F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

Don, aware that she needed to be lying down, supported and helped her onto the bed, then, began, hastily to strip his own clothing from his eager, anticipating body. As he stood tail above her, he devoured the perfection of her lush, young nakedness, his eyes roving over her taking in every detail of the voluptuous beauty of her. Christ! She's the most!

"God damn it, Sis… You've really got it!" he said.

Charity writhed on the bed in an agony of need, watching as her brother stripped naked before her, standing finally, lithe, lean and muscular, his hard, fleshy penis standing out in virile erection at an acute angle, aiming itself at his navel, while below his testicles, she noticed had been drawn up taut within his scrotum. Oh, his penis is so huge! I–It'll never be able to fit inside me! There's never been anything bigger than my finger in there!

Remembering her virgin state, a feeling of fear arced in her chest, causing her heart to pound, momentarily. Oh, God! I–It'll tear me… hurt me… terribly!

He noted the intent direction of her gaze and grinned at her. "Bet you're worried… Aren't you…?" he asked.

"W-Worried… about what, Donnie?"

"I saw you eyeing my cock, and I got the idea you were worried about whether I'd be able to get it in."

In spite of her trembling body, she had to smile at him; she was not sure whether it was a case of mind-reading or a case of inflated ego. Lightly, she returned, "There is a difference in size, that is…"

"Don't worry, Char… I'll stretch you a little with my finger first… then, I'll fuck you!"

Charity loved her brother, more than ever, from that instant; his seeming concern for her, in the face of his own great need, overwhelmed her. Thank God! He was not going to ram his big thing in her right away; instead, he was going to be slow and gentle, just as he had said he would be.

"Oh, Don… oh, my Donnie…" she murmured.

Then, he was beside her on the bed, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her breasts, belly, thighs and pubic mound; finally, his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her genitals, massaging in a general way the whole oval of her pubic triangle. Her pelvis moved in tiny, churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was fully aroused… would remain so until she exploded in orgasm. Christ! He was so hot, himself! He wasn't sure that he could hold off much longer. He had to get his cock in her little cunt and fuck her! His balls ached from his great need, and his prick throbbed, painfully.

Shifting his position, he moved to kneel between her legs, levering them apart as he crawled part way into the open vee they made, then lifting by the knees, he flexed them and splayed her thighs wide apart to expose her young virginal cunt completely to him. His eyes gazed hungrily down at her nakedness, the coralline flesh of her vaginal split glistening moistly in the dim light of the room, and peeping out between the fleshy lips of her vulva he could see the deeper coral of the inner petals clasped tightly between the fleshy folds of her virginal pussy.

It happened then.

She felt his finger tracing the thin furrow of her exposed female slit, and she squirmed, involuntarily, beneath the tantalizingly salacious probing. Moaning aloud in an emotional agony of sensual desire, as the electric shock of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her legs, she squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, her moan changing to a helpless mewl under the impact of his taunting finger. The sensitive flesh of her vagina seemed to cringe as he gently parted the fleshy, hair-lined folds of her vulva to expose the moist, pink and tender tissues of her virginal cuntal opening. She sensed the wetness present in her vagina and knew that it was the result of her high state of sexual arousal, a condition she had not wanted; however she was so entangled, now, that she knew there was no retreat. Again, an uncontrolled moan of sheer pleasure emitted from her lips.

Then, oh, then… Oh, God…! She felt it so plainly! Don, slowly, inserted a finger, probing it deeply into the depths of her cuntal passage, then moved it in and out for several slow teasing strokes before he began to move it churningly around and around just inside the tiny, pulsating mouth.

There was a slight pain. She gasped, "Oh, Don… p-please don't h-hurt me…"

"Don't worry, Char… I'll stretch it good before I put my cock in it!"

Again, a twinge of pain caused her to jerk her hips down and away, squirming them down into the softness of the mattress.

"I've got two fingers in you, now!" he reported excitedly.

The slight pain was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as he finger-fucked his sister in and out, around and around for a few moments; then, a more severe pain seared through her. She moaned, "Oh, God… that hurts!"

"Just a little more!" Donnie assured her. "Now I've got three fingers in you!"

Flashingly, the scene passed before her eyes, again. She saw the strange man on her mother's bed using her mouth for a lewd, cunt-like receptacle, his short, thick penis sawing in and out… but, below, as her mother had reached her climax, she had reached down to shove three of her fingers into the depths of her own vagina, stabbing them in and out with reckless abandon to achieve her orgasm. And, her brother had just told her that he, at this very moment, had entered three of his fingers into her own seething cunt.

Oh, God! Three fingers…! He's got three of his fingers in me! It's not possible…! but, that's just the same as Mom was doing!

Now, there was another, sharper twinge of pain, but somehow, it didn't bother her as much as had the others. Was it possible, she wondered, for a person to get used to having pain, even to learn to enjoy the sensations of pain? She remembered, dimly, that there were people like that. Dear God! Could she become one of those people? The thought fled from her, but the idea had been planted. Could it ever germinate and grow in the fertile soil of her sexual inexperience?

"How's that, Char?" her brother breathed heavily above her. "I've got four fingers in now! That ought to stretch you, enough! Christ! I've never seen a tighter or a cuter little cunt than yours!"

"Don… Oh, Don… it's starting to feel so g-good!" she mewled. "I–I don't want you to stop!"

Then, she found that she was reacting with vigor to counter the manual manipulation of her now widestretched vagina, her hips moving, uncontrollably, in wild gyrations under her, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance of sex around the probing fingers. Then, she knew: this was but a preview of what was to come when her brother would finally put his huge penis in her… and… and actually fuck her.

She was appalled. She had actually thought it! Oh, God! I said it to myself… but I don't believe it! How could I do it? I've never even considered using a word like that…! But, oh, God… it feels so good! I've got to have it! I've got to have… his c-cock in m-me… Fucking me!

A wave of disappointment washed through her, when a moment or two later, she felt him remove his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy, and she had the feeling that she was empty, unfulfilled. She raised her head to look down between her mounding breasts to see her loving brother leaning forward, his face coming down between her open thighs, and she understood, instantly, his intentions. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved. Three times now she had thought those words: fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me? I'm… I'm being coarse… and immoral… thinking thoughts I've never thought before!

Between his sister's legs, Don placed his hands, strategically, against the soft, warmly smooth flesh of her inner thighs and gazed down, hungrily, at the narrow, pink oval, fringed so delicately with the soft, auburn hair, where droplets of dew shown, glisteningly moistening the gently pulsating petals of the inner lips. He was pleased to see that he had stretched her without drawing blood. Using his thumbs, then, he slowly parted the outer, fleshy lips to reveal the coralline vestibule of her cuntal passage, and he saw that the soft pink flanges of her hymen were cleared from the opening. There seemed to be only a mild irritation from which she would recover, almost immediately. He was secretly pleased with himself and his thoughtful technique. Idly, he wondered whether or not he would have been so considerate of another girl, not his sister. Hell! I'd have just shoved it in… I think… but Char? Christ! I had to do it right for her!