Eric Courtney - The married sister

A jarring pain had pulled her back to consciousness. It was morning and hard sunlight streaming in through the windows made her eyeballs ache and Lee was on top of her again, his erect young cock again pushing into her sperm-flooded cunt. She didn't believe her body could ache so in every bone and her cunt felt raw and sore. "Lee," she moaned, "Please, please, no, not now."

But her feeble pleas were lost as he began to fuck her brutally and she could feel her body greedily responding to it. Above her, Lee held her close and whispered in her ear. "Ever been fucked like that?"

The evil pleasure of hearing him talk to her like that only added to her growing excitement. "No!"

"Rod ever that good?"

She hesitated, her body stiffening as she thought of her husband. Oh God, she loved him!

"Rod got a cock like mine?" Lee persisted, fucking her harder.

She fought against answering. She would do anything he wanted except deny Rod! She fought, her teeth clenched as she felt her hips beginning to pump back and she wished to be tied down again and have him do whatever he wanted. "Answer me!" he demanded harshly, grinding his cock head deep up against her cervix.

She winced with the pain and her lips parted. "N… no!"

"No what?" he grated.

"No, not like you." She said it with a sigh, the lewd admittance and betrayal exciting her all the more. God, she thought, I'm going to cum again! He's going to fuck me to death!

"Has he got a cock like mine?" Lee demanded, crushing her in his arms as he forced his hand down the length of her back and his fingers found the deep crack between her round buttocks and his forefinger pressed against the tight puckered entrance of her anus.

"Ahhhhhh!" a sigh of pure pleasure and depravity came from deep within her as she felt the finger press as his cock sawed in and out of her again, passion-wet cunt.

"Answer me!"

"No. No!" And something inside of her grew, an orgasm as she hungrily kissed his open mouth and ran her tongue slipping around his lips. "Nobody has got a cock like yours!" she gasped, wild with desire.

"Not even Rod?"

"No, you're better!"

"Better than Rod?"

"Bigger and better and fuck me, fuck me, Lee!" And he had, the two of them having another orgasm and falling into exhausted sleep to wake when it was dark out.

Sitting at the kitchen table, remembering it all and feeling a mixture of hate and remembered excitement, her vaginal walls wet with desire and her mind full of self loathing, blinded by tears, Gail staggered to her feet and blindly felt for the bottle, pouring and spilling the liquor on the counter top and finally, in a desperate attempt to numb herself from the sickening thoughts and remembered images, she drank from the bottle, tilting her head back, some of the drink spilling and snaking down her cheek and throat as she choked and pulled the bottle away and gasped for breath.

"Oh God!" she choked as she put the bottle down and covered her mouth with her hand and slid along the counter top until she came to the sink where she retched over an over again.

She found her way to the bedroom where she fell on the unmade bed. She lay there thinking how the whole house was a mess, how she seemed to be going to the dogs, and she thought of killing herself, committing suicide, rather than face the fact that she was as depraved as her brother, Lee.

Brother? She shook her head. He was more than a brother, he was her lover. She loved the way he had treated her and knew if he should come back, if he should be alone with her ever again, she would find herself helpless before his insane and vile will, that she would do anything he asked.

There seemed no way out of it. The thought of facing Rod again, of putting her arms around him and kissing him, of getting into bed naked and making love with him after what she had done and said, seemed impossible. She had betrayed Rod at Lee's command and did so many times while he stayed with her.

Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in her hand by the force of her misery, she tried to will herself to think of all they did together, of all Lee had done to her.

She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of him, rising that night and cooking his meal which he silently and greedily ate, then, throwing his napkin down and getting to his feet, she followed him back to the bedroom, clad in nothing but a transparent negligee that he had demanded she wear, feeling sexy and trembling with anticipation at what he would ask her to do. He stood in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the bathroom door and looked over his shoulder, grinning, his lips thin and cruel. "Come here."

She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at her voluptuous body, her nipples pressing through the flimsy material, seeing the soft triangle of pubic hair showing. She wasn't drugged and hadn't anything to drink now. She was cold sober, rational, and yet, she still felt her vaginal lips swelling and the walls of her cunt pulsating with a wild wetness. His hard strong hands were on her shoulders and he was forcing her down, down on her knees and she kneeled in front of him, looking at her obedient body in the mirror.

Lee stood with his legs apart. He didn't have to say anything; she knew, he was her brother. With trembling fingers, she unzipped his fly and fumbled for his hardening cock and took it from his pants, excited all over again by its size as it swelled in her hand and she watched her fingers slowly pull the skin back and saw her mouth slowly open and watched, helpless, loving her humiliation and degradation, as he slowly pumped his hips forward and his cock slid into her mouth and she saw her lips grow thin and tight around the thick full shaft and felt the delicious taste in her mouth.

His hands entwined in her hair and his breathing was becoming excited and his face distorted as they both watched, standing in front of the mirror with Gail kneeling at his feet, her hands guiding his cock into her mouth. "Fingerfuck yourself while I watch!" he hissed.

Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down over her breasts, down over her slim waist and pulled up the hem of her negligee as she shifted on her knees, spreading them wide apart and her fingers felt the pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she teased and caressed her clitoris into a wild swelling that made her pump her buttocks lewdly as she sucked on his cock and watched herself doing this incredible wild thing in the mirror as he sawed in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with an increasing depth and tempo and she saw her hand moving rhythmically over her own cunt and then, with a shivering thrill, plunging one finger into its soft wetness up to the knuckle and fingering it back and forth in time to his thrusts into her mouth.

Then she forced in another finger as she felt her heat and excitement mounting as she urged herself, and Lee, on to still another orgasm.

Then, as unpredictable and inexplicable as ever, Lee shoved her away with a cruel grimace, stepping back and putting his prick back into his pants and zipping them up. Gail, on the floor, naked from the waist down, looked up at him full of fear and frustrated desire.

He sauntered to his sleeping bag again, grinning at her over his shoulder. "Just wanted you in the right mood for some more fun," he said, bending over the bag and unfolding it and looking. He straightened up with a camera in his hand, checking it for focus and film.

Gail had tried to compose herself as she got up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, knowing what he had in his mind and hoping against hope he wouldn't say it.

For an answer, Lee snapped in place a flash cube and aiming the camera, tripped the shutter and the room exploded as if lightning had gone off just as Gail folded her arms over her breasts. "Lee! No!" she called, blinded by the flash.