J. Bradley - Raped by brother

"Whit – she's fucking my asshole with her tongue!" Monica cried harshly and loudly, right into his ear.

Her body jerked rind shuddered. Her tit swelled into his mouth until he nearly choked on the abundance of it. Heat blazed through her body in wild, licking tongues of flame that shot inward from the torching spark at her asshole.

Whit pulled his mouth from her tit again. "You like it, don't you, Sis?" he asked, his voice gasping and husky. "Don't deny it, Monica – you love it!"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

There wasn't any cherry in her asshole. Carla didn't have to hold back, and she didn't. Her tongue drilled deeply into the dark tunnel, writhing and wriggling, pulling back, making the sensitive ring of tissue pulse and suck wildly.

Whit watched, bending over her lap to stare. He could see her open pussy, the slick meat, all pink and quivery. He could even see the ragged hole in her cherry.

He watched Carla's tongue thrust in and out of her lips, the tip sinking into the rubbery, stretched ring of his sister's asshole.

"Christ, am I hot!" he gasped, his prick thrusting and throbbing from his lap. "Carla, hurry up and finish her off and suck my cock again!"

Carla shook her head. Her tongue was imbedded in Monica's tight little asshole. The motion made Monica's hips toss from side to side.

"Then jack me off!" he moaned, squeezing his sister's tit again while he watched her asshole being eaten. Carla was lapping and lapping at it now, her tongue making long, sweeping strokes that rasped softly over Monica's pussy mouth too, stimulating her young, hot body in both places.

But Carla's hands were full of Monica's round asscheeks. Whit moaned and fucked his hips into the air. Then he took his sister's hand and drew it toward his flaming prick.

He wrapped her fingers around the heated stalk before she knew what he was doing. She felt the girth of him, the throbbing of his rampant flesh, and she couldn't stop her hand from squeezing the hard cock.

"You do it, Sis!" he gasped. "Monica – jack my cock off! Ahhh, God, I'm hot!"

"Whit – Whit!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh…"

He was moving her wrist up and down. His prick slid back and forth in the circle of her clutching fingers. She felt his hips strain forward, and her mind spun.

She couldn't believe it. She had her hand wrapped around her brother's hot cock, playing with it, fucking the stiff shaft with it, bringing him to orgasm. She hadn't even done that with Burke.

"Ahhhhhgh!" Whit groaned, straining, trying to come. "Faster! More! Ohhhhh, shit, you're not doing it right! It isn't going to work! God, I've got to fuck!"

He gasped and moaned. Then he made a sudden move. It was quick and clumsy. He banged his knee against the steering wheel. He bumped his head on the ceiling panel.

But he managed to reposition himself anyway, and Monica couldn't do anything about it but gasp and whimper.

Her eyes popped from her head. She couldn't believe what he was doing. But his leg swung over her body in the cramped confines, and he twisted himself around until he was facing her.

Until his throbbing, stretching prick was facing her!

"Suck it, Sis!" he groaned wildly. "Suck my cock!"

"Whi-i-i-t!" she cried, a drawn out, shaky sound of terror and lust and shame all rolled into one tremulous wail.

"You just watched her do it! You can do it! Monica – your brother… you can do it for your brother!"

He had one hand on the back of the seat. He held his prick with the other one, lowering his hips toward her face, feeding the stiff, dripping shaft toward her lips.

The head smeared over them. The touch was heady and thrilling and debasing all at once. Slippery oil coated her lips suddenly, and she licked out with the tip of her tongue.

Flavor burst through her senses – the taste of hot cock. Her passion soared. But she turned her head to the side and moaned loudly, bucking upward just as Carla's finger speared into her wet, open asshole.

"Suck it, Sis!" Whit cried again, his hand sliding up and down his prick, jacking himself as he tried to fuck her mouth with it.

He stopped that and put his hand on the top of her head, turning her face toward his throbbing prick. He pushed forward. The glans bumped against her lips again, smearing more seeping oil on them, making her senses spin.

"No, Whit…" she cried, opening her mouth.

She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have talked. The rest of what she'd been going to say was plugged off as his hot cockhead slid between her lips and filled her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Nnnn!" she squeaked.

Something happened to her. Maybe it was the way Carla's finger was twisting and writhing deeply into her asshole or the way her lips sucked and pulled at her flaming clit while she did it. Maybe it was because she was so hot she couldn't even think any more.

Or maybe it was the taste and feel of hot cock in her mouth. She didn't know. Right then, she didn't care. Oil seeped from the big eye and spread over her tongue and into the back of her throat.

Flavor filled her senses. The sensation of bumps and veins on the bottom of his shaft rippling over her soft lips drove her out of her mind.

Her tongue swirled suddenly around the meaty, spongy glans of her brother's prick. Her lips compressed around the shaft. Her head moved forward so that she could suck more of the wonderful, thrilling, throbbing prick into her mouth.

She drew on it. She did it again. She heard her brother's groan of pleasure. He began to move his hips back and forth in short strokes, making his prick fuck her mouth.

He took his hand from the top of her head and braced himself against the back of the seat. He didn't have to hold her any more. They both knew he didn't.

She was sucking him freely now – even if they were brother and sister. That didn't matter any more. They were male and female – stiff prick and hot mouth. That was all that mattered.

Or maybe there was another kind of closeness that made it right simply because they were brother and sister. At least that made it seem like something other than rape.

She sucked his trembling prick. She drank freely of the slippery oils seeping from the big-eyed tip. Her tongue slithered all around the incredibly slippery head. The tip probed into the big eye as if seeking more of his juice.

Then her head was moving back and forth, and her hands were sweeping up his thighs to cup his ass. Her hips surged up and down as her whole bottom was fucked and sucked at the same time by Carla's avid mouth and tongue and fingers.

"Ahhhh, Sis!" Whit choked. "Beautiful! Ohhhhh, what a cocksucker you are! Why haven't we done this before! All the time – the wasted time."

His prick throbbed wildly in her mouth. She felt the head expand like a soft plug. It stretched toward the back of her throat, and she knew it was going to happen.

She remembered the flood of sperm that had shot onto her belly from Burke's spitting prick. She remembered the way sperm had spurted from Carla's lips as Whit had flooded the blonde's mouth with his torrent of cum.

She began to swallow rapidly while she sucked. It was like something primeval and instinctive, a preparation for what was to come.

She heard him gasp harshly. She felt his asscheeks clench in her hands. His prick bucked, filling her mouth. Then he cried out heatedly, and the first hot spurt of sperm shot into the back of her working, drinking throat.

"Yaaaaagh!" he bellowed.

Monica drank and drank. She couldn't keep up with the flow. Sperm filled her mouth. It made the bucking shaft become frictionless in her mouth.

At the same time, she was aware of the way her hips were lifting and tossing, of the great charges of sensation bursting through her young body.

Her pussy fluttered and flapped. Her asshole clenched and spasmed around the finger imbedded in it and fucking it so thrillingly.