L. Madding - Cherry busting brother

"No!" she screamed, trying to yank her wrists from her brother's tight grasp.

"Where are you going?" the alarmed boy gasped. "You aren't going to do anything rash, are you?"

"I'm going upstairs and frig myself with a candle. I'm going to pop my cherry with it. I can't wait anymore!" she screamed. With one violent last wrench, she pulled away from her brother and clattered up the stairs, sobbing violently.

She ran into her room, and slammed the door and then locked it.

She threw herself on the bed, between the devil and the deep blue sea. In the first place, she was horny. In the second place she was so horny that she was enraged. In the third place, her brother had made her even angrier by barging in on her the way he did. In the fourth place, her brother always made her horny, and that added to the intensity of the lust which coursed through her. In the fifth place, she was so horny at this point, that the candle wouldn't do. In the sixth place she needed that candle, and didn't care any more what kind of damage it would do to her cherry. She had to have it popped! In the seventh place, she was so enraged with lust and passion, that her knees were now too weak to carry her heaving body across the room to the bureau, where the candle was.

She was white and weak with desire.

She heard her brother knocking on the door.

"Cathy, Cathy! Open this door."

She heard the door knob rattle.

"Go away, I'm going to die!" she screamed, sobbing violently. And in fact, at that moment, given her bizarre condition, she was really afraid it would happen.

"Cathy you open this door, or I'll bust it in!"

That only made Cathy cream more. She wanted him to bust it in, wanted him to rush into the room, wanted him to take her, violently, with no foreplay, and no little kid stuff.

Cathy needed to be fucked so badly that her cunt was contorted with pain. She wondered if she could take a cock in her cunt the way it felt right now.

She heard a loud thud against the door, and it was battered inward. Her brother stood in the doorway, his hands clenched, looking at his sister.

She hadn't put her panties back on, and her skirt, with all the writhing on the bed she had done, was hiked up past her ass.

That condition did not escape her brother's attention. His cock was throbbing violently as he stared at her trembling form.

He walked over to the bed.

"Go away!" she screamed.

"Cathy, you're too young to do it!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" her brother said hotly.

Cathy was out for blood. She ached so badly that it was sheer agony for her to remain in this pristine condition any longer.

She looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening like jewels with the tears in them.

"You're just jealous, you bastard!" she hissed, using a word she seldom used, and wouldn't have dared to use in front of her parents.

"What are you talking about!" Jimmy exclaimed, distressed. He got so up-tight with her accusation, that he jumped off the bed, and stared at her.

Cathy looked up at him, her attention arrested by his violent emotion. As if someone had handed him a hot potato and he had dropped it because his hand had got burned.

Had she, inadvertently, hit upon a truth? She looked at his crotch.

He had a hard-on!

"You're just saving me for yourself, that's what!" she screamed. "Look at you! Look at that hard-on!"

She reached out and squeezed it hard. It was like a firebrand and it only added more fuel to her already raging fire. Her brother yelped at the pressure of her hand, and jumped backward.

"You're a hypocrite, Jimmy Jones!" she screamed. She was salivating heavily, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed on the corner of her mouth.

"You've wanted me all this time, and you've made me stay away from boys so you can have me yourself."

"Cathy, that's incest!" the disturbed boy gasped.

"I don't care! Ohhh…!" she moaned, renewing her tears. She had cried so hard that she was hiccuping.

"Cathy," Jimmy said, appalled at the idea, and admitting the truth of it, "that's incest. What would Mom and Dad say?"

Cathy looked up at him, and then down at his fantastic cock.

"They don't have to know," she said, angling for her brother's attention. Wayne had been, at best, second best. It was her brother she had wanted all along, and he had just about admitted that he felt the same way about her.

She saw her brother gulp, saw his Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed, his throat dry, his passion rising at a fast clip.

There was no doubt in Jimmy's mind that his sister had blossomed into one hell of a woman. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her. He had loved her from the first moment he remembered her, running around after him with her bright smile and her golden hair, adoring him, looking up to him, listening to him when he talked to her.

The lump in his throat made his breathing hard.

That love had grown into a lust for his sister.

"It's true," he said, with his characteristic honesty and courage. "I guess I have fallen in love with you. I guess I was jealous of you with other boys. But I don't want you for myself. That's wrong. I just want you to find a nice boy. Why in hell did you pick a klutz like Wayne Johnson?"

Cathy gasped and raised herself up on one elbow, glaring at her brother.

"Wayne is the best stud in class!" she hissed. "And thanks to you, I'll never be able to find out why."

"You didn't look like you were doing too good with him!" Jimmy barked. "And he's not the best stud in class. He just does good public relations! He doesn't even know how to use his dick!"

"How do you know, Jimmy Jones?" Cathy screamed, remembering how difficult it was for Wayne to insert his prick in her cunt.

"Because I've had some of the girls that he's had, and he sucks! They've told me."

"Well, they never tell me. Mary Jane said he was fantastic!"

"Mary Jane is a virgin, like you. She's just talking because she feels left out."

"How do you know?" Cathy screamed.

"Oh, come on, Cathy," Jimmy said, getting up enough courage to sit down on the bed again. Having confessed his love for his sister, she was getting a little too hot to handle. And Jimmy's cock ached.

He reached out timidly, and stroked Cathy's hair.

"The least you could do, if you really want to have your cherry popped, is come to me. I'll get you a date with one of the boys in my class. They're all really great, and they'll treat you nice. With respect, the way you deserve."

"I don't want one of the boys in your class, Jimmy," Cathy said. Her little hand reached out and she pressed her palm into Jimmy's hard-on.

"I want you."

Jimmy jumped as if he had been stuck with a knife.

"Cathy, I told you, that's wrong!"

"Why? You said you loved me. If you don't do it, Jimmy Jones, I'm going to run away tonight, and get it done by someone – anyone. I'll go downtown, and pretend I'm a hooker!"

"No you won't because I'll lock you in your room!"

"You can't!" Cathy retorted. "You broke the lock."

"I'll lock you in my room, then," Jimmy said, furious with the stubborn little girl. "You're not going anywhere tonight, Cathy Jones!"

"If you lock me in your room, I'll tell Mom and Dad you raped me," Cathy said. She didn't really mean it. She wouldn't hurt her parents like that, or do something that bad to Jimmy.

For as long as she'd known him, he had been kindness itself to her. When other big brothers were teasing their sisters, and being mean to them, Jimmy had always been nice to her, had talked to her, had helped her with her homework – even worked on their parents with her to get something she wanted, like her bicycle.

"Cathy that would kill Mom and Dad!" Jimmy said, genuinely concerned, and puzzled how to treat his sister. He had never seen her so wild, so hot and eager.