Blackmailed Sister 1

Mark lay on his bed, on top of his hastily made covers,
and roamed his own Naked body. His hand slowly moved down
to his hard cock and wrapped around the shaft. Slowly,
moaning softly, he began to stroke it up and down,
lingering on the head and squeezing harder, before moving
down again.

Only one image, one girl, filled thoughts 24-hours a day.
He wanted her. She filled his every desire. Her face
danced before his eyes as his stroking increased. He saw
himself fucking her, using her body that he had to see,
to touch, to taste. He felt that familiar churning in his
groin and increased the rhythm.

He heard the front door slam shut and looked to his open
bedroom door. Even as footsteps started up the stairs he
didn't get up or try to cover himself. He knew who it
was. The only person it could be; the object of his lust
and desire.

He heard his sister reach the top of the stairs and
started to beat his cock with a fevered pace. She walked
passed his room, not even glancing his way as she walked
to her own bedroom down the hall.

He was beyond the point of no return, grunting softly; he
brought the orgasm to its fulfillment. His teenage cock
erupted, spewing his cum over his chest, stomach, thighs
and hands. His hand slowed as he stroked the last few
beads from his dick.

With a morose sigh he looked towards his open door. She
had missed him once again. How many times had that
happened this summer? Four, five? Both his parents worked
late, and never came home early. Having watched his
pretty sister develop from an early age, Mark had begun
to lust after her in a very unnatural way. They were
never close, not at all, and whatever small amount of
guilt at having those feelings was easily consumed with
his need to fuck her.

*

Left alone with her in the same house, forced to be
around her as she wore next to nothing all too often,
Mark finally had to put a scheme into play that he had
long desired. He was going to fuck her. So far, his plan
had failed. Leaving the door opened while he masturbated
had accomplished nothing. And she had never shown any
interest in him. She would never fuck him freely, he now
knew. So, there was only one resort. He would have to
make her do it.

He didn't want to rape her. Well, he did, but that wasn't
an option. He was only twenty-two, home for the summer
from college, and had his whole life ahead of him. Going
to jail for rape was not what he planned for his future.
He wanted to force her, but she had to make the final
decision. And he knew how to do it.

Only nineteen, Anne was still young enough to be fixated
on a single goal, and quite young enough to get herself
into trouble. She was the baby of the family, daddy's
little girl who could do no wrong. She had saved up
enough money to spend the last three weeks of summer in
the Bahamas with some friends, but their dad had already
made it quite clear that he did not wish his baby girl to
go on such a trip.

They had made a deal; if she could spend the first part
of the summer proving she was the perfect angel her
father thought she was, then she could go. One slip up,
and it was all over. Mark had made it his duty to make
certain she slipped up.

At first it was hard. He had a job, and couldn't spend
his days following her around. But she worked as well. It
was the nights that he prowled, following her about with
a video camera in hand.

For two full weeks, he followed his sister from place to
place, house to house, party to party. Through it all she
didn't take one drink, didn't smoke one cigarette, and
didn't use a single drug. She was, apparently, daddy's
little angel.

He filmed her anyway, using prize shots of her bending
over as masturbating material. He was about to give up
entirely when one weekend night he finally caught her
committing a crime far worse than any of the others.

He watched her leave a party and sneak into the trees
behind the house. And she wasn't alone. Mark moved closer
to get a better look, when he recognized the person she
was with. His name was Dave, and he was supposed to go
along on the trip. A good kid, his father had been told,
very responsible. Mark got close enough to make certain
both their faces were visible in the dark light and sat
back to film.

Mark watched in awe as his sister slowly unzipped Dave's
jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. She dropped to
her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down,
letting his cock spring free. She looked at it briefly,
before taking the bobbing member in her mouth. Mark had
already opened his pants and was jerking himself off as
the lewd scene unfolded before him.

