Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly.
He wiped his cock on her apron and left her crying on the
counter as he returned to the chair, totally satisfied.
That had been far better than he had ever imagined. Anne
slumped against the counter and sobbed. Her pussy was on
fire and face burned from the near scalding. She could
feel her own juices and her brother's sperm dripping down
her inner thighs. She felt so far away, that this
couldn't be happening. She couldn't even remember what
she had done that could be so awful as to allow her own
brother to rape her.
He watched her from his chair, letting her cry silently,
for several minutes before tapping the table impatiently.
"Anne, I think the spaghetti is ready now," he said
matter-of-factly. "You better serve it before it gets
mushy."
She turned and glared him with pure hate in her eyes.
Mark smiled back at her. She knew, now, that her torment
had only just begun. She said nothing, but took out two
plates and silverware and set two places. With an angry,
distant expression she served out two helpings, smearing
sauce over each and sat down. Mark couldn't believe what
was happening. She seemed to have become his willing
slave. He could barely eat as he stared at her with a
newfound lust.
Anne, in fact, was not so willing. Crying into the
counter top opened her eyes to the realization of what
she let herself into. She had sucked her brother off,
drank his sperm, and let him fuck her. It wasn't too
late, of course. She could walk away. But what would be
the point, now, after she had been put this much.
She would get through this weekend, get that tape and
destroy, and plot her eternal revenge. For now, she would
have to get by. She didn't look at Mark as she forced
herself to eat, but she could feel his eyes walking over
her. She cringed but finished as much as she wanted. When
she looked up she noticed Mark's plate was empty.
"More?" she sneered at him.
"No, I'm fine," he replied pleasantly. "But you know, I'm
a little sore. I think I need a massage."
He got up and started to walk upstairs, not even
bothering to see if Anne would follow. She hesitated, but
slowly got up and climbed the stairs after him. She found
him naked, face down on his bed, his lean, well-defined
body displayed for her. She frowned, but found herself
climbing onto the bed beside him. She started at his
shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. Mark sighed.
"That feels good," he moaned. "Straddle my hips."
Anne slowly swung a leg over his body and settled down on
his ass. Mark groaned as he felt her bald pussy lips
brushing his skin. He could still feel the wetness of her
juices and his cum mixed within her. She worked over his
neck, shoulders and back as best she could. Mark moaned
in appreciation from time, but said nothing, letting her
work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working
out his muscles. By the end of it, Mark was laying on yet
another raging hard on.
Anne pulled herself off of Mark and started to move off
the bed when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
down. Moving quickly, her forced he on her back and
climbed on top of her, pinning her smaller frame beneath
him. She squirmed against him and pushed at his chest,
trying to push him away.
"Mark, no!" she screamed at him as she beat at his
shoulders feebly. Mark grinned down at her. "Got off or
I'll scream."
She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she
could finish taking a breath Mark smashed his lips into
hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes widened
in shock. She lay there stunned as her brother kissed
her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses
and bit down on his lip. The salty taste of blood hit her
tongue before Mark snapped his head back and howled at
her.
"Fucking bitch!" He wanted to fuck her long and slow, but
now she would have to pay for that. He forced her legs
apart and thrust his cock in between her thighs. Anne
fought and twisted, kicking with her legs, trying to
break free, to not let him inside of her again. He
grabbed both her legs behind the knees and pushed her
wide open. In one thrust, his cock found her opening and
buried itself deep inside. She screamed in terror more
than pain as Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders
and ground her body into his own. Her cunt was still
slick from the last fucking, and burying his face in her
hair, he began to brutally pound into her.
Anne grunted as she took each stroke, one direction
filled completely, another nearly emptied. Mark was in
pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal.
He could feel her hot body beneath him and was slightly
sad that he couldn't feel her bare breasts against his
naked chest while he fucked. Oh well, plenty of time for
that later. For now, he fucked her like a man possessed.
Anne closed her eyes and tried to be far away, but the
pounding cock in her pussy kept her too close to reality.
There was nothing she could do this time. Pinned beneath
her brother, her legs spread wide while his hips and ass
pumped in and out of her, she couldn't even move, let
alone try to help the process along. It didn't matter,
though. Within minutes she heard him grunt and felt his
entire body stiffen as his cock plunged in to the hilt.
She felt his hot cum fill her pussy for the second time.
