Brad Harris - Raped daughter

"Say, babe," Leila said, suddenly changing the subject, "how are you coming along with your problem? Gotten rid of your cherry yet?"

Connie blushed. Leila began to laugh at her discomfort. The tall, lovely brunette's eyes sparkled dazzlingly as she watched her sister hang her head.

"Don't be so embarrassed about it," she teased. "I have a good reason for asking. A couple of friends of mine will be in town tonight. If you're interested in a good fuck, I'll take you with me."

Before she could answer, Jud came bounding into the kitchen. He was dressed for a ball game, his glove hanging from his belt. He looked like a child this morning. It was hard for Connie to imagine that last night she had fucked this kid. She looked at her sister and caught the veiled message in Leila's eyes.

"I'll let her know later today, if that's all right," Connie answered. "Can I call you around noon?"

"Not in all the noon rush!" Leila gasped. "Take it about two. I hope you decide to. I can promise you a hell of a good time."

"Where?" Jud asked. "Where's a hell of a good time?"

"A party," Leila told him. "And mind your own business, buster."

She tempered her short reply by hugging his tousled hair against her tits. Jud grinned at Connie, winked, then twisted his face into Leila's gorgeous tits.

"Hey! Stop growing up so fast!" the older sister complained. "Damn! You go at those tits like you were the hottest twenty-year-old stud in town."

She left the kitchen and ran back to her bedroom to dress. Connie and Jud chatted about the game today before the boy finished gobbling his breakfast down and left with a sharp slap across his sister's ass.

The young brunette cleaned the breakfast dishes before going back and dressing in shorts and her tightest blouse. She was brushing her hair in front of her mirror when she heard someone pounding on the front door. Somehow this had all happened before, she grumbled as she tossed her brush on the dresser and walked up the hail. This time, though, she wouldn't just open the door and let anyone like Rubin Peabody into the house. She stepped to the window and peered through the drapes.

Matt Robertson stood outside, pacing in small circles as he kept pounding on the door. His face was set grimly, his eyes dark in anger. His entire mood was one of violence. The girl started to go to the door, then hesitated. She watched his anxious knocking and decided to answer him through the window.

"Yes?" she asked, raising the pane enough to be able to speak to him. "What is it?"

"Jud!" he exclaimed. "Jud!"

The mention of her brother sent a wave of shock through Connie. She turned and ran for the door. She fumbled with the latch, then opened it to the towering boy who waited.

"What about Jud?" she gasped. "What's happened to him?"

"Nothing yet," he muttered, stepping inside. "Nothing's happened until I get my hands on the little bastard!"

She had misread his meaning. The brunette had been sure that something awful had happened to her brother, that Matt had come to let them know. That wasn't it. Hell no, that wasn't it! In place of the image of her brother lying limp and helpless on the ground, victim of a bean-ball or some other accident, she now pictured Jud back in the shed with Susie Robertson. Matt had found out. The girl's monster of a brother had found out about the fuck and was over to get even with Jud.

"You know what he's been doing?" Matt panted, glowering down at the petite girl. "He's been screwing Susie. Not once, damn it. He's been fucking her almost every day! I'll teach the son of a bitch!"

"Did she tell you that?" Connie demanded. She might as well find out how much the big guy really knew. If someone else had told Matt, then she might be able to save the situation. Her heart sank as quickly as her hopes had risen. Matt nodded solemnly, then pounded one huge fist into the palm of his other hand.

"Damn right," he muttered "She spilled it all. She told the whole damn story!"

"Hey! Calm down a minute!" Connie insisted.

Somehow she had to get the angry boy under control. As angry as he was, he could kill Jud before he realized it. The kid wouldn't have a chance against this huge athlete. Shit! There weren't any two boys in town, not even of Matt's own age, who would have a chance against him. She had to get him out of such a blind rage before he found her brother.

"Gee," she gasped. "I don't know what to say. I can't believe it. I really can't. I can't believe it about either one of them. Susie and Jud-they're the last two kids in town I'd have suspected anything like that from."

She had scored a minor point. She saw Matt look at her with a more studied gaze. He met her eyes, his anger giving way to confusion. He shook his head like he wanted to clear the whirling anger himself.

"That's what I thought," he answered her. "I figured the little bastard was like you. Shit! I can't imagine a brother of yours getting a hard-on. Then I remembered. He's Leila's brother, too. He's got the same hot streak in him as Leila. Now, where is he? I don't want any more stalling around."

"Damn if I knew!" Connie lied. "He sailed out of here after breakfast. I think he may have gone out to try and screw the whole Girl Scout troop!"

Matt shot a dark, angry look at her. He opened his mouth to answer her smart comment, then clamped it angrily shut. He turned to the door, then stopped and wheeled back. His hand reached out and grabbed her before she realized what was happening He caught her roughly and glared down at her.

"All right!" he panted. "If I can't find him, I guess I'll have to take it out on you. That would even it all out, wouldn't it? He fucks my sister, so I fuck his."

The teen-ager started to struggle against him, started to scream through the open door for help. She had opened her mouth when she thought better of it. She stopped struggling and looked up into Matt's angry face. Maybe this would help.

Maybe he would be less angry if she gave him a good flick. It was worth a try.

Matt's cock wouldn't do nearly the damage to her pussy that his fist would do to Jud's face.

"You don't give me much choice," she gasped. "If 1 don't let you, you'll do it anyway."

"Damn right!" he assured her. "I'm going to get that pussy I've been wanting for a year now. Damn! Maybe I should thank the little bastard."

Connie led him back to her bedroom. Matt watched her suspiciously as she walked to the dresser and began to remove her clothes. She turned back to him and looked at his shirt and pants still on him. Her eyes met his as he walked over to the bed.

"You going to fuck with your clothes on?" she taunted. "I expect you could do a hell of a lot better if you got naked, too."

The boy stared at her, frozen by her beauty.

Matt had never seen such luscious tits in his life, not above such a tiny waist and such gorgeous legs. He'd fucked girls with big tits before, but they usually had a chunky waist and fat thighs to go with them. He'd never gotten his cock in anything as inviting as this girl. He smiled almost shyly at her and began removing his pants. Connie watched him, her first decision to give him some pussy to protect Jud now reinforced by her own interest. When she saw the size of his cock, she developed even more interest. Damn, he had a piece of meat! His pecker was bigger by half than her father's. It sure the hell looked it, anyway. As he dropped his shorts, his huge prick swung upward, curving excitingly from his dangling balls to its bulging, red head.

The little brunette felt her body quiver in anticipation as he slipped his shirt off and walked towards the bed. She couldn't keep her eyes off that magnificent meat. Matt saw her watching it and laughed, regaining his courage along with his surging desire for her luscious young body.