Mark had to concentrate to keep the camera on them as she
worked his dick over. He came quickly, long before she
was done with Dave, and was able to relax and enjoy what
he was seeing. She sucked him hard and deep, taking
almost the whole of this prick down her throat. He had
never imagined that she was so skilled. Her head began to
bob in quick, sharp motions, and Dave's knees buckled as
he shot his load into her mouth. She didn't spill a drop.

As Anne and Dave made their way back to the party, Mark
strolled back to his car as happy as he had ever been. He
had her now.

*

Totally unsuspecting, Anne sat in her bedroom and brushed
out her long, brown hair after a long shower. It was
Friday afternoon and her parents had already left for one
of their many weekend escapes. She had a full weekend of
parties all planned. It would start tonight at the house
party. She smiled to herself when she thought back to
last weekend's house party and her little escapade with
sexy Dave in the bushes. Tonight, she fully planned to go
one step further.

She stood up and walked in front of her full-length
mirror to watch herself brush her damp hair. Her thin,
damp, robe clung to the curves of her breasts, and she
noticed that her nipples had hardened while thinking
about Dave's cock in her mouth.

She couldn't wait to have it in her cunt. Anne loosened
the belt and opened her robe. She looked over her exposed
flesh and smiled to herself. She did have a nice body,
she had to admit. Only 5 and a half feet tall, her body
was kept trim by a regular visit to the gym. Her tits
were not huge, but at a C-cup, they were a nice hand
full.

She put the brush down and cupped her tits, pushing them
up and together, enhancing the cleavage. They were so
nice. She let them drop and watched in erotic amusement
as they bounced on her chest. Tweaking the nipples to
make them even harder, she closed her eyes and swayed
slowly. One hand moved slowly down over her firm stomach
and traced a path down over her hip to her thigh. Slowly,
her fingers moved in between her legs and brushed at the
moist opening of her slit.

She moaned slightly and started to wiggle the tip of her
finger inside. Through a barely noticeable crack in the
door, Mark watched the lewd display of his sister
touching herself. His eyes were wide and his cock
throbbed as he watched the scene unfold. He had spied on
her before, but he had never seen anything like this.

As he watched her reflection in the mirror, he took that
moment to slowly back away and head downstairs. It was
either that or he would have to jump her then and there.
Once safely downstairs, he called out.

"Hey, Anne," he yelled, trying to sound annoyed. "Come
down here, now!"

Anne snapped herself out of the moment as she heard her
brother yelling at her. With a sigh, she slipped her
finger out of her yearning hole and closed her robe.
Opening the door she yelled down the stairs.

"What do you want?"

"Come down here!"

"I'm busy. I have to get ready to go out."

"This is about you going out!"

Anne furrowed her brow nervously. Even at 19 and free to
make her own choices, her parents still left her older
brother in charge of things. He had never bothered her
before, but had the authority to royally screw up her
life if he ever chose to. Nervously, she started down the
stairs and found Mark waiting for her in the living room.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to sound angry at this
intrusion. "I'm going to be late."

Mark just looked at her and shook his head. "Look, we
both know that Mom and Dad want me to keep an eye on you
when they're not around." Anne rolled her eyes and Mark
had to fight hard not to break out into a vicious smirk.
"Usually, I don't give a shit what you do, but I have
something you better see." He picked up the remote and
pressed play on the VCR.

She flashed Mark a confused look and turned to the TV. It
was dark, and at first she wasn't certain what she was
supposed to be looking at. But then the scene zoomed in
on the face of Dave. It was still dark, but his face was
clear. The camera panned over slightly and she saw her
own face.

Her eyes widened in sudden realization of what this was.
She watched herself drop to her knees in front of the guy
and start to suck him off. Her face turned red with anger
and fear, and she didn't even notice the rhythmic
bouncing of the camera.

Anne turned and faced Mark, ignoring the TV. She didn't
need to see anymore. Mark watched the scene for a few
moments longer, a smirk dancing on his lips before he
pressed the stop button.