Mark grunted again and moaned with pleasure.
His cock twitched and spasmed inside her. He just fucked
his own sister for the second time in one night! He
started laughing to himself and unceremoniously rolled
off of her. Anne remained on her back, eyes closed,
breathing heavily.
"That was good," he laughed, turning his head to look at
her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. "As a reward, you may
have half an hour for yourself to take a shower and get
cleaned up." She looked over at him and sneered, but got
to her feet and headed thankfully to the bathroom. "And
Anne," he said a s she reached the door, "make sure your
dressed again properly when you're finished." She didn't
even turn to look at him as he spoke, only nodded and
continued on.
Marked lounged in bed, humming idly to himself, as he
heard the water start to run. He smiled happily. This was
going to be a great weekend. No doubt Anne would use the
entire half-hour, but that was okay. He was spent for the
night, and content to merely lay back and recall all the
wondrous things he had experienced that day.
The ringing phone cruelly snapped Mark out of his
revelry. He rolled over and reluctantly picked it off the
receiver beside his bed.
"Hello?" he half snorted.
"Hi, is Anne there?" Marked ground his teeth. He
recognized the voice. One of Anne's friends, one of the
girls who weren't supposed to call this weekend.
"No, didn't she tell you she went away for the weekend?"
"She said that she might be, but wanted me to call her
tonight to make sure."
"Oh, well I'm sorry. She's gone until Sunday night."
"Okay thanks, bye." Mark slammed down the phone. That
bitch! She would pay for that one, too. Mark jumped up
and started for the bathroom, then stopped. An idea
filled his head, and idea so much better than another
hard fucking. He threw on a pair of shorts and headed
downstairs to prepare.
Anne turned the water off and stepped out of the shower
only with the greatest of grievances. Disgust ran through
her body. She had allowed her own brother to fuck her, to
cum inside her mouth and pussy. She had almost scrubbed
herself raw, trying to wash away the filth she felt
inside. It didn't help. She glanced at the clock and
sighed. She had only five minutes left. After seeing what
Mark was capable of, she didn't want to risk any of his
wrath by being late. After drying herself, she pulled
back on the sleazy French-maid outfit and brushed out her
hair. She slowly opened the door and looked out. Mark was
not in sight. She sighed and headed slowly for his room.
"Anne, come down stairs, please." The pleasantness in
Mark's voice reminded her of a snake about to strike. But
she found that her feet were already heading down the
stairs. She passed down the hall, but he was nowhere in
sight. When she rounded the corner into the living room,
her eyes fell on the old, wooden armchair that used to be
in the dining room. She noticed that several straps had
been attached to it. Before she could think about the
strangeness of it, she felt a pair of hands grab her from
behind and toss her roughly to the floor.
Stunned by the sudden attack, she was too dazed to react
when Mark grabbed her again and hauled her into the
chair. She thought about fighting back, but before she
could react, Mark had already fastened one of her arms
securely in place. She jumped at him, swinging her free
arm wildly, but Mark had already forced his weight into
her. Practically sitting on her, he forced her other arm
down and tied it securely. Once in place, she gave up.
Her legs were tied at the ankles and knees, forcing them
apart, and another strap was secured across her waist.
She was his captive, beyond all doubt.
Mark towered over her, staring down.
"One of your friends called while you were in the
shower," he said, shaking his head. "I'm so disappointed
in you. Well this is what happens when you cross me."
He bent down and kissed her hard on the lips before he
slipped a black pillowcase over her head. He secured it
around her neck with a small belt and patted her on the
top of the head.
"Night, night, Anne," he laughed. "Sleep tight."
Mark slept in late through the morning. He lounged in
bed, lazily stretching and twisting as images of his
dream-like night filled his waking mind. He felt a brief
moment of guilt, not just for the forced sex, but also
for having sex for his own sister. But that brief moment
of guilt was quickly and utterly replaced with a stirring
lust. He smiled and headed down the stairs naked. He
found his sister still tied to the chair, her head
slumped to one side in what was no doubt an extremely
uncomfortable position. He could see the curves of her
body through the tightness of her outfit.
He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on his
sister's knee. She didn't stir. He smiled lifted up her
skirt, getting an eye full of her sweet pussy. It looked
so thoroughly delicious as he slid his hand down her
opened thigh and gently rubbed the lips. Anne shivered
and stirred at his touch, her head rolling forward as
consciousness grabbed her.
