F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

"Oh… oh… oh…!" she moaned, as he drew her unresisting body down to the soft cushions of the davenport, a sinewy hand covering a full, up-tilted breast, instantly, to massage and tantalize.

Ray broke the contact of their kiss, and as he pushed her back on the cushions, smiled down at her, a smile of pure lust, his hands never leaving her for a moment. His voice was a dry croak. "Can't help it… can you?"

Dumbly, she looked up at him, lost in the morass of sensations that surged in her.

He went on, "Damn… you're really hot… hot enough to fuck, right now!" Leaning back, he fumbled with his belt to loosen it.

Watching them from across the room, Don cut in, "Hell… why don't you take her in the bedroom? This is no place for this scene, man!"

The gangly youth looked up at the girl's brother; he had almost forgotten his presence. "Yeah… okay…" Swiftly, he stood to his feet, leaned down and picked Charity up, lightly; with seemingly effortless ease he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Don had anticipated his choice and went into the room ahead of them; quickly, he stripped the coverlet and blankets from the bed, tossing them, carelessly, to a small slipper chair.

For an instant, the auburn-haired girl stiffened in his arms, resistingly, but as she saw that Don was now helping by preparing the bed for her further debasement, she collapsed into herself, an inkling of understanding coming to her. Dear God! Donnie wants me… t-too! Her thought was confirmed by the tremendous bulge she saw in her brother's jeans. N-No… no! Not both of them at the same time! OOOoooh, my God!

The insane idea ricocheted inside her skull, the monstrous thought almost more than she could bear. It's impossible! I–I can't… not with my own brother… a-again! I v-vowed it would n-never… never h-happen… again!

… But, Ray's hands, his tongue, exploring her mouth… and the pernod had set her whole being aflame with sensual desire. As she lay in the middle of the big bed, now, where the tall youth had place her, she looked up at the two boy-men, dumbly, her eyes eloquently pleading for mercy; then, uncontrollably and in spite of her revulsion, she raised her knees, and began to rub her thighs together. It was a completely unconscious action.

Now, Ray eased his lanky frame down onto the bed, reached down and pulled off his boots, dropping them, heavily, to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slight movement of her thighs and the slightly undulating roll of her hips.

One of his long-fingered hands reached out to her leg and moved down the soft, warmth of her inner thigh… moved slowly and inexorably along the sculpted column toward the white crotch band of her nylon panties that barely covered her pussy area. She felt it, intensely, anticipatingly, but there was still in her some vestige of resistance. With a moan, she straightened out her legs flat on the bed, trapping his hand between her tightly tensed thighs and the sheet-covered mattress.

He extracted his hand and glowered at her, "What's with it, doll… getting touchy, now?"

"P-Please… Ray… Donnie…" she begged, "p-please don't…" Her head swiveled between them, pleadingly.

Donnie, lounging on the foot of the bed, watching her closely, said, gruffly, "It's too late, Char! Christ… I'm getting hot for you, too!"

Her piercing wail keened sharply in the room. "Noooo!"

"Why not?" Don asked. "After all… we've already…"

She wanted to tell him, desperately, that she didn't trust Ray Donahue. "He m-might…" she began.

"Might what…?"

"T-Tell on u-us… anyway…"

Her brother looked over hard and deadly at the other youth, "Not one word, Ray… not one, because we're both going to be in on the act, now! I'm going to fuck her, too!"

It hadn't worked the way she thought it would. Everything had taken a different turn. Now, it was out in the open; Donnie had just said it… said that he wanted to… Dear God! What can I do…?

The feeling of overwhelming aloneness and helplessness was strong in her. She had been drugged… and her brother had been a party to it. She was desolate… and betrayed, again!

Then, Ray hissed down at her, "And no more of that stupid yelling! Christ… we don't want the neighbors thinking the wrong things!"

Turning away, he stood up, finished unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them from his long legs. His shirt and undershirt followed; then, with tantalizing slowness he slipped his jockey shorts over his hips to release his lancing hardness to her surprised gaze.

Charity didn't want to look at it; she tried to tear her eyes away from it, but the length of his hardened member, standing out from his hairy loins held a perverse fascination for her… and yet there was also revulsion for the things she knew now that the male organ was capable of doing. She had forgotten, temporarily, the exploding orgasm she had experienced with Donnie. Oh, my dear God… he's so huge! Sudden fear quivered in her. God! She had to get out of there! Run! Get out of that beautiful, soft bed… and run… far away!

… But, she was paralyzed, as Ray leaned over her, stretched out his hand and began to slither it up and down the smooth flesh of one trembling leg, moving it ever upward, until his hand brushed teasingly over her nylon-encased pubic hair, allowing the contact to linger, perceptibly, the light, tantalizing pressure against the vibrant flesh of her delicate, inflamed vagina. She closed her eyes to blot out the obscene vision of him, attempting with all her strength to get herself under control.

Hands began to unbutton her blouse, a different pair of hands. Donnie! Donnie was undressing her, now. Opening her tightly closed eyes, she looked up with disbelief into his smiling ones, noting at the same time that he had removed some of his clothing, also. He was naked from the waist up.

"Oh, D-Donnie… please… d-don't…" she mumbled.

For answer, he flipped open her blouse, lifted her upper body, brusquely, and stripped the garment from her; then, he unhooked her bra, deftly removing it with swift motions and flung it toward the modernistic double dresser along the wall where it joined her blouse. Lowering her back to the bed, a low moan of desire coming from his lust-distorted mouth, he sprawled beside her, avid hands grasping for the mounding firmness of her breasts, his mouth finding and engulfing a spiky, berry-like nipple to suck and nibble.

His hands on her tender flesh were, at once, cruel and inciting, as he clawed at them, feeling the silky smoothness of their firm, young womanliness.

"God…" he said, mouthing his words around the puckering areola of her hardened nipple, "You're something else, Char!"

She should have felt revulsion for what he was doing; her sense of decency, of right and wrong was not completely destroyed yet. She knew it was wrong… she had vowed that it would never happen, again, but the slashing sensuousness that arced in her as he massaged her breasts and sucked on a nipple was too much for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him; the fiery rapture being generated down between her thighs, aided by the pernod caused her to undulate her breasts up to him, offering them to her own brother, while below, her hips began to move in tiny salacious circles. Her desire was, for the moment, in supreme command.

Charity moaned aloud, "OOooh! Oh, Donnie… oh, my God! D-Donnnnniiiiiee!"

Then, while her brother was sending ecstatic thrills stampeding through her, as he shifted his voracious mouth to the other breast, below, she felt Ray grasp the waistband of her panties, and with one slow teasing movement roll them down over her hips and trembling legs. They were her last protection; now, they were gone, and she lay naked and ashamed on the bed, her lovely nudity even more of a sexual goad to the two boys.