"As you can see, we have a problem.," Mark almost
laughed. "I'm not too sure Dad would care much for you
going away this summer after he sees this."

Anne looked like she was about to faint. The possibility
of her father seeing this only just then occurred to her.
And Mark was right. He wouldn't let her out of his sight
if he saw this. She looked at her brother and her lip
curled in anger.

"So what do you want, Mark?" she demanded, realizing that
there was going to be some heavy price for this to be
kept secret.

"I don't know," he answered coolly. "What do you have to
offer?"

She felt lost. She was totally at his mercy and she knew
it. But she also knew that Mark already had something in
mind. She could see it in his eyes and it made her shift
nervously.

"Look, whatever you want from me, you can have it. Just
give me the tape."

Mark held all the cards, but a lifetime of sibling
rivalry wouldn't let her back down without a fight.

Mark just smiled. "Well, it's simple. I want you." Anne
frowned in confusion. He moved closer to her, towering
over her. "Give yourself to me from now until Sunday when
Mom and Dad get home, do everything I say and ask of you,
everything, and we'll forget this ever happened."

She wrinkled her nose. "What do you mean."

Mark started to get angry at her arrogance. "I mean I
want you to be my slave for the weekend. Do everything I
want." Anne took a step back. The lust on his face as his
eyes moved down to her body was unmistakable.

"I don't think so!" she yelled at him.

Mark smiled and shrugged. "Your choice." He walked over
and ejected the tape from the VCR and handled it idly in
front of her. "Better have fun tonight then. Don't think
you'll be seeing much of your friends, especially in the
Bahamas, after Dad sees what his little girl has been up
to."

Anne just stood and stared at her brother. She knew her
life would be over if her father ever saw the tape. But
the thought of being her brother's slave chilled her to
the bone. Mark stood passively in front of her, offering
her no support or opportunity. She ran the options
through her head, unsure if she really understood them.

She could just walk away and risk Mark giving the video
to her father, which she was certain he would, and
effectively ruin everything. Or she could do what Mark
wanted and be his slave. From the way that he had looked
at her moments ago, she wasn't certain what that really
meant. He didn't want to have sex with her, did he?

The thought made her shudder involuntarily. No, not even
Mark could be so twisted. He would probably just spend
the weekend humiliating her, making her do demeaning
chores. She didn't like it one bit, but she knew she had
no choice in the end. It was only a weekend, after all.
The consequences were too great. At last she nodded.

"Alright, Mark, I'll be your slave for the weekend." She
sneered at the last part, but Mark paid it no mind. He
knew he could expect a lot of that kind of attitude all
weekend and was ready for it. He just smiled and took a
step closer.

"Good. I knew you'd see it my way." He smiled sweetly.
"As a show of good faith." He handed her the videotape.
"I still have the original, of course. You can have that
too when the weekend is done, but only if you've been a
good girl." She shot him a venomous glance as she took
the tape from him.

"Okay, what do you want me to do, drive you around all
day?" she demanded.

"No, nothing like. Not right now anyway. Come with me."
He led the way back upstairs, Anne hesitantly in tow. He
stopped briefly to grab a package from his room before
leading her to her own. He threw the package on the bed.

"First, I want you to cancel all of your plans. Call your
friends and tell them you are going away for the weekend.
I don't want any of them calling here at all for the next
few days. If they do, I might just forget about our
little deal. Understood?"

Anne nodded. She knew.

"Good. When you're done, I want you to put on what's in
the bag. And only what's in the bag. If you're wearing
anything else, well, you know the deal."

Anne nodded again, this time more confused.

"You have twenty minutes to get this all done. When
you're dressed, come to my bedroom." He smiled a strange
smile she had never seen him wear before and left her
alone.

Anne sighed and shook her head, wondering what she had
gotten herself into to. She knew she could still back
down, but that would get her nowhere. She called as many
of her friends as she could think of that called her on a
regular basis and told them that she was taking off for
the weekend. They gave her their best wishes, telling her
they'd miss her at the party and such. She would miss
herself for not being there too. When she was done, she
picked up the package curiously.