Anne groaned as the stiffness of her neck shot slivers of
pain through her back and head. She slowly opened her
eyes and started to panic as a strange darkness filled
her vision. Slowly she calmed down as the events of the
past night caught up her. She remembered the fucking, the
humiliation, and finally being tied to this chair and
left there all night. It had taken her hours to try and
fall asleep, and at last exhaustion found her. It had her
still, but something had awakened her, was keeping her
awake. And she felt it in her cunt.
She soon became aware that she was not alone. It was
Mark, she knew, that was kneeling before, one hand
massaging her thigh, the other plying at her cunt. His
fingers rubbed around her lips, moving slightly up to
tweak at her clit, and back down again to slowly push
into her abused hole. Had this been anyone else, under
any other circumstances, she would be enjoying herself
greatly. But even with the intense stimulation, she
refused to acknowledge pleasure.
Mark could take it no longer. It just looked so good, he
had to taste it. He reached around and untied the belt at
her waist and pulled at her hips. She had enough slack to
allow her ass to be dragged to the edge of the chair.
Mark wasted no time. His hands firmly gripping her hips,
he plunged his face in between his legs. His tongue
snaked out, lapping and licking at the lips of her cunt.
She tasted good, so good he forced her lips apart and
sank his tongue deep inside her. Anne moaned and twisted
in disgust and helplessness. She knew at that moment that
her humiliation could not get any worse.
Mark would have been quite content to sit before her and
eat out his sister all day, but he only had a weekend.
And after he was through with her, he knew that he would
never have a second chance. He had to make the most of
it. Reluctantly, he took one final lick and pulled back.
His hands slid form her hips and moved up her sides to
cup themselves around her breasts. He suddenly realized
that he had yet to see her tits and give them the proper
attention they deserved. He smiled at his own neglect.
Grabbing the top of her blouse, he yanked, shredding the
thin material and pulling it to the side.
Anne jumped in surprise, feeling all the more vulnerable.
He stared at her tits, marveling at their curves, at the
small, perky nipples, the full, firm shapes before his
hands cupped the naked flesh for the first time. His
hands and fingers roamed and probed and squeezed at her
tits with abandoned lust. They were simply marvelous. He
bent his head forward, burying his face between the mound
and squeezing the flesh into his cheeks. His mouth locked
onto one nipple, sucking and biting until it hardened. He
slobbered and kissed at it, leaving a glistening trail as
he licked across her chest to the other.
Anne remained silent, trying to keep emotionless to the
attack on her helpless body. She had only to get through
one ore day of this and it would be all over. She could
endure one more day. She sighed in relief as Mark finally
gave up on her tits, leaving them wet and sore, and
started to untie her. She stretched her cramped and
aching muscles as he pulled her to her feet. She moaned
and stretched and reached to pull off the makeshift hood,
put Mark grabbed her arms to stop her.
In one, shift motion he pulled at the flimsy material of
her uniform and tore it free, leaving her blind and
completely naked before him. Mark dragged her by the
shoulders to the couch and tossed her to the floor. She
lay there, uncertain of what to do. She was more
vulnerable than ever and knew she couldn't fight off her
bigger brother, especially like this. Laying on the
floor, slumped against the couch, she refused to move.
Her aching muscles fought against her, fought against the
torment of the night in the chair.
She suddenly felt herself being bent at the waist over
the couch. A strap was attached to her right knee and
pulled taunt. Another was attached to her left, leaving
her kneeling, bent over the couch with her legs forced
apart. She didn't bother to struggle when she felt the
same being done to her wrists. When he was done, Mark had
her secured to the couch in perfect fucking position. The
tension on her arms caused her upper body to be stretched
and lifted off the couch. When he knelt down behind her,
he discovered, much to his delight, that her tits were
open and free to be fondled from behind. He positioned
his cock at her pussy lips and eased it inside of her.
Mark groaned loudly in her covered ear as his cock,
greased with his own saliva and her natural lubrication,
slide deep within her. He buried himself to the hilt. He
could feel the walls of her pussy spasm around his shaft.
He remained within her, enjoying every sensation, for
several minutes, his hands working over her breasts.
Slowly, he eased himself back out of her until only the
head remained inside. Holding her firmly, he slammed back
into her. Anne grunted and bit her lip to keep from
yelling out.
