Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

Cammy huddled on the bed, wondering how much her sister-in-law suspected. She thought of Yvonne's luscious curves and felt the small tingle run through her body. Buck had thought she was Yvonne. Buck had looked at her young body and thought that she must be the Cajun beauty he had heard about. Cammy relaxed for a moment. She hopped up from the bed and walked to her mirror. She posed her lithe body and eyed the swell of her tits, the firm thrust of her ass, the clean lines of her legs. Maybe she was sexy enough to be mistaken for Yvonne. She smiled and turned around, looking at her curvy body reflected in the mirror.

She was shaken by the sound of the door opening. Antoine called for her as he walked into the house. She listened to the drunken tone of his voice. Cammy shuddered in fear a moment then felt a new wave of emotion surge through her. Hell no, she wouldn't be afraid of him. She had watched him fuck Yvonne earlier today. Who the hell did he think be was, getting so damn mad at her for taking a boat ride with Buck Simpson? He had fucked his son's wife. He had no business getting so angry with her. Shit! He didn't know she had fucked the bland boy. He had no way of knowing.

"What do you want?" she sneered at him, leaning against the door of her room. She would not let him hassle her. She'd be damned if she'd let him beat her. He'd have one hell of a fight on his hands if he tried to lay a hand on her.

"Have to straighten things out," he snarled as he walked toward her. "Have to find out what you've been up to."

"None of your damn business," she shot back. "I was late for my chores, but I got them done. Ask Yvonne if I didn't get everything done that I'm supposed to do."

"Before that," he told her. "I mean what were you doing on the city kid's boat this afternoon."

"None of your damn business!" she shouted. "I have some time that's my own. I don't have to account to you for everything."

He walked to her and took her by the shoulders. He shook her roughly, his eyes blazing at her, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Cammy struggled against the grip. He was too strong, though. Damn, he was stronger than she realized! His fingers cut into her skin. She tried to kick out at him, but he laughed at her feeble attempts and pushed her back into her room.

Antoine saw the angry heaving of her tits inside her skimpy halter. He looked at her crotch, the soft curves of her hips and thighs. Damn, she was getting to be a little beauty! The rich boys had discovered that, too. He thought of the blond kid, thought of him pulling those shorts down and sticking his cock into that lovely little body. His nostrils flared at the thought. His cock swelled as he imagined what Buck Simpson must have felt as he fucked this delicious girl.

"You fucked him, didn't you!" he panted. "You putting out for all the city boys who come down the bayou? You showing them what bayou pussy tastes like?"

"I'm not fucking my own daughter-in-law!" she snapped at him. She had said it! She was glad she had said it. She saw her wards strike him, saw him tense at what she had said. Antoine's mouth dropped open in surprise. He released her spontaneously as her accusation stunned him.

"Who told you that?" he gasped. "Who's been going around telling things like that?"

"Nobody told me," she sneered. "Nobody had to. I saw you. I had a free afternoon from school today. I was home when you took her to bed."

Antoine stared at her. It was out! She knew about Yvonne. He wondered how much else she knew about Yvonne. He stared at her deeply, trying to read behind the anger which flashed through her eyes. Damn! She was a gorgeous little piece of tail.

He reached for her again, catching her arm and pulling her roughly toward him. He held her against his body, feeling her tits rub his chest as she struggled and panted.

"Sneaking around, were you!" he gasped. "Sneaking around the house, then sneaking off to fuck the city boy! I'll teach you to sneak around!"

He wrestled her down onto the bed. The whiskey, his anger, the touch of her soft, young body had his passion soaring. What did he have to lose? He jerked her halter off and sank his face into her tits. His hands caressed the satin skin of her body, holding her by the shoulders, while he wrapped his legs around her to keep her still. He kissed and sucked the heaving tits, maddened by the sweetness of her skin, the soft fullness of the tits.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "They are as sweet as I thought! No wonder the boys come down here panting after you. Ahhhhh! What a pair of tits!"

Cammy tried to twist from under him. The smell of the whiskey on his breath sickened her. The rough touch of his light beard raked her tits. She rolled from side to side, trying to find some way to escape. She drew her knees upward quickly, feeling the harsh contact with his body, hoping she might have stunned him enough. She stunned him, but only into more determined groping over her body.

"You want to fight, don't you!" Antoine laughed. "All right, young lady, let's have a little rough play."

He was suddenly all over her, his hands clawing her, shaking her, mangling at her tits and ass and thighs. He threw her on the bed roughly, rolling her over and over while he laughed in the enjoyment of her touch. She caught her breath as be forced her across his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"What you need is to be settled down," he panted. "A good spanking always calmed you when you were a little girl. Maybe that's what I ought to give you now."

He pulled her shorts down and fingered her ass, stretching her thin nylon panties. He patted and caressed the firm, round buttocks, then pulled the panties down her legs. He grabbed her bare ass and squeezed the trembling flesh in delight Cammy tried to struggle, attempting to roll from his legs when his elbow fell.

"Owwwww?" she gasped as her ass stung from his slap. "Damn it! That hurts!"

"I'm supposed to say it hurts me just as much," Antoine laughed as he slapped her ass several more times. "I can't say that, though. This ass feels too good under my hand! Damn, what an ass!"

He slapped her steadily. She could feel her ass jump from the stinging blow, then prepare for the next descent of his hand. Cammy gasped beneath his spanking, realizing he wasn't really hitting her that hard. He wasn't hitting her hard at ail. He was stinging the hell out of her ass, but he wasn't hurting her. She shuddered at the realization that she was actually beginning to enjoy the spanking. Her body pulsed with the rhythm of his blows. Her pussy was tingling in rising desire. Her tits rubbed lushly against his leg until he began to fondle them. He fingered her nipples, squeezing them into little hard mounds of flesh.

She could feel his cock struggling against her as his own sensuous lust mounted. She felt the heat, the pulsing warmth coming through his pants and spreading through her. His cock! Cammy suddenly pictured ills cock as he fucked Yvonne. That huge cock! She knew he was not going to end with spanking her. She had no doubt that he planned to fuck her afterwards. Whether he planned it or not he would fuck her. His cock was getting excited for him not to. Damn it, her own passions were getting too aroused for her to let him stop if he wanted to. Still, the memory of his monstrous cock frightened her. She had taken a smaller cock with relative ease. But was she ready for the mammoth meat her dad would drive into her pussy?

Her fears subsided as the spanking continued. She shivered and shimmered, her body glowing and throbbing with the sensuous touch of his hands across her ass. She gasped for breath. She reached for him to turn her beneath him and come over her with the poised cock. She slipped her hand along his leg and began to stroke his huge mass of throbbing flesh.

"Oh, baby!" Antoine gasped as she fingered his cock. "Ohhh! I've got to get that cock out and let you love it up."