Mark Carver - Family flesh feast

Jenny flashed him her familiar teasing, fuck you smile, the sultry, knowing grin that was calculated to drive boys up the wall.

"Brothers and sisters don't skinny dip, Danny. What would Mom say?"

"She won't know," he said quickly. "Come on, baby, we'll smoke a little grass, swim a little, drink up our own private sun. Get with it, Sis."

She watched him through narrowed eyes. "Danny," she said softly, "cut it out once and for all. I know what you want. The answer is hell no. You're my brother, remember?"

She suddenly stood up, agitated. "Take me home."

"Hell, it's still early, Sis…"

"Home or I hitchhike."

Danny bit his lip, fury seething in his blood. He took a deep breath and slowly got up. Okay. The idea had been playing around in his mind for weeks now, and it was dangerous as hell, but he simply couldn't control himself. He was obsessed with getting Jenny's cherry. If it couldn't be trough charm and persuasion, then she'd closed out his options.

"Home it is, Sis," he grinned at her. "Anyone ever tell you you're a mind reader?"

They began walking in the hot sand, dozens of eyes watching both of them hungrily. Danny and Jenny, the sunshine twins, the heady promise of pure California living, tanned, healthy, sexy as hell. There were speculations that Danny might be screwing his sister – with those fantastic tits and lushly curved ass – but no one really took that seriously. Danny wasn't that kind of guy, and even if he was, Jenny was too clean, too pure and wholesome to ever let that happen.

"Don't ever bring that subject up again, Dan, I mean it," she said in a low ominous voice. "It's a sick idea."

"Well, what the hell," he grinned broadly, "you can't blame a guy for trying, Jenny. Not with that cute ass."

She shot him a dirty look and they both climbed into his van. The back was converted to a camper, with a foldout bed and a refrigerator. Dan got a beer out of the cooler before starting the engine. He popped it open, took a long swig and braced it between his knees as the van took off in a cloud of sand dust. Rape was a four letter word, that's all. He wanted his sister's juicy flesh and he'd already calculated the risk, knew what Jenny would do. She'd cry and maybe scream and certainly struggle like a wildcat, but he'd get into that hot little cunt one way or another.

And then she wouldn't talk to him for a month or two, sullen and angry around him. But she wouldn't dare tell their mother or father, because that would upset the family harmony and Jenny was much too kind and thoughtful to upset her parents. So she would sulk for a month or two, so what?

Dan had it all figured out to a precise mathematical equation.

But it didn't happen the way he expected at all. He didn't really know Jenny, but he would before the afternoon was over. Life, he would later reflect in a rare poetic moment, was full of shit and roses and some incredible ass and you never knew what you were going to get, shit, roses or ass, until you grabbed a big fistful and sniffed it.

"Gotta pull over a minute and check something," Dan told her as he pulled onto a secluded side road. She kept silent until he pulled into a grove and suddenly turned off the engine.

"Danny, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" she said in a shrill angry voice.

He took a huge gulp of beer and crunched the empty can brutally in his fist, tossing it on the floor. He turned to his lush sister.

"You're going to hate me for this, Sis," he told her in a low voice. "But I can't fuck it any more. Can't sleep thinking about your gorgeous ass, can't eat, can't even get it up for other girls any more…"

"No, no, NO!" she screamed, seeing the wild look in his eyes. She grabbed the door handle but before she could jerk it her brother seized her in his brawny arms. He half-carried, half-dragged her into the rear, ignoring her cries and pummeling fists on his bare chest, his prick almost bursting his tight bathing suit.

"No! Danny, don't do it! Oh God, stop – I-I'm a virgin, don't you understand? A virgin! Please,pleeeeeez!"

If anything could have sparked his urgent lust to an irresistible force, it was her confession she was still a cherry. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she tried desperately to wrench free as he ripped off her top in one savage jerk. Quickly, her bottom followed. Jenny screamed as her brother wrestled her down on the mattress in back, one powerful arm pinning her as his other hand rolled his bathing suit down.

His prick leaped forth, immense and crimson with blood above his huge balls. The virgin's naked body was covered with sweat as she struggled in a frenzy.

"No – please, Dan – I'LL-I'LL go down on you – unnnnnngh! – Anything, anything don't take my cherry, oh God please don't – aaaagh! -Take my cherrrrry!"

He pried her tawny legs apart with one knee, and gasping with lust and exertion, Dan groped with his swollen dick head. He brushed her hot cunt lips and Jenny began clawing his shoulders in a final furious struggle, hot nails drawing blood. Then his glowing knob managed to slip in and he quickly followed with the rest of his immense prick, in one massive thrust.

Instantly Jenny arched her back and quivered like a bowstring. Her lips moved but made no sound. Her eyes widened in shock and pain. The hot brutal mass throbbing in her tight cunt sent waves of intense pain ripping through her loins, filling her eyes with tears.

"Je-sus Christ! That's hot! Mmmmmm, shit, honey, honey, that's ummmmmmmm! Wild stuff, oh baby that's luscious snatch! Wheeeeeeew! Hot-damn, sis!"

At last Jenny's breath came back in a low scream. Her wild struggles grew fainter when she realized it was over. She'd lost her precious cherry, ferociously guarded through so many back seat battles with panting boys and brawny football players. All her life she'd secretly dreamed of an exquisite white gowned wedding, the pristine white shouting to the world that she'd saved her sacred virginity for her husband, and she would surrender it to him on her wedding night with soft cries of passion.

Instead, she'd lost it to her brawling, dope crazed brother in a violent rape in the rear of his beer can littered van. She'd lost her dream along with her cherry, and as his searing meat pierced deeper with each savage lunge, Jenny's cries grew louder.

"You-you sonofabitch! Oh Dan you dirty bastard, you took – oooooooo hurts! – You took my virginity! OWWWWWW!"

"Couldn't – aaaaaah! – help it, Sis – oh, shit, honey your cunt – your loving hot cunt! – Ummmmm, yeah!"

It was far tighter and juicier than Dan expected, hot and squirming with involuntary excitement beneath his driving prick, the slippery walls stretching to accommodate his massive rod. The blonde had stopped ripping his back up with her nails now and sobbed and shuddered beneath his excited fucking strokes. Her silky sweating tits dug into his chest and her plump ass wriggled in his fingers.

Then it happened.

Jenny would never know the precise moment it happened. She only knew that one moment she was crying with grief and rage, and the next instant the bolts of pain tearing through her ravaged pussy abruptly became hot ripples of incredible excitement and ecstasy.

At first she stiffened in shock at her own reaction. Then she began swinging her ass in perfect rhythm to his powerful fucking strokes, gasping as his plunging meat pounded deep into her thrilled cunt.

"Oh Dan! It… it feels good!Oooooooo! It's w-wild, I like it! – Yes, I – unnnnnnnnnf! – I love it! Dan, brother darling, I-I like to fuck! I lovvvvve to fuck! Oh Lord it's – aaaaaah!It's b-beautiful! – Fuck me, Dan, oh fuckkkkk meeeee!"

Panting eagerly now, Jenny locked her ankles around her brother's and began kissing him passionately, snaking her hot tongue in his mouth, feverish moans coming from her throat. Her hands gripped his muscled buttocks and squeezed fiercely and she began biting him on the lips as her first [missing text].