Mark smiled and licked her shoulder as wave after wave of
intense pleasure coursed through his dick. He growled
playfully to his helpless victim and eased his cock back
out, only to slam it in again. Over and over, with an
ever-quickening pace, Mark battered his sister's ass
cheeks, filling the room with the smacking of skin on
skin, his hands never leaving her breasts.
For half and hour he rammed his sister's cunt, mauling
her body with his hands, abusing her with his cock. He
was going to cum inside her pussy soon, but that wasn't
what he wanted this time. He wanted her to swallow his
cum again. She had given him a fantastic blowjob last
night, even under order. He couldn't wait to do it again.
He pulled from her in one, swift jerk, a wet, slurping
sound accompanying his exit. He started to stand and when
her looked down at her ass.
It was a shame to leave her pussy empty while he filled
her mouth, he thought. An idea filled his head and he
left the room. Anne struggled to hear what was going on,
to discover why he had suddenly stopped. She thought she
heard the back door open, and Mark talking, but she could
not make it out.
She could feel Mark walk back into the room and stood
beside her, chuckling to himself. She thought she could
hear a patting sound and suddenly felt hot breath on her
naked pussy. She jumped, feeling Mark sill standing
beside her. Someone else was in the room sniffing at her
cunt. Had Mark invited a friend over to abuse her as
well? She tried to twist and fight away from the loud
sniffing and hot breath that followed her every move.
"You're going to love this, Anne," Mark smirked at her.
She felt a wet tongue lap across her pussy lips and
jumped. The tongue felt huge. It seemed to cover her
entire cunt with each lick. Anne had never felt a guy eat
her out like that. The huge tongue licked forward and
filled her up like a cock.
Anne squealed into her hood as she felt coarse hairs rub
against her inner thighs. Whoever was licking out her
pussy was doing a job like no other. She couldn't help
but to feel her body become aroused as her new assaulter
slobbered and panted around her cunt. Her arousal turned
quickly to fear and disgust when the sudden realization
struck her. It was not a who but a what that was licking
her. And that what was a dog.
Mark grinned as Anne shrieked and tried to pull away from
the lapping dog. Prince, their massive German Shepherd,
followed her every move, lapping away at the delicious
cunt.
"Good boy," Mark praised as he patted the dog's head.
Prince ignored him, intent on his task at hand.
"Mark, no!" she wailed as the dog continued to assault
the captive girl's cunt. She began sopping, the depraved
act robbing her of all of her dignity.
For several minutes Mark just watched in wonder as Prince
licked his sister. Anne had stopped sobbing, and was now
grunting with each lick. He listened carefully and could
have sworn that the grunting was from pleasure, not
humiliation and torment. He smiled and stood up. Anne
could feel the belt around her neck loosened and the hood
was pulled off. She squinted as the sudden morning light
stung at her eyes, but her vision slowly adjusted. She
looked behind her as best she could and watched in wonder
and horror as the big dog ate her.
Mark climbed up on the couch and squeezed himself in
between her and the back of the couch. Anne opened her
eyes as Mark grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her
mouth down on his cock. Her mouth resisted for an instant
before he shoved the cock head, and the rest of the
shaft, inside. He forced in as much as he felt she could
take and started pulling her head up and down on his
penis, jerking himself off with her mouth.
Anne closed her eyes as the sensations between her legs
betrayed her mind. It was good. She had never in her
young life been so thoroughly pleasured orally by anyone.
She pretended it was someone else, and not her pet dog,
that was eating her. She pretended it was Dave. Her mouth
slowly relaxed at the thought. As for the cock in her
mouth, it didn't really matter. She liked giving head,
and as long she pretended it wasn't her own brother, than
it was all right. As he pulled on her head, Anne moaned
softly and started to suck back, her mind lost to the
realization of what was happening to her. All that
mattered was that she was getting the pleasure of her
life.
From his vantage point, Mark had the perfect view of
Prince licking his sister with his massive tongue. The
sight turned him on beyond compare. As he fucked Anne's
mouth, the idea of her totally humiliation brought him
closer and closer to orgasm. After the wonderful fucking
he had given her already, he was close. So when she
actually started to suck him back, Mark could not control
himself. In a rush, Mark grabbed the back of her head and
forced it down on his cock. Hot cum erupted in her mouth.
