Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

"Marsha… Marsha!"

"Ernie! No!"

"Don't, don't," he slobbered. "I ain't doing nothing. I, I wanna apologize. I don't care what came over me. I shouldn't of done that to you, you poor kid. I love ya, Marsha. Please forgive me."

Marsha couldn't believe her ears – or her eyes. She switched on the lamp and saw that her brother was crying bitterly.

"Ohhh, Ernie," she cried with him, "it's okay, it's okay. Stop that now. I forgive you. I know you couldn't help yourself. I know I'm a sexy girl and after all, you are just a guy, like you said. I forgive you. Just don't let it happen again. Promise me."

"I won't," her brother sobbed, eyeing her sharply pointed tits under the sheet. "God, but you're beautiful. I never felt such tight tits before. You're a real turn-on, Marsha. Lovely. Cute. Sexy."

"Ernie, go to bed now and get some sleep. After you saber up, we'll talk about it."

"I couldn't help it, Marsha," he mumbled. "You're so pretty. I just wanted to kiss your tits. I just wanted to lick your cunt. I didn't mean to fuck you like that, I just wanted to eat you."

Marsha swallowed nervously. Just thinking about his handsome mouth on her pussy was enough to make her nervous. "Stop saying things like that. You're drunk or you wouldn't talk like that. You shouldn't be saying dirty things."

"What's dirty about it?" he slurred. "Pretty tits. Lovely pussy. What's dirty about sucking your sweet, cute cunt?"

"The way you say it," she breathed. "You shouldn't say it so lewdly. Stop talking about my pussy."

"But I love it. So tight. So juicy. So sweet. Never in my life. Want it. Want it, Marsha. Let me lick it. Just lick it."

Even as he mumbled and muttered, he was pushing his face under the sheet and getting in her cunt.

"Welllll," Marsha breathed, "if you just want to lick it…"

She spread her pretty legs and her brother buried his face in her pussy. Groveling like a wild dog with a bone, he burrowed his thick tongue up into her hot, little cunt and sucked her out.

Marsha went crazy on the bed. Ernie was good at licking and eating pussy! Finally, she grabbed her aching tits and played with them feverishly as he nibbled her clit and tongued her fuck-hole.

She came like crazy and her hot ass tossed violently on the bed. Ernie had to grasp her writhing hips and hang on to them as he ate her cunt. Her furry pussy kept jerking and whipping around. He had to chase the damned thing! But he finally got her off a good one.

Her climax made Marsha go nuts. Her hips jerked into the air and in his effort to keep her still, he twisted around and pressed his chest down on her heaving belly. This positioned his raging cock near her chest. She felt his boner touch her shoulder.

She looked over at it through glazed eyes as her horny brother went on munching her pussy.

"Oh, no," she whimpered and unzipped his fly. She breathed heavily as her fingers wrapped around his naked, hot prick. She gasped when she brought his cock out and saw it so close to her face.

How many times had she seen guys Ernie's age and imagined their tricks? Now she had one in her hot, little hand. It was close to her mouth and she could suck it, if she wanted to.

She felt Ernie's face go heavy against her cunt. He was falling to sleep – or into a coma. He was so drunk. Maybe he was too drunk to remember if she did it!

"Ohhh, darn," she whimpered.

She turned her head and faced his bulging throbbing cock. She parted her soft lips slowly and inched her mouth forward. His cockhead kissed her lips and she licked her tongue against it. A whimper escaped her throat. Then she took his powerful prick into her mouth and sucked it off.

As her brother snored loudly against her leaking pussy, Marsha took all of his cock into her sexy mouth and sucked it passionately. She had daydreamed about blowing an older boy's prick, and now she would get it out of her system. Her brother wouldn't know the difference so she took advantage of the situation.

She bobbed her pretty head rapidly, really getting into it. She gripped his thick cock-shaft and pumped it up and down as her wet mouth slid noiselessly over his cockhead. Her pretty tongue flashed and lashed as she sucked him.

When she felt his cock enlarge, like it did in her cunt when he was ready to shoot, she sucked it faster and harder, moaning softly as she went after his hot jism.

His prick lurched in her pretty mouth, then shot loads of thick white jism down her silky throat. She gulped and gulped to keep up with the spitting of his jerking prick. Mouthful after mouthful of creamy jism slid down her throat and she enjoyed it.

Her brother groaned in his delirium and probably dreamed of some luscious female sucking him off as his massive prick spit furiously into his sister's hungry little mouth. His face turned against her crotch and her pussy-juice smeared all over his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He licked at it in his coma as his prick pumped his load. Marsha swallowed all his come, then took her mouth off his spent cock and thought what she'd done. She decided it was nice.

In the light of day, Marsha was horrified to find that she was still holding her brother's naked, wet cock. She awoke at ten and for the first time she was glad her brother had drunk so much. She slithered from under him and hurried into the bathroom. She wondered just how much of all this Ernie would recall when he finally woke up.

Maybe none of it, she told herself as she bathed her pussy in the bathtub. Maybe he'll be so hung-over he won't remember a thing. She hoped for that.

Marsha was in for a series of pleasant surprises. They began the day after she had sucked her brother's cock. He awoke hung over and angry, but he was mad at himself. He stormed out of the bedroom and Marsha, sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera, was startled out of her wits. For a minute she thought he had come charging out of the room to rape her.

But Ernie cursed and mumbled angrily as he moved around the living room, gathering up empty whiskey bottles.

"God damn rot gut!" he swore.

Marsha looked on dazed as her brother filled two sacks with empties, whiskey bottles, wine bottles and beer cans.

Ernie rushed out of the room, carrying the two sacks in his arms. He kicked the kitchen door open and dumped the bags into a trash can. Then he came back into the house and kicked the door closed behind him.

Marsha stared wide-eyed as he came into the living room again. He moved right up to her and knelt down on the floor in front of her and took her hand between his.

"Marsha," he said evenly, looking her right in the eyes, "I'm sorry as hell for what I did last night."

"Ernie…"

"No, let me finish. I was a heel. A rotten bastard. It was the booze, but that's, no excuse for treating you the way I did. I had no right to rape you that way. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life."

"I could never hate you," Marsha said weakly.

Her brother's sincerity and honesty touched her deeply and made her feel like crying.

"You deserve better treatment than that," Ernie went on as if he hadn't heard her. "Forgive me, will ya? You're sure a pretty girl, no doubt about that. You've got luscious tits and a curvy ass and now I know you've got a super little cunt."

"Ernie…"

"I'm telling it like it is," he said grimly. "I ain't gonna lie to you and tell you I didn't like fucking you. God damnit, I loved it! You got my prick so fucking hard, harder than it's been in ages! I've been drinking too much, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Now I do. You made me see the light."

"Me?" Marsha squeaked.

"I mean raping you. When I woke up I wanted to die for what I did to you. I'm sorry. But don't get me wrong. Like I said, I ain't sorry I fucked you. I'm just sorry I raped you. I mean, it would have been a dream come true if you had wanted me to fuck you. Then it would have been all right."