Wilma Crane - Family bride

Beyond the hand in which she held his balls, she could look down and see her breasts bobbing with the motions of her sucking. One of his pubic hairs was clinging to the nipple of her right tit, and the sight of it there disgusted her almost more than what he was forcing her to do. Leaning forward at the waist, she rubbed her breast against his thigh until she had successfully wiped off his disgusting hair. Even more disgustingly, she could see her fluids slowly seeping out of her distended cunt to stain the avocado-green carpet.

For a moment she thought she heard the jingle of the dog's leash on the landing at the foot of the stairs. She hated the thought of Jeanne coming in and finding her doing this hateful act; but, on the other hand, she knew that Jeanne was almost the only person she could trust not to spread the story.

She backed away from his cock, but it had hardened considerably under her unwilling ministrations. It bobbed up and rubbed against the side of her nose.

She glanced in the direction of the stairs, hoping to see Jeanne's border collie loping toward her.

"I won't do it!" she snapped at her father-in-law, giving his cock a look of loathing. "You can't make me do it!"

"Maybe I can, though."

Valerie's head swiveled to the stairs, her eyes flashing open in shock and embarrassment. Standing in the archway at the head of the stairs, his car keys jingling at his side, was Jim's younger brother, Rich. He was wearing only a baggy-legged green swimming suit, and his matted hair indicated that he had just come from the beach.

Valerie tried to cover both her tits and her cunt at the same time, succeeding in blocking Rich's view of neither.

"Oh, God, Rich, help me!" she cried. "Your father's acting completely crazy or something."

Rich Junior tossed his car keys onto a chair and ambled smilingly across the room to where his father was as busy as Valerie in trying to cover up his saliva-coated cock.

"He doesn't look so crazy to me," Rich said, looking down at Valerie, who had now managed to rise to one foot in preparation for making a grab at her pink housecoat.

Rich gave her a gentle shove, which landed her flat on the resilient cheeks of her ass. Her big breasts bobbed up and down as she stared up at him in surprise.

"Well," her handsome brother-in-law said, "you split up with Jim to keep from having to fuck him. You don't want to blow my dad. Maybe you'd like to take me on, huh?"

"Oh, God!" the confused girl cried, covering her eyes now instead of her exposed organs. "What's the matter with you two? Are you both crazy?"

Rich Junior glanced at his father, then crossed his arms and looked down at his sister-in-law.

"Don't start bawling," he said. "I know you been sneaking looks at my cock when you thought I wasn't looking. Well, now's your chance to see what it looks like up close." He grinned at his father and moved one foot a little more away from the other, so that the damp cloth of his swimming trunks clung to the heavy bulge at his groin. "Mine's bigger than Jim's, you know," he said. "You like 'em big, Val?"

Valerie could not look up. She had, for the first time since her father-in-law had attacked her, begun to weep. She knew she could never get away from the two of them.

Rich Junior elbowed his father in the ribs and winked.

"Besides," he said to Valerie, "my cock's not the same as Jim's or Dad's. I bet you never saw a cock like mine. It's bigger, yeah, but different, too. Don't you want to take a little peek at it, Val?"

Valerie looked up at him with fire in her eyes. "I want you to get the hell out of here!" she demanded.

"Ooo-ooo!" Rich chuckled, "that's naughty language, Sis!"

"Get out of here this minute!" she cried, "before I call the police!"

Rich Junior took a step toward her, the smile gone from his face. "I used to think you were a real nice girl," he said, his voice threateningly low. "But now I can see you're just like every other fucking cock-tease in this crummy town. You deserve everything you're going to get!"

Valerie tried to dodge away, but he caught a fistful of her hair before she could duck. He yanked her brutally to her knees in front of him, then pulled her hair back so that she had to look up at his cruelly smiling face.

"Now!" he said between clenched teeth. "Let's see just what else that mouth can do besides talk!"

"Talk bores me," her brother-in-law said, "when there's sex to be had."

She heard her dumfounded father-in-law shuffle across the rug behind her and drop heavily onto the couch, and she guessed that he must be sipping on the brandy again as he watched Rich Junior standing above her.

When her eyes cleared, Valerie discovered that she was looking straight into Rich's crotch. His bronzed legs spread, he loomed directly above her, the distended green fabric of his swimming trunks clear proof of his intentions.

"Pull 'em down, Val," he said.

She heard him, but somehow she couldn't believe what he had said. When he repeated the demand she thought that this would be the worst degradation she had suffered yet. It was one thing to be forced into an incestuous act, but it was altogether more hideous to be forced into an active role. She didn't move.

"Take my trunks off, Val," he repeated, more forcefully this time. "You know you want to get an eyeful. Do what I tell you."

Absurdly, Valerie shook her heads more to get the hair out of her eyes than to refuse him.

Rich Junior inched a little closer to her. His bare toes touched the skin of her knee.

"Pretend it's a present," he said. "Just untie that little bow and you'll get a real treat."

"Fuck yourself," she told him, though her voice lacked conviction. "I won't do it." And she thought, "You may wind up balling me, Rich, but I'll be damned if I'll help you do it!" She looked down at his feet on the carpet.

"Oooo-ee!" Rich cried, grinning over at his father. "Such language!"

But then she felt him turn her chin up toward his face, his wide brown hands warm against the softness of her jaw. When she looked at the golden rippled plane of his abdomen – striated as it was from four years of military service and years of surfing – she knew that she was helpless against him. When he lifted her hands to his lean hips and she felt the heat of his skin above the damp material of his green trunks she made a little whimper and looked up at his handsome face, her eyes pleading with him not to make her do what she was afraid was becoming less and less repugnant to her.

"Pull 'em down, Val," he said slowly.

Valerie's fingers twitched nervously at the waistband of her brother-in-law's trunks. It won't be so bad, she thought, if I can pretend that we're both someone else. Her fingers were numb with the untying of the white cord at his waist.

"That's it, Sis," he murmured above her.

When she had untied the cord and hesitatingly tugged at the trunks she saw that the skin beneath his tan line was not white as she had imagined, but a sandy beige, the color of an egg from a red hen. Then the first curl of his buttery pubic hair rolled out from under the elastic waistband of the trunks and she hesitated a little, shocked to find the curls were so golden and shiny, and more than a little fearful of the large bulge that had begun to resist her downward tug on the material.

"Just yank 'em off," her father-in-law said behind her.

"You're doing fine, Sis," Rich said. "Go on."

Like a cat scratching at a slim tree, Valerie clenched and unclenched her delicate fingers on his hips. Then, slowly, her hands continued their shameful descent.

The tangled curls of his golden hair blossomed out more densely than before. And then she saw the fat root of his cock, nearly the same color as his tanned abdomen. It was thicker than she had imagined it could be. She could see the marbled purple veins crossing each other near the surface of the skin. And when she had lowered the trunks farther she could distinguish the beginning of the sausage-like shape. She lowered the trunks still farther, watching in fascination as the shaft bowed under the pressure of the material. Then, so suddenly that she jumped back a little, the mammoth length of it sprang up at her, looking like a swollen sausage wrapped in biscuit dough.