She didn't have to be told this time as she swallowed
every drop. Mark held her head tight, not letting his
softening cock out of her mouth.
Anne could feel her it deep in her cunt, the growing
sensation of orgasm. She fought against, fought the
betrayal of her body. She didn't want to cum by a dog's
tongue. When Mark's cum flooded her mouth, however, the
fire increased a hundred-fold. She swallowed his
incestuous sperm eagerly. She closed her eyes tight as
Prince continued his vicious licking. Anne suppressed a
deep moan, letting out a quiet whimper as wave after wave
of intense, animal sexuality rushed through her body. She
wanted to cry, to scream, to holler at the top of her
lungs, but she wouldn't give Mark that kind of
satisfaction. She whimpered, his soft cock still in her
mouth, and did all she could to keep from biting down.
The dog lapped at her flowing cum until he was satisfied
and, tail wagging, went into the kitchen. Mark groaned,
having just witnessed the most erotic event he could ever
imagine. Smiling lazily, he pulled himself off the couch
and, patting Anne on the head, went upstairs to shower.
Anne slumped against her bindings. They stretched at her
arms and shoulders, but she was too exhausted by the
whole ordeal to care. How could her body betray her so
completely? How could she get off on a dog licking her
cunt? It had been good though. So good...
A wet lick on her inner thigh snapped her awake. She
turned her head and saw Prince standing behind her again,
licking at the pussy juice that was dripping down her
thighs. He moved closer and began lapping at her cunt,
forcing his tongue back inside her again.
"Prince," she yelled at him. "Bad dog. Go! Go to the
kitchen!"
The dog ignored her. Without Mark there, he was free do
to as he wished. And right then he seemed content to lick
out her pussy. Anne tried again to move her waist as much
as she could to get away, but the dog's long tongue never
left its target. It lapped and lapped, sending a new
current of electric urges through her body. She moaned
out loud this time, aware of the shower still running and
her own privacy.
She couldn't help herself and found her ass pushing back
against the dog's probing tongue. She curled her hips
until the lapping was centered on her clit. She moaned
and writhed, her fists tight balls as felt a new climax
building inside her. Just as she neared the breaking
point, Prince stopped and moved away from her. Anne's
eyes snapped open and she looked around desperately, only
to find Prince at Mark's feet, tail wagging happily at
its master.
"Good boy," he said, patting the dog's head and
scratching his sides. "Such a good boy." He looked over
at his sister with a smile of pure smugness and led the
dog to the back door and outside. When he returned he
stood over his sister and stared at her with lust in his
eyes.
"Told yeah you would like that," he laughed and started
to untie her. When she was free, Anne stood haphazardly
up, still stiff and weak from the night in the chair. "Go
get showered and put on what I lay out for you. It'll be
ready in your room. You have half an hour. Don't be
long." He smiled sweetly. Anne glared at him but said
nothing as she left thankfully for the bathroom.
For the remainder of the morning and most of the
afternoon Anne almost enjoyed herself. Mark took her out
to breakfast, and then lunch. He took her to various
shops and stores, buying her clothes and small pieces of
jewelry and basically whatever else she desired.
Through it all Mark made pleasant small talk about
anything and everything. Anne would have thought that he
might have felt guilty about what he had done to her,
that it was all over, had it not been that Marks's eyes
were ever devouring her body. He had chosen for her a
pair of black high heels and a thin, one piece summer
dress that was cut low in the front and was hemmed up
high on her thighs. Every time she thought he was being
genuinely nice, all she had to do was look at the lust in
his eyes to know better.
In the late hours of the afternoon he took her to a mall
on the far end of the city, one that neither of them went
too very often. It seemed a little suspicious to Anne,
but there was nothing she could do. He led her to a large
department store and told her to pick out one piece of
clothing, anything she wanted. Anne smiled happily and
dove into the isles, pulling pieces from the racks, not
equating herself as a prostitute with Mark buying her sex
with clothes. She escaped to the dressing room, thankful
that Mark didn't interrupt her as she changed outfits and
viewed them all in the privacy of the little room.
At last she emerged with a bundle of clothes in one hand
and a single dress in the other.