Resigned to continue forward, at least for now, she tore
open the package. She looked in confusion at the
contents. Inside was a black and white French-maid's
outfit, the low cut kind with the lacy frills and apron.
It was obviously designed to be extremely sexual, and she
doubted it would cover much of her ass or tits. Also,
there was a pair of her black high heels. She shook out
the dress, but to her dismay found no bra or panties.

Did Mark really want her to wear this without underwear?
She recalled what he had said, and he had been clear.
Nothing but what was in the package or the deal was off.
Well, if things started to get too freaky, she could
always back out later and risk her father's wrath.

Mark Sat on his bed and idly flipped through a magazine.
He wasn't even certain what magazine it was, his heart
was fluttering so rapidly. This was it. This was going to
happen. All those months of penned up sexual frustration
were about to come to an end. His eyes were ever shifting
to the clock, and as the appointed minute got closer, he
got and more nervous. What if she backed out? No, she
wouldn't. She couldn't!

A soft tap on his door caused him to drop the magazine.
He quickly retrieved it and pretended to be engrossed in
the contents. "Come in," he said at last, trying to make
it sound like he didn't know who was there. His eyes
nearly jumped out of his head as the door opened and his
sister stood there nervously in the maid outfit he had
bought for her just for this occasion.

He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the
shapely flesh of her naked legs. They were well shaped by
her workouts, and her almost fanatical tanning made them
an unflawed, golden brown. The short, black shirt barely
covered the tops of her thighs and his eyes moved up past
her waist and to the tight fitting, low cut top.

Even braless, her firm breasts swelled against the flimsy
material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and
tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and
swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her
long, brown hair, she was pretty. In the outfit, she was
as sexy as he had ever seen her. He smiled as she stood
there glaring at him shifting nervously under his
scrutiny.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she half demanded,
half whined. He had always liked her whine, and had often
wondered what it would sound like while she was being
brutally fucked.

Mark put down the magazine and looked around. "Clean my
room," he said. She looked at him like he was an idiot,
which made him smile even more. "Make sure you pick
everything up and tidy it good. And bend over all the way
when you do."

She shot him a venomous glare but slowly started to work.
This was degrading, but it could be worse. Maybe this
would be the worst of it. She started by the door and
moved her way in, grabbing dirty laundry as she went.

"Ah!" he snapped at her. "I said bend over all the way!"
If looks could kill... She bent herself in half at the
waist to pick up an errant sock. "And turn your back to
me when you do."

She froze and thought about backing out. But Mark's smug
look made her want to do what he commanded, if for no
other reason to prove she was better than he was. She
turned her back to him and bend over, then fully over, to
pick up a piece of paper that had missed the garbage can.
She felt slightly queasy at the thought of what she was
doing. She knew that she was exposing her bare ass to his
leering inspection. And even a bit of her pussy must have
been showing.

Mark, on the other hand, was enjoying every second. His
cock twitched and strained against his tight jeans every
time Anne bent over. He was rewarded with several
excellent views of the firm, shapely globes of her bare
ass cheeks, and was happy to see no tan lines. In one
view she had bent over in just the right way to let him
see the perfect view of her luscious pussy. He rubbed
himself as he watched the erotic scene.

Anne sighed with relief as she picked up the final piece
of dirty laundry. Thankfully his room wasn't that dirty.
Now that she thought about it, the stuff she had just
picked up almost seemed to have been placed strategically
about. She turned to him sharply when she realized his
ploy.

"That it?" she demanded, feeling disgusted with him and
herself. He continued to rub himself through his jeans
even as she looked one.

"Almost," he said. "But you see, now I have this problem.
Watching you bending over in front of, displaying
yourself like that, has got me horny as Hell. I think you
had better take care of it for me."

