The rest of the evening was terrible. Joey had a big wet stain on his crotch. So he had to sit with his arm over it so Jane wouldn't notice. And in that position he couldn't do much to her. Not that he still felt like necking. If he got anywhere again, he would be afraid of being blown up by another cherry bomb.
Still, sticking his finger up Jane's cunt had been a thrill. He wouldn't have missed it. But it hadn't solved his problem. Now that he knew how wonderful the interior of a cunt felt, he was even more eager to sink his prick into one.
CHAPTER TWO
"You seemed to be having a good time last night," Betty said to her brother the next day.
"Yeah, I saw you peeking at us," he said. "I wasn't peeking," Betty said. "I just happened to glance back there. You were doing pretty good."
"Until that idiot threw that cherry bomb," Joey said.
"Yeah, that was pretty funny," Betty said.
"Funny?" Joey asked.
"Oh, that's right," Betty said. "It happened just as you were sticking a finger up Jane's cunt!"
"That's right," Joey said. "And I happen to think that's more fun than getting blown up."
"You little sex maniac," Betty teased as she gave her brother a shove.
He had been standing in front of a footstool in the living room. So when his sister pushed him, he fell backward over it. He jumped up and began chasing Betty.
They still liked to fool around like this. Once Joey felt his sister's tits as they wrestled around.
He caught her in the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arm and wrestled her to the floor. Then he sat on her stomach, pinning her down.
He had done this to his sister hundreds of times since they were little. But now it was different. As he looked down at his sister, he couldn't help noticing how her lovely tits rose from her chest. "Uhhh, you weigh a ton," Betty said.
Then she felt the same sexy stirrings that her brother felt. They were silent for several seconds. Joey had to resist grabbing her tits even though he was dying to.
Trying to get into a playful mood again, Joey bounced on his sister's stomach a few times, making her holler. Then he got off her.
"God, you're heavy," Betty said. "I thought you were going to crush me."
But then she gave her brother another shove and ran out of the room. He ran after her.
This time she ran up the stairs and into her room. She tried to close the door, but Joey was right behind her. He barged in and began shoving his sister.
He pushed his hands out roughly, forcing her back toward the bed. Betty tried to fend off his shoves, but a few times his hands flew to her chest where they crashed into her tits.
"Hey, let's not get personal," Betty giggled.
Finally she was backed up to the bed. Joey kept shoving, though. And Betty tumbled backward. She landed on the bed with a bounce, her tits bouncing the most.
Now that Joey had gotten a few feels, he couldn't resist trying for more. So he jumped on top of his sister again. She began beating her fists against his chest, and Joey had to grab her wrists and hold them down.
Once again he was looking down at her jugs. He could see how they rested on her chest under her jersey, and how they slipped down over the sides of her ribcage.
"Your tits slide right off your chest when you're on your back," Joey said.
He was straddling his sister's body. Now he began shoving her tits around with his bent knees.
"Hey!" Betty yelled as she wiggled, trying to escape.
Joey had never teased her about her tits before, nor had he touched them without pretending it was an accident. But now that he was doing both those things, he wondered why he hadn't done it before.
"Joey!" Betty hollered. "Stop it!"
But she wasn't angry Joey noticed. Her voice sounded just as it did when he did something innocent to her like twisting her arm or pulling her hair.
The idea that he could fool around with his sister's tits and not have her hit the roof made Joey braver.
He let go of her wrists. She began pummeling him with her fists again. But Joey knew that the best defense was a good offense. So he grabbed her tits.
"Joey, come on now!" Betty yelled.
But she didn't sound mad enough to make the boy quit. He was grabbing handfuls of his sister's hose tit-flesh.
"Joey!" Betty yelled as she kicked with her legs and kept thrashing her brother with her fists.
But she wasn't hurting him. And she could have if she wanted to. So Joey assumed she really didn't mind him grabbing her jugs. He was noticing how her tits were different from Jane's. Betty's tits weren't as firm. He had noticed before how his sister's tits sagged slightly on her chest, unlike Jane's which stood proud and high.
His sister's jugs filled his hands as he squeezed them.
"You started it," Joey said.
But he noticed that Betty wasn't struggling as much any more. And the expression on her face had changed.
"Oh, Joey," she gasped.
Joey couldn't believe what was happening. But it was obvious. He was exciting his sister by feeling her boobs.
Betty stopped fighting. She put her hands on Joey's hands and pressed them even more firmly over her rolling tits.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," she moaned.
Betty had her face turned to the side. But Joey could see a slight smile on her mouth. Her teeth were bared. She wasn't kidding around. Joey had been surprised at Jane's reaction to having her tits massaged the night before. Now he was absolutely astonished. What had begun as horseplay had turned into something very different just because he had grabbed his sister's tits.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Betty moaned as she twisted hornily under her brother's weight.
Joey had watched his sister as she walked around the house in her sexy outfits. He had seen how her tits bounced and her ass shook. He had gotten hard-ons watching her. But he never thought he would make her writhe with passion as he rubbed her tits.
Not knowing what else to do, Joey just kept moving his hands over his sister's jugs while she got hotter and more excited.
Then it occurred to Joey that he could probably do whatever he wanted with her. She seemed to be beyond stopping him. She was in heat like an alley cat.
Joey climbed off his sister, but he didn't let go of her tits. He lay next to her. Then, still holding one of her tits in a firm grasp, he kissed her.
Betty kissed him back. They stuck their tongues into each other's mouths.
Just as he did the night before with Jane, Joey dipped his hand under Betty's jersey and scooped up her bare tit. When he held her boob without her jersey in the way, Joey could appreciate how her soft tits really felt.
"M-m-m-m," Betty moaned happily.
Joey got another idea suddenly. And as soon as he thought of it, he knew he couldn't resist. He began pulling the front of his sister's jersey up over her tits. He had to see those beauties.
"Oh, Joey!" Betty cried as she half-heartedly tried to stop him.
She grabbed his wrist as he tugged at her jersey. But she had no strength, no will, to stop him. And Joey was lifting her jersey with unleashed fury.
When her boobs were uncovered, Joey stared down at them. He seemed transfixed by the sight.
Betty's tits were snowy white, contrasting with the tanned skin on her shoulders and belly. In the middle of the white globes were dark-brown circles of puckered flesh.
Betty's jugs really did slide to the sides of her chest in her reclining position. Joey put his hand on the side of one sagging boob and shoved it up on her chest. Watching her tit being moved around on her chest like that was just as exciting as feeling it.
"Suck them," Betty whispered hoarsely.
Joey looked his sister in the eye for a split second. Her eyelids were drooping, her mouth open. She looked as though she were doped. But Joey knew that it was lust showing on her pretty face.