"I'll take this-" She was cut off as Mark, seeing the way
clear, clamped a hand around her mouth and forced her
back into the small change room. She dropped the clothes
as Mark spin her around roughly bent her over. Flipping
the short dress over her ass and onto her waist, Mark
undid his pants and dropped them to his knees.
Mark pushed the head of his cock into her cunt and,
grabbing her hips in both hands, forced the rest of his
cock slowly inside. He moved slowly for a few thrusts
until he felt her moisten, then fucked her as fast as he
could in the small room. Anne shuddered and grabbed onto
the shelf for support as her brother fucked her from
behind. He jerked in and out of her in quick, short
thrusts, one hand slipping under her to grab a tit while
the other balanced on her waist.
Within a few, short minutes he was sweating from the
effort but could feel his orgasm close at hand. Pounding
into her, he came quick and hard, pumping his seed deep
into her cunt. He groaned as his knees buckled and
latched onto her body for support. He chuckled and pulled
himself out as he licked her ear.
"Thanks, sis," he sneered and pulled up his pants.
Checking to see that the way was still clear he stepped
out and closed the door behind him.
Anne shivered and slumped against the wall. Mark's cum
dribbled down her leg. With disgust she realized she had
to clean herself up and pulled one of the discarded
outfits from the floor. She grimaced as she wiped his cum
from her leg and stuffed some of the clothing between her
legs to sop up the mess and prevent further leaking.
Anne felt a little disgusted, and a little naughty, as
she placed the dirtied clothing into the pile and left
them all on the bench. Retrieving the dress she intended
to buy, she stepped out to find Mark waiting against a
pole, like a boyfriend waiting impatiently for his
girlfriend to finish her business. He put his arm around
her shoulder and pulled her against him when she tried to
pull away, and led them to the cashier.
Mark led her through the mall, still attached to her like
a lover. Now she knew why Mark had chosen this out of the
way shopping mall to take her. They were unlikely to meet
anyone they knew, and Mark could act however he wished
with her. She felt sick to her stomach, but let him lead
her around.
He stopped outside a large shoe store and guided her in.
"Might as well get some shoes to match your new dress,"
he said as he kissed her ear.
An older man who seemed to be the manager jumped forward
to take care of them when he saw pretty Anne in her short
dress enter. He was a medium sized man, slightly balding
and showing generous signs of age induced spare tire
around the waist from too much junk food.
Anne took a seat with Mark standing close behind her and
pointed out several different styles. With each pair, the
man became more and more bold, his hand resting higher
and higher on her leg until it reached her knee, then her
thigh.
She was painfully aware of the unwelcome touching, and
even more aware that each time he placed a shoe on her
foot he would lift her leg and stare under her skirt at
her bald, naked pussy. He began to sweat, though the
effort was almost nonexistent.
Mark was also aware of the man's attention to his sister.
The shoe salesman looked up more than once to find Mark
watching him, but each time Mark responded to his nervous
glance with a nod and a smile. Embolden even more by this
encouragement and Anne's lack of negative reaction, he
licked his lips nervously and slid his hand up her inner
thigh.
Anne closed her legs before he could touch her pussy and
squirmed back, but said nothing. Behind her back, Mark
smiled and gestured meaningfully towards the back storage
room. The man looked to it, then back to Mark, sweating
even more.
"This style seems a little uncomfortable," he told Anne,
trying to retain his professional air. "I think I have
some in the back with a different toe that you might
like. If you'd like to follow me." With a nervous glance
at his two employees the man led the way to the back
room.
Mark nudged Anne, and she reluctantly got up to follow.
Mark had to push her twice to get her all the way inside,
and the man closed and locked the door behind them.
Mark grabbed her from behind and clamped one hand over
her mouth, just like he had in the dressing room. But
this time, instead of bending her over, he pulled her to
the floor.
"You want her, don't you," Mark told the man. The man
only nodded and stared down as Mark held Anne to the
floor. "Come on, take her then. She's yours."
At first the man hesitated, uncertain if Mark was
serious, or if he was just toying with him. But when Mark
grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up,
revealing her lovely naked pussy, his mind was made up.
He stripped off his pants and underwear and moved towards
her.
It took both of them to hold her down, Mark's hand still
over his sister's mouth as she screamed into it. The fat,
sweating man crawled between her legs and took his cock
in hand. Mark had to keep from laughing as he saw the
puny thing, maybe 5 inches long, push into her. Mark
wondered, as the man entered his sister, if he realized
that it was another man's cum that made the entry so wet
and smooth.