Anne stood and stared at her brother as if realizing for
the first time the plight that she had allowed herself to
become trapped in. "What do you mean?" she asked
fearfully.

"I want you to give me head, Anne," he said matter-of-
factly, surprised at his confidence. Until that very
moment he wasn't certain if he would ever really be able
to go through with it. "Suck me off until I blow my load
in your mouth." He smiled sweetly at her. Anne remained
motionless, fear in her eyes. "Come on, Anne," he yelled,
anger in his voice. "We both know what's riding on this.
Get over here and suck me off!"

Fear started her into motion, but anger and disgust made
that motion slow. How could she go through with it? How
could she suck on her own brother's cock? Maybe if she
just closed her eyes and sucked real fast it would all be
over quickly.

She stopped at the edge of her brother's bed and looked
down at him. He rubbed himself through his pants and
finally popped the snap and unzipped them. He lifted his
ass off the bed and scooted out of the pants, kicking
them off onto the floor. His shirt and socks came off
next, so that he lay before her in only his underwear.
The bulge of his throbbing cock strained against the thin
fabric, begging for release of the tight confines.

"Take them off," he ordered. He was surprised at Anne's
compliance. He could see the disgust on her face, but he
could also see a distance. She was doing everything she
could to pretend that this wasn't happening, that Mark
was someone else, Dave perhaps. He didn't care, as long
as he got what he wanted. Anne bent over him and grabbed
the waistband of the shorts. Mark raised his hips again
and she peeled the shorts from his waist, over his thighs
and finally off altogether.

She stared for long moments at the bobbing, twitching
cock. If it had been someone else's, she thought, she
would have called it beautiful. It was over seven inches
long and a good thickness with a smooth, purple head. But
it belonged to her brother. She would do this, this one
time to be free of him. As sick as it all was, she knew
she had no real choice.

Mark didn't have to encourage her anymore. She knelt
beside the bed and positioned herself over his waiting
cock. Her long hair brushed his naked stomach sending
shivers up his body. But they were nothing compared to
the feeling off her hot breath on his cock as she lowered
her head and opened her mouth. She closed her lips over
the head and licked out with her tongue, testing the
flavor and texture. She started to gag, but more from the
thought having her brother's cock in her mouth than from
sucking a dick.

Composing herself, she went to work. She opened her mouth
wider and plunged her head down on his throbbing penis.
It was hot in her mouth, and felt good. She loved sucking
cock. But she did her best to think this was Dave, not
Mark, and settled quickly into a fast, steady rhythm,
hoping to bring him off quickly.
Mark marveled at the fabulous sensations that were coming
from his electrified cock. He knew from watching the tape
of her and Dave that she had quite a bit of skill in this
art, and that she was trying to her best to bring him off
quickly.

She was a little rough in her urgency, occasional
scraping her teeth or letting him slip out from time to
time. Never the less, he soon felt his balls churning.
Waiting months for this very instant, the moment and the
superior skill being used on his dick were becoming too
much for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the
top of her head as it bobbed up and down. An occasional
slurp could be heard, exciting him all the more. He
moaned and writhed under her skilled mouth, trying his
best to resist pumping his cock into her mouth, wanting
to savor this as long as possible. But he was quickly
losing the battle. He was going to cum, soon.

He reached down and stroked her hair before placing his
hand on the top of her head.

"I'm going to cum, Anne," he whispered hoarsely. "You're
going to make me cum." She put her hand around the base
of his cock and tried to pull her mouth away, but he
pushed at her head, keeping her on him. "No, I'm going to
cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every
drop."

She tried to push away, but he grabbed her head with both
hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth as she
gurgled and tried to scream at him. His ass cheeks
suddenly clenched and he thrust into her, hard, filling
as much of her mouth as he could. First one, then two,
then three globs of hot cum shot out of his shaft into
her waiting mouth. She choked and tried to spit it out,
but he held her firmly in place.

