Brad Harris: Raped daughter

Yes, she giggled, Anton had a hidden agenda all right. She could' be part of it, except that she had chickened out at the last minute.

"That really all you?" Anton had asked as be stepped behind her as she stood back at the juke box. She could feel his breath against her neck.

"All what?" she had asked in a breathy voice.

"All this!" be gasped, letting his hand come against her hip and then run up the curve of her waist. For just a moment he reached up and touched the side of her tit. She felt the tingle in his hand and felt how badly he wanted to clamp it over her tits. She turned just enough to let more of the round boob roll against his hand.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning all the way towards him. They were standing so close that her tits rubbed against him as they stood facing each other. She could even feel the heat from his cock as she leaned forward against him.

Things might have gone further right there in the shop, except that some other customers came in and Anton had to return to his work. Connie went back to the counter and sat on the stool while the boy filled their orders, his eyes continuing to swing back to her as she sat smiling temptingly.

"Say," he finally asked her as he paused in front of her, "how about hanging around here for another hour till I get off work? I'll drive you home. You live out on Ridgefield Road, don't you?"

She had almost agreed. She was about to tell him she'd wait, then suddenly got cold feet. She looked at the boy, looked down at his pants where his cock was pulsing against the crotch. She shook her head before she realized it. She shook her head and got off the stool.

"Another time," she promised him. "I hadn't realized how late it is."

She paid him and almost ran from the shop. Her breath was coming in short pants of excitement as she walked along the sidewalk. Then she got angry at herself.

Why not Anton? Hell, she was going to lose her cherry to some boy. What was wrong with it being Anton? She couldn't really answer her question. It was just that she had suddenly decided that he wasn't the boy she wanted to start out with. She didn't really know why. She just wanted someone else, even Matt Robertson, instead.

She stalked into the house, letting the door slam behind her. She was just a little bit peeved at herself. She could be getting her first fuck in the next few minutes. Instead, she had run as though she still thought fucking was something terrible. The brunette went into her room and dropped disgustedly onto her bed. She sat there for a few minutes, then sighed and got up. She did have to prepare dinner. She'd been telling Anton the truth.

Hell, he should have asked her to go out with him later this evening. She kept telling herself this until she had convinced herself that it was all Anton's fault.

She reached back and unsnapped the halter. Her tits leaped forward voluptuously as she released them from their confinement. The girl fingered them lovingly and was beginning to slip her shorts off when she heard feet shuffle outside her door. Connie turned quickly and caught her brother standing there, staring wide-eyed at her. She started to scream at him, then caught herself. No need to take it out on the boy. She had left the door partially open. Jud had merely been walking past and saw her undressing. Besides, Connie didn't want to have him angry with her, not just now.

"Jud," she called softly as he tried to slip away. "Come on in here."

The boy stopped and stared at her. His eyes showed he expected to have the hell chewed out of him. Connie smiled instead and stood waiting for him to obey her invitation. She stood in front of him clad only in thin blue panties. Her tits heaved forward excitedly. Her cunt hairs glowed darkly beneath the soft nylon.

The boy swallowed and walked hesitantly into the room.

"You want to see what I look like?" Connie ~asked him. "Take a good look."

Jud hung his head, ashamed at being caught peeking at her. His face reddened as he swallowed with great difficulty.

"I… I didn't mean to…" he stammered. "I was coming in and…

"I'm not angry," she assured him. "I'm not mad at you. I was the one who left the door open, wasn't I?"

The young boy nodded, his face showing his relief. He still looked at her hesitantly, however, not quite sure what she had in mind by inviting him in while she was almost naked. Connie didn't exactly know either. She had called him in on the spur of the moment. Now she didn't know exactly why she wanted him in there, or how to go about whatever she could make of the situation.

"You like the way I look?" she asked cautiously. "You like the way I'm built?"

Jud swallowed the hot lump in his throat again. He swallowed a third time, then nodded his head. He worked his mouth a moment before getting any words to stumble out.

"You're built as good as Leila!" he gasped. "God! You're stacked as much as Leila!"

Connie cupped her hands beneath her tits and pulled the excited jugs forward, then pushed them together. She watched the expression of disbelief on her brother's face. Small beads of perspiration came to his temples as he watched.

The young brunette smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Better than Susie's, huh?" she teased. "I bet they'd feel a lot better in your hands than Susie's."

The boy swallowed once again, his eyes suddenly veiled as he looked up at Connie. He clearly had become suspicious, not knowing `exactly where she might be leading him. He hesitated, then seemed to have decided to ignore the reference to the girl he had fucked the day before.

"Better than anybody's," he gulped. "Better than any girl I ever saw."

"You want to feel them?" she asked, taking another step and bringing herself almost against him. "You want to see if they feel as good as Susie Robertson's?"

"She's just a kid," Jud protested. "She hasn't really started growing them yet."

"She's grown enough to let you feel them while you fuck her out in the shed,"

Connie answered, watching the shock that seized his face, "You sure liked to play with them then."

Jud stepped backwards in surprise. His mouth had fallen open at his sister's words. Now he fell back on the bed as he backed into it before he realized he had been retreating from her. He gasped in shock as she came over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her lips were still spread in a sensual smile. Her eyes glowed with a deep, misty longing.

"Don't you want to play with mine?" she asked, continuing to push her tits at him. Her fingers teased her areolas, then slid softly around her nipples. Jud finally began to regain control of himself. He sat up and looked into her eyes, struggling to tell if she were leading him on before exploding in anger at him.

She didn't seem to be. She seemed to be absolutely serious. He slowly nodded his bead.

Connie smiled warmly at his response, her body tingled as hid reached over hesitantly arid placed his hand on one of her eager tits. She caught her breath at the excitement of his touch, thrusting her jug lusciously into his hand. The boy closed his hand around the soft tit and slowly rolled it around. He gained courage and reached his other hand around her waist, coming up and over her other boob.

"Mmmm!" the brunette sighed. "Oohhh, rub them, Jud! Make them feel good! Make them come alive from your petting!"

He leaned his face down and kissed across the tops of the swollen tits, then kissed around her areolas. Finally he caught a nipple in his lips and sucked gently on it. Connie trembled in delight at the feeling that swept over her.

She had a man's hands on her breasts. She liked a man sucking her tits. Maybe it was her brother and maybe he was only a kid. Still, he knew what to do with a. girl. She had seen that yesterday. She shuddered as he rolled and stroked and sucked her tits. Her nipples got hard, harder even than Leila had gotten them last night.