Anne continued to try to scream and fight, biting and
cursing into her brother's hand. But when the man lowered
all of his weight on top of her and started to fuck her
in earnest, she gave up the fight. Mark removed his hand,
letting her head roll to the side, and took a step back
to watch. The large man totally covered his little
sister. All that was really visible was her legs, splayed
out to the side of his humping body, and her head, eyes
wide in disbelief.
The older man didn't have much style, Mark thought
curiously. His rhythm was all off, and he huffed and
sweated profusely on top of the trapped girl. With his
tiny cock and the treatment Anne had received that day,
he doubted that his sister could even really feel him
inside of her. And he doubted very much that she could be
enjoying this. All the better, he thought, because he was
enjoying it immensely.
Not surprisingly, Mark thought, the older man came quite
quickly. Looking at his watch he was surprised that not
even five minutes had passed before he grunted, tensed a
few times, and went limp on top of her. Smiling, the
pervert started to lick Anne's face, much to Mark's
amusement. He could have stayed and watched what would
have happened next, but he was tired, and starting to get
hungry again.
"Alright, bud," Mark said as he stepped forward. "Fun's
over. We gotta go."
The man looked at Mark, slightly angry at first, then
uncertain as to what to do. Finally, he pushed his sweaty
body off of Anne and started to clean himself up. Mark
pulled his sister to her feet, and without even
straightening her clothes, pushed her for the door.
"Thanks," the man wheezed. "That was great."
Mark smiled and opened the door. All eyes in the store
stared as they saw Anne, quite disheveled, and for those
who looked close enough, with a glistening stain on her
thighs. Mark didn't give them a second look, but paraded
her out the door.
Anne thought she could die at the moment, and would if
Mark hadn't taken her straight to the car. Her mind
couldn't quite grasp what had just happened.
Mark stopped for fast food, which Anne ate without
appetite, but ate nonetheless. By the time they got home
it was getting late. Anne sighed when she saw the clock.
The day was almost over. It was all almost over.
"It's been a great day, Anne," Mark teased. "But pretty
tiring. Know what would be really great about now?" Anne
glowered at him. "A nice hot shower. And I think I need
someone to wash my back for me."
"Fuck you," Anne snapped.
"Oh, I will," Mark sneered and dragged her roughly up the
stairs.
He pulled her dress over her head and shoved her into the
shower, turning just the cold on. Anne howled and quickly
adjusted the temperature, giving Mark time to strip and
climb in behind her. His cock throbbed as it bumped
against her wet ass, but he didn't want to touch her with
the sweat and cum of that old man all over her. He pushed
her under the water and left her alone.
Anne gratefully allowed herself to be swallowed by the
warm, soothing stream of water. She accepted the soap
from Mark and washed all memory of what had happened
away. Under the water, she allowed herself to be taken
away to a better place, a place where she was free from
this nightmare she had allowed herself to get into. She
closed her eyes and started to cry.
Suddenly there were strong arms around her, holding her
close. Lips, so full of passion and desire met hers, and
she kissed them back. She wrapped her arms around this
person who would protect her, and allowed him to take her
from the shower and carry her to her room, all the while,
never releasing their kiss.
Mark laid Anne tenderly on the bed, all at once surprised
and amused and aroused. He slipped in behind her and
nestled her neck, tasting her soft skin. Anne moaned and
pressed back, her eyes never opening. She allowed Mark,
even helped him, to lift her leg and slip his cock inside
of her. He fucked her slow and long in the spoon
position, his arm around her side, his hand feeling her
soft breasts, his mouth kissing and licking.
He rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of
her, his lips kissing hers, his tongue twisting around
his sister's. He slid his cock back into her pussy and
fucked her long and slow into the night. When at last he
came inside of her, he pulled out and slumped down on the
bed, exhausted. Like lovers, they fell asleep in each
other's arms.
Mark awoke with the sun bright in his eyes. He looked
over and found his sister's head resting on his shoulder,
her face peaceful and happy. He smiled to himself. That
look would soon change. On the far side of her he spied
her alarm clock and almost gasped. It was nearly 11:00
a.m. Something Mark didn't tell his sister was their
parents were due back just before noon, which was anytime
now. Damn. He didn't mean to sleep so long. But he still
had the chance for one final fuck.
