began to rotate them slowly toward each other. The girl was moaning now as she bounced up and down. Marc removed his fingers from her nipples and replaced them with his mouth, sucking on each swollen nipple as if it gave him nourishment. The girl banged her heels against the surface of the tub, aroused beyond tolerance.
"Now, Marc?" she whimpered like a helpless child.
In response, Marc took his head away from her breasts and moved forward to look her squarely in the eye. He was enjoying playing the role of leader, and he was glad to sense that his aggressiveness was making her feel as soft and feminine as it made him feel tough and masculine. He closed his mouth warmly on hers now, drawing her tongue far into his mouth. He gagged for a moment as he sucked her tongue far into his throat, eagerly licking at it as it explored the sensitive inner tissues of his oral cavity. The girl had grabbed hold of his cock by this time and was frantically pawing at it, trying to convince her lover that the time had come to insert its fullness into her hungry body. He released his grip on her tongue and thrust his tongue wetly into her ear before uttering his single unchallengeable word.
"Now," he said.
As she shook her head in frantic agreement, Marc plunged the full length of his tremendous shaft into the slit between Annie's legs. She cried aloud in her joy, her tight, well-lubricated cunt muscles pulling him far up into her body. Thrusting his pelvis forward, he shoved his cock in to the hilt making rapid in and out motions as the girl twitched her hips in rhythm. The friction was perfect and constant as the two pushed the erect shaft up and down against the snug vaginal walls, and Marc was beginning to breathe very hard as he put all his strength into trying to ram his cock as far into the girl as it could possibly go. He felt the juices of passion ready to flow and decided to display one last show of control before bringing it all to the inevitable satisfying conclusion.
"Five strokes!" he gasped. "Ready?"
"Ready!" she moaned, spasming in delight at the announced closeness of the eagerly awaited event.
"One!" he said, plunging deeply, brushing against the right side of her vulva.
"Two!" he called out, pushing deeply into her again, this time directing the thrust against her left side.
"Three!" he shouted, directing his attack from beneath, his balls rubbing thrillingly against the inside of her fleshy thighs.
"Four!" he shouted with difficulty, the vein of his penis pounding with the pressure of semen ready to explode outward. The girl tightened her slit in response to the throbbing of his organ and the delicious stroking of its broad head against her erect clit.
"Five!" Marc screamed, his cock thrust all the way into Annie's tightly clutching cunt, spasming and jerking as his hot come shot into her body. She moaned and thrashed with him as her own orgasms began rippling through her body, and for a moment the bathroom was filled with the sound of screams of undreamed of ecstasy. When all was at last still, their mouths joined in mutual satisfaction.
"Thank you," Annie sighed.
Marc licked her lips in response as he carefully extricated his slowly sagging cock from her hole. They lay still, tightly embracing, when the bathroom door opened.
In the doorway stood Jack and Steff.
"Any room in there, big brother?" Steffi asked. Marc smiled and shrugged in response. In a moment, there were four naked bodies thrashing and coming and kissing and licking and hugging in the small ultra-crowded tub. Marc was coming in someone's mouth when he heard Steffi's voice over the moans. "Now, about Michael…" she was saying.