"Swallow it all!" he gasped. "Suck my balls dry." She had
no choice but to swallow, but she refused to suck on him
any longer. "I said suck!" he yelled at her in angry.
Fearful, she increased the tension of her lips around his
shaft and reluctantly sucked on his softening cock.
Another spurt and a few more beads of his pearly cum shot
into her mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a
drop. At last he let her go. She fell away, choking and
gasping for air. She shot Mark a look of pure hatred.
Mark lay on the bed and looked back, his face a mask of
satisfied lust.

For Mark it was everything he had imagined. As a sexual
experience, it had felt amazing, but knowing it was his
sister who had performed it made all that much better. He
sighed happily and looked over at Anne. His sister was
still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and glaring
at him. For her, the experience had been less that
enjoyable. She didn't know if it had been worth it, if a
month in the Bahamas was worth drinking her own brother's
cum, but she was determined to forget this whole this
whole thing, and soon. But Mark had other ideas.

He looked over at his clock and smiled. It was only 7:00
p.m. He still had the whole weekend in front of him, and
it was going to be one hell of a time. Anne slowly stood
and started to leave, snapping Mark out of his reverie.

"Where are you going?" he demanded as he grabbed his robe
and threw it on.

"I did what you wanted," she sneered. "Now leave me
alone."

Mark shrugged. "The deal was you would be mine for the
whole weekend. Its still only Friday night." Her eyes
widened as she looked to the door for escape. "And right
now, my little maid, I want you to do my laundry. Come
along now." He smiled sweetly and started for the door.
His command had been so idle, so calm and casual, that
she felt compelled to obey. With a sad sigh she grabbed
the newly filled basket of clothes and followed her
brother to the basement.

Mark grabbed a chair and dragged it into the laundry
room. Without a word, he sat down and watched. Anne
glared at her older brother, but set to her task without
complaint. What could she do? She had come this far. To
quite now, over laundry, seemed ludicrous, all things
considered. Thankfully, it was only one load.

Mark's eyes drank in her body and it moved and jiggled
beneath her skimpy, sexy uniform. He wanted to run to
her, tear off her clothes, and fuck her against the
washing machine. Even having just had himself sexually
satisfied, his cock still twitched and threatened to rise
at the thought. With some restraint, he contented himself
watching. Anne threw the remainder of his clothes in and
started the machine, looking expectantly to Mark for
further orders. Instead, he just stared at her. She
shifted nervously.

"Why don't you hop up onto the washer until the load is
done," Mark told her. She looked at him, somewhat
confused, but slowly pushed herself onto the machine.
Facing Mark, she crossed one leg over the other to hide
his view from her naked pussy. In a few moments she
realized that her pussy wasn't his immediate focus. The
machine started its wash cycle, agitating visibly, and
Anne rocked gently on top of it. She could feel her
unrestrained tits bouncing inside of her top, and looking
at Mark, suddenly realized he had a great view of the
tops of her tits bouncing with the machine. She tried
several times to uncomfortably cover herself better, but
in the end, gave in to his stares. At least he wasn't
touching her.

The cycle of the machine seemed to take forever as Anne
sat and displayed herself to her brother. When the washer
finally stopped, she quickly hopped off and started to
transfer the load to the dryer. So exhausted from the
ordeal so far, she didn't even think as she bent fully
over in front of her brother.

Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his sister's bare pussy in
the best shot he had seen yet. He smiled at her
carelessness, a new wave of lust creeping over his loins.
Anne set the dryer and turned back to her brother.

"Now what?" she sneered. "You want me to sit on the
dryer?"

"No," he said as he got up from the chair. "I'm hungry.
Make us dinner." He smiled at her and led the way to the
kitchen. She choked back her anger, but followed behind.

Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and positioned
himself to watch the full of the kitchen. Anne stood
there for a time, waiting for him to say something.
Finally she sighed.

"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, slightly angry.

"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in the
freezer."