He moved closer and rubbed a finger along her clit and
down to her snatch. Rubbing at the opening, he slipped a
finger inside her cunt and instantly felt her moistening
at his touch. She must be dreaming, he thought. He kissed
her and she stirred and rolled her head back, opening her
eyes sleepily.
"Mmmm, morning," she whispered as her vision cleared.
"Mark?" She blinked, unsure if she was seeing right.
Memories of last night, of fucking him so tenderly
flooded back to her. She made a face like she was about
to throw up.
"Morning, sister," Mark smiled in amusement. "Sleep
well."
Anne ignored him and tried to climb out of the bed, but
he caught her arm and dragged her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" He snapped.
"Look, I did what you wanted," she whined to him. "Now
leave me alone."
"Can't," he laughed. "We made a deal. And the weekend
isn't over yet. Don't tell me you're going to quit so
close to the end." She sighed and looked at him
desperately. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. You only have
to fuck me once more, and the deal is done." She glared
at him. "But you have to fuck ME."
"What do you mean?"
Mark laughed and lay back on the bed. "I mean, I'm just
going to lay here. You have to suck me off, get me nice
and hard, and then ride me until I cum. That's the deal."
Anne made the face again. "It's that or we call the whole
thing off."
She sat in silence for a long time. "Okay," she finally
whispered. Mark nodded and pulled the covers off of him,
revealing his limp cock.
Anne sighed and bent over, her long hair trailing on his
skin. His cock started to twitch already, but her fought
against it. He wanted to enjoy this. Anne decided that if
she was going to have to fuck him, then she would make
damn certain that it was quick. She opened her mouth and
swallowed his flaccid penis and his balls, taking it all
into her mouth in one bite. She licked at his balls
inside her mouth and sucked hard. Against all his will,
his cock started to harden. She spit out his balls and
started to bob her head rapidly, making him fully hard as
fast as possible. He tongue worked over his shaft,
dancing around his head. It felt so wonderful that he
briefly considered cumming in her mouth again.
Satisfied that it was fully erect, Anne stopped sucking
and sat up. She looked down at Mark with disgust and
swung her leg over his hips. Mark grinned up at her and
put his hand behind his head to watch as she took his
cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly she sat
down, taking his entire length into her. She moved slowly
at first, not wanted to be hurt like all the times before
and started to rock back and forth on his dick. Mark
looked up and marveled at how beautiful his sister was in
the morning light.
His hands reached up and cupped at her tits, squeezing
and kneading at the flesh. Anne worked her brother over
with every trick and talent she had learned, trying her
best to bring him off fast. She flexed and squeezed her
pussy around her his cock. She raised her hips so that he
was nearly all the way out of her, then tightened her
cunt muscles and forced his cock back inside. She bounced
and rutted on his cock with a fury, her breasts flopping
around in a lewd, erotic display that drove Mark wild.
Through it all he remained nearly motionless except to
occasionally fondle a breast or squeeze her hips.
Half an hour later Anne was almost in tears. For her it
had been a trial in frustration as her brother would not
give in. For Mark, it had been an incredible screw. He
was prepared to let her go, to cum inside her and end her
torment, when the sound of a garage door opening rattled
through the silent house. Anne pulled of Mark's cock and
leaped to the window, staring down in horror and relief
as she saw her parent's car waiting for the slow door to
rise.
"Get back here," Mark growled. "We're not done yet."
"But mom and dad are home," Anne said, incredulous to
Mark's statement.
Mark, infuriated, leaped to his feet and flung his sister
to the bed and jumped on top of her.
"I said one more time," he yelled as he shoved his cock
back into her. Anne gasped in pain as Mark pounded her,
shaking the whole bed with his furious attack. He fucked
her with a purpose, to cum inside her as quickly as
possible. The headboard banged ad rattled against the
wall as he fucked her. Anne cried out and grunted in
pain, but Mark didn't care.
With one, final, deep thrust, he came, filling her again
with his incestuous sperm. Mark grunted, glared down at
Anne and pulled away. Flinging his robe on, he didn't
even look back as he went downstairs to greet his
parents.
Anne watched her brother leave and curled into a ball,
very aware of her raw, throbbing cunt. Her breathing
slowed and she smiled to herself. She couldn't wait until
Mark caught her doing something naughty once again.
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