Harry Stevens - Into sister, into incest

"The main thing is that we got the job done," Linda said, dismissing her sons complaints. "No time to start griping about who's doing what."

"Well, you can be darned sure when I deliver this," Marty vowed, snatching up an armload of wood, "that I'm gonna bring Ron and Sally back with me to help out. This might've started out as a vacation, but it's not that for anybody anymore. Everybody's gotta pull their weight."

Marty headed toward the cabin with his burden, carefully stepping through the knee-deep snow. When he reached the door, he kicked it open with his booted foot. And as the heat from inside struck him he froze from what he saw, losing his grip so the wood he carried clattered to the floor.

"No!" he hissed.

Then he thawed out enough to slam the door behind him.

In the distance, keeping tabs on what they were able to see and hear, Linda and Patty broke into a fit of the giggles.

"You bitch!" Marty seethed, staring at his cousin Sally. "Nothing stops you, does it? I turn my back on you and you wind up fucking your own brother."

"What was I supposed to do?" Sally lilted without the slightest embarrassment. "It just happened, that's all. I was horny and Ron was the only one here."

"Yeah, well, just look at him now," sneered Marty. "Looks to me that he'd rather be anywhere else than where he is now."

What Marty meant was that Ron was all but hiding behind the handiest piece of furniture, having fled there in alarm when his cousin had walked through the door.

"C'mon out," Marty called to him, "you've got nothing to be afraid of from me. I'm not gonna tell our moms or anything. Can't afford to. I'm just as guilty as anybody else in this room."

"Have you f-fucked my sis, too?" Ron stammered, warily edging into the open.

"Just not in the ass, that's all," Marty said. "You'd have gotten that and more," Sally said, bold as ever, "if you'd gone for it. Can I help it if Ron turned out to be more of a stud than you are?"

"Hey, better cool it, Sis," Ron warned. "Marty still looks pissed enough to slug somebody. And the way your mouth is running, I wouldn't blame him if it turned out to be you."

Glancing toward his male cousin, Marty replied in a tough-guy drawl, "Yeah, thanks for the idea. That's just what the two-timing little whore deserves."

Marty stood directly over his female cousin. Sally was on her knees, as sassy as ever.

"You wouldn't dare," she defiantly challenged.

"Don't bet on that," he snapped. Lashing out, he slapped Sally across her face. But she held her ground despite the blow, hardly budging.

"Is that the hardest you can hit?" she spat.

"How's this, bitch?" Marty smacked Sally gain.

She laughed in his face. "You're gonna have to get a whole lot rougher than that, boy, to prove to me you have what it takes to be the boss."

Now Marty put his large hands around her slender neck. Squeezing, he snarled, "I could turn out your lights so easy, cunt. You know that, don't you?"

Ron couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Enough is enough, Marty! Back off my sister. Sure, she's a whore. But you might kill her if you don't leave her alone."

Sally, though, didn't appreciate Ron's concern. "Mind your own business. This is between me and Marty!"

Then something struck her as amusing, as she interrupted herself with a smirk.

"That is," she told her brother, "unless you stop acting like such a sissy, Ronnie, and decide to pitch in and help your cousin here put me in my place. Now there's something I could understand. Maybe both of you together might be a match for me."

Ron gulped, "Jesus, Sis, do you know what you're asking for?"

"Absolutely!" Sally said. "The only problem is whether you two turkeys have enough sense to figure it out, then the balls to go through with it."

Ron and Marty looked at each other, Marty's hands loosening around the throat of Ron's sister. The boys both recognized Sally wasn't talking about any death wish.

"Rape," both boys whispered.

"If, of course, you've got the balls for it," Sally taunted.

She was driving her brother and cousin crazy by this point. To keep their self-respect, Ron and Marty had to do something to shut her up. Ron suddenly joined Marty. Together, they forced Sally to the floor, her brother pinning down her arms and her cousin yanking apart her legs. "I was already fucking her when you walked in, so you can go first now," Ron offered.

"Yeah. Watch this." Marty reached between Sally's widely stretched thighs.

Although nearly hairless, her crotch still sprouted a few stray blonde wisps here and there. One almost invisible swirl grew at the top of her cunt. Seizing the hair, Marty brutally yanked. The result was Sally's clit being tugged out front and center.

"Suffer, bitch, suffer," mumbled Marty. He twisted the fragile strands of pussy hair double around his cousins clit. Sally shuddered in response to the pain, but it was the ecstasy that went along with her agony which spontaneously caused her pussy to ooze with arousal.

"Owwww, hurts sooooo goooooood!" she moaned. "More, more! Treat me as bad as I deserve for being such a bitch."

Marty gave her clit another twist, then let go. That tender bud of cunt-flesh had swollen from the mauling to seemingly twice its normal size. He dug into her pussy gash with as much of his hand as he could jam in.

"Ever take a whole fist up your cunt, bitch?" he asked Sally.

She shook her head.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." Marty punched as hard as he could into Sally's cunt.

She screamed upon impact. But then she swooned, and her cousin realized that, as bent on cruelty as he might be, he had only succeeded in lifting her to new orgasmic heights. The sticky nectar now trickling down his forearm was female cum.

"Don't stop!" Sally panted.

Still determined to make her beg for mercy, Marty vowed that he was only getting started. She had better enjoy herself while she could, he warned Sally, because there was only so much even a horny bitch like her could take without cracking. And she had better know that she was on a collision course with that breaking point.

Keeping his fist lodged in Sally's cunt, Marty unzipped his fly with his free hand and pulled out his rigid cock. He clutched his prick as he would a weapon, aiming at the fresh target slated for his punishing assault.

Seeing what Marty had in mind, Ron gulped. "God, you really think you can get your dick in there when you're already fistfucking Sally's pussy?"

"Just watch me. And listen to her yell." Marty mashed his cockhead a notch below Sally's jam-packed pussy. The opening down there was narrow enough under ordinary circumstances, but her asshole was squeezed shut because of the bulging fist.

But nothing was going to stop Marty. He gritted his teeth, starting to force his prick in against the odds. The pinching entry was hurting him almost as much as it was supposed to be hurting Sally, but, inch by inch, he somehow steadily advanced. He was sweating bullets from the effort. Still, he persisted, with about half his cock penetrating so far.

Sally asked, "Want me to make it easier for you?"

"Go to hell!" Marty fumed at her, in no mood to be mocked.

"Well, you don't have any choice," she said. "Whether you want it or not, it's gonna happen cause I don't have any choice either."

Sally showed what she meant. Since her asshole was being slowly gored by her cousins prick, the simultaneous pressure from his fist in her cunt made her response inevitable. Something had to give, and that something was her bowels.

"Oooooh," she groaned, "can't keep it in." Shit swamped Marty's struggling prick, giving his cock an instant lube-job. Suddenly he surged forward, hitting Sally's ass with a force that left him breathless.

"Mmmmm," she teased when her shitty asshole abruptly captured her cousins prick to the root, after he'd been unable to get more than halfway in on his own. "Now who's raping who?"