She glared at him, but set to work. Searching through the
freezer, she found a small tub labeled sauce and tossed
it into the microwave to defrost. Anne set a large pot of
water on the stove to boil and turned to Mark, keeping an
eye on him. She still believed, deep down, that she held
some sort of personal control over the situation. Mark
simply sat and stared at her in total silence. Anne
shifted nervously under the cold scrutiny, waiting for
him to say something, to do something. But he did
neither, choosing to stare in silence, his eyes eating
her body.

Mark was smiling on the inside. He could see exactly how
much he was getting to her, and he loved every moment.
But his heart was thudding against his chest, threatening
to burst. And that wasn't all that was going to burst.
His hard cock throbbed painfully, needing release,
needing a hole to explode into. He was surprised he had
been able to hold out as long as he did, but he would
have to move soon. He watched his sister closely, waiting
for the right moment. The right moment to take her.

It seemed like an eternity to Anne, but the water finally
started to boil. She turned thankfully from the haunting
stare and pulled the pasta from the cupboard. Grabbing a
handful, she tossed it into the boiling pot and began to
stir it idly, unaware that Mark had moved in behind her.
In one, swift motion he grabbed her by the shoulders and
forced her chest down onto the counter.

Anne shrieked in terror and tried to push herself up, to
fight free of his grip, but it seemed hopeless. He was
much stronger then she was, and the way he had her pinned
prevented her arm muscles from resisting him.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at him, her voice
tight.

"What I've been dreaming of for months," Mark snickered
in her ear. "Now hold still. You might enjoy this."

Mark tugged at the knot on his belt, letting his robe
open at the front. His stiff rod swayed as it sought out
the object of its affections, now so close at hand. Anne
whimpered into the counter top as her brother's hand felt
its way under the short skirt and onto her ass cheeks. He
plied and kneaded at the soft globes until his middle
finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger
rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the
entrance to her sweet cunt. She cried softly, causing him
to smile even more. She didn't resist as he kicked her
legs apart and dragged her hips slightly back,
positioning her for entry. Licking his lips, Mark took
his cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy lips.

"Stop," she screamed as she felt the head of his dick
press against her pussy lips. She pushed off the counter
but Mark caught her before she was able to turn away. In
one, quick stab he thrust half his cock into her
partially dry cunt.

She whimpered and cried but he held her firm. Mark put
one hand on her hips, and with the other he pushed her
head down and slightly to the side. Through tears, she
saw the boiling pot of water and pasta getting closer and
closer to her face. Sucking in a hot breath of fear, she
tensed, then forcibly relaxed, trying to accommodate
Mark's size in her unlubed cunt.

Mark held her head above the steaming pot, and sniffling
in defeat, she slowly reached down and began to finger
her clit. Mark grunted and laughed in her ear, and began
to move his cock around inside of her as best he could.
From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and
the action in her pussy, Anne felt her juices begin to
flow and lubricate around Mark's penis. Mark felt it too.
With A handful of her hair, Mark squeezed her tits
through her blouse and stared to thrust up into her. She
closed her eyes and tried to leave her body, to let her
brother rape her without feeling it.

Scalding moisture brought her abruptly to her senses.
Mark began to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. His
body was locked on one, solitary purpose: filling this
cunt with his sperm. As his thrusting became more and
more ferocious, Mark began to push on her head, forcing
her closer and closer to the boiling water.

She panicked. She tried pushing, twisting her way free,
but it was no use. With his orgasm near, she could never
escape his grasp now. The heated steam turned from
irritable to painful as it began to scald her face, to
burn her skin. She had no choice. In a desperate act she
began to thrust back against him. Mark moaned as she
started to milk the muscles of her pussy around his cock
with each thrust.

He couldn't believe how good it had felt before. Now that
she was fucking him back, he knew he couldn't last. He
pulled her away from the pot and slammed her face back
into the counter. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded into
her several more times before at last erupting into her
cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her belly.

His cock twitched and slowly started to soften.

Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly.




wait for part 2