Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Davey," she gasped. "Oh Davey. I know you love me. I love you, as well. Be gentle… " she whimpered, not realizing the heated words she was breathing into his ear only aroused him all the more. The pressure of her breath was more intense than the sounds of her words. He was no longer in any mood to answer with words of his own. He wanted her… NOW!

He eased her down onto the bed, kicking her open valise to the floor. Susan felt herself fall, and then she slid across the sheets in an attempt to evade her younger brother, but suddenly found herself pinned beneath him. His face had an expression of wanton malevolence as he whispered, "This is it, sis. I saw you there with Lasten. I know you didn't wanna do anything with him, but he woulda fucked you all the same, and from what I could see, you woulda let him. Better I should teach fucking t'you. Just remember, I love you. He doesn't."

"Davey, there has to be some other way. Mother always explained how evil can sometimes take control of us. Don't let that happen to you."

"Anything ma taught us was pure shit. Don't fight me, big sister. I just gotta fuck that pussy of yours."

"Oh Davey," she sobbed, despairing that she couldn't reach him. It wasn't the idea of his fucking her that bothered her so much as her lack of being able to communicate with him at such a vital time. After all, part of her really did want him to fuck her. She wished he would be more reasonable. Somehow things just weren't working out as she had anticipated.

She heard him sigh with the licentious need to plunge into her tight, unused pussy. It was almost as if it had been a subconscious dream he had been harboring for so long. She could see how the mere idea of screwing his loving sister while she was still a pure, sweet, innocent virgin was making his pulsing prick shudder painfully in the confines of his underwear. He was completely out of control and unable to control the passion he felt for his shuddering sister. She writhed under him, hoping to make him come to his senses, but all she did was arouse him that much more.

"You just lay there, Susan," he murmured, getting to his feet.

He tugged his underpants down, letting his throbbing erection lance the air wildly, swinging madly from side to side as he removed the rest of his clothing. The way his heaving cock throbbed he was afraid he might shoot into the open air.

Susan lay there, shivering in a sort of terrified wonder. She stared with wide eyes as Davey's large penis waggled back and forth. She had seen that penis engulfed all the way into Betty's mouth, but now that she was this close to it, she couldn't understand how Betty had swallowed it all. Maybe it lacked the length and breadth of an Ezekiel Stokes. But it was certainly long enough and thick enough to strangle an ordinary woman. Being this close to the pulsing prick made her more afraid than ever. The thickness seemed to lurch-up toward her as if crawling out of the hairy nest on his matted pelvis. And for the first time she had a close view of her brother's bloated testicles. Perhaps they weren't the duffel bags Stokes and his "brethren" had hanging below their cocks, but the sac was formidable enough. Still too young to be covered with hair, it displayed all the lines and crevices running through it.

Did Davey really think he could fit the full length of that large cock into her tender, virginal cunt? She wasn't built like Betty, or her mother. Somehow she couldn't conceive of being able.to contain the full length of his massive erection. He'd tear her apart, tugging her tissues and membranes out.

"Davey," she begged, tears in her eyes. "If you really love me, don't put that thing in me. It's incest."

"Incest is a nasty word someone once made up for family fucking," Davey all but whispered. "Look sis, I keep close tabs on everything about you. I know your period ended yesterday. There's no way you're gonna have a baby from what we're doin'. Stop actin' like mom. You wanna get fucked and you know it You just don't have the courage to admit it. Me, I was scared my first time, too. But I'm glad, now. And you're gonna be glad, too."

"Davey, no… "

"Susan, yes," he insisted, and threw himself on top of her, leaning over her white, pure form, holding her tightly against the mattress with one palm on her shoulder, while using the other hand to once again enjoy the touch of her warm flesh. He manipulated her nipples with quick-working fingers until they were each nearly an inch long. And when they were long enough, he brought his mouth down and began sucking on the swollen elongations, chewing lustily at their rubbery surfaces. His mouth worked so fastidiously, she thought he could actually taste her inner self oozing through the pores of her nipples.

"Oh God!" she gasped, feeling herself more and more in heat. It would be a matter of time before she not only surrendered to Davey's wishes, but actually urged him to proceed.

"Davey… " she gasped. "Davey… don't. Don't do this to me. You know it's wrong."

She went on hoping to penetrate his brain with her words. But Davey wasn't listening. As one hand continued to press her body into the bed, she could feel his other hand reaching between his own thighs. It was guiding the blood-swollen log of flesh along her hot inner thigh. She could feel the spongy head pressing into the softness of her own flesh, moving ever closer to the forbidden tunnel between the fleshy gates of her puffy cuntlips. It was only inches from her heated slot, now. Yes, her cunt was definitely hot and wet. She could feel heavier and thicker juices oozing from her love-slot, slithering down her labia, dropping onto the bed, forming a growing pool. Soon that thunderous cock would plunge into her box, tearing at her virginal membrane, ripping apart her hymen so it could pound itself into her body with wild madness until it drowned her cervix with continuous streams of white whey. The mere thought of herself struggling under her darling brother, who, until Betty had moved in had done everything she'd said, shuddered through her anguished mind. Her face contorted in horrifying fear, realizing there was definitely a new mistress in Davey's life. The only way to regain her own place was to be better than Betty. Her mind and her conscience still cried out against this entire thing as evil, but she knew the only way to fight the devil who had entered her home was on the devil's terms, not her own. She would give in to her body and her brother, but she would make him work every step of the way. With Al Lasten she had almost willingly surrendered herself. To Davey, she would surrender her body, but unwillingly. She was determined not to enjoy it, even if her body was crying out for pleasure.

"Please… Davey… " she begged, "if you must… do it easy… slowly… "

But the anxious youth ignored his older sister's anguished pleas, forcing his loins closer to the center between her tender thighs. His hips wedged her haunches wider apart as his belly pinned her to the mattress, pressing her divided buttocks deeply into the sheets. The soft silken strands of her pussy hair brushed maddeningly against his own belly, urging him to move all the more swiftly into her unused cavern. His knees forced her thighs to open even more widely as he pressed his own youthful pubis to hers.

"I love you, sis," he murmured almost incoherently. "I love you with all my heart, and I gotta prove it by fuckin' you. Soon you're gonna understand and you'll thank me for it. You'll see. Hell! You got a great cunt. It's only the second cunt I've ever seen, but it's gorgeous to look at. Now I gotta find out if it feels every bit as good as it looks. Here we go… "

"Davey… don't… don't… please… it's evil, it's wrong, it's… "

"It's great," he muttered. "That's what it is. It's great, and here it… comes… "