J. Bradley: Raped by brother

Satisfied that the lot was empty, she glanced toward the street. From her high vantage point, she could see Burke's four-wheel pickup nosed into the bushes down the street.

She looked down at him again and smiled back happily. She didn't know why she felt so excited and tingly. Was it Burke Hammond who made her heart flutter and her pussy twitch damply, or was it the forbidden act of sneaking out – to see a boy?

She didn't care any more. She gave a final push and swung a trim leg up and over, feeling her pussy spread wide. With her front to the wall, she began lowering herself. She felt his hands on her thighs, strong and firm, as he helped her down.

Her breasts scraped along the wall, and the nipples burned inside the thin cups. His hands shifted to her asscheeks, and she gasped with the sensation as her weight bore against his open, cupping palms.

A thumb went between her thighs as she wriggled down the wall. It slipped into her deep, soft asscrack and then lodged right under her crotch.

"Ohhhhh, Burke…" she gasped.

"I've got you, Monica – come on, let go, I've got you," he puffed, planting his feet firmly, resting the side of his face against her firm buttock.

Monica glanced down her front. She saw his thumb sticking out from between her thighs like a short prick. She felt the way it pushed the material of her bikini right into the sweet, slippery gap between her pussy lips.

The sensation was unbelievable. She felt her whole belly surge with warmth and squirming. She felt as if she could just squeeze her thighs together tightly around his thumb and wriggle her ass in his hands until something wonderful happened.

She slid down the wall. Her halter caught on a small protrusion of stucco, and she felt it lifting away from the bottoms of her tits.

When the sand gave way under Burke's foot, she came down quickly. His hands slid up over her hips, pulling her bottoms terribly tight around her asscheeks and pussy lips. The halter lifted off her tits and made them spill free, and then his hands were cupping them tightly as they staggered together to keep from falling over.

"It's okay, I've got you now!" he cried softly.

"Gee, I must have slipped or something, Monica, I'm sorry."

She felt his hands against her tits. She felt her naked back against his naked chest. She felt her buttocks snuggled against the front of his body.

"Ohhhhhh, Burke…" she moaned quietly, tipping her head back to look at him.

He was grinning innocently. Her moan made the grin go away. His lips quivered. She felt the beat of his heart suddenly as he looked down over her shoulder and saw where his hands were, how they were filled with her firm, naked tits.

His fingers flexed, squeezing the flesh reflexively. "Monica…" he gasped. "Oh, Monica."

They both looked down. One nipple spiked redly between his fingers and throbbed. She felt a quick thickening through the bulk of his cutoffs and her bikini bottoms, and it swelled into the deep crack of her taut ass.

"Monica…" he gasped again.

"Burke – you're holding… you've got your hands over my tits!" Monica gasped.

"I sure do," he said stupidly.

"Ohhhhhhh, don't… let me go, Burke! Ohhhh…"

He gasped heatedly against the back of her neck and the side of her face, and she could feel him tremble as much as she was, his fingers still squeezing and kneading her heated flesh gently.

"Ohhhhhh, Monica – they feel so good! So firm and full! God, how I've wanted to hold you against me like this, you don't know!"

"Burke, stop – you mustn't! I – ohhhhh, stop squeezing them, Burke, you don't know what you're doing to me!"

"What, Monica? What am I doing to you? Tell me!" he gasped. "Oh, God – if you only knew what the feel of your sweet body is doing to me!"

"I can feel it, Burke!" Monica gasped, moaning when she couldn't help the way her tight, full butt cheeks clenched spasmically around the thickening hump of his cock as he pushed against her back.

"Oh, Monica – honey… I've never felt this way about any girl before, I swear I haven't!" he moaned, holding her tighter and tighter. "The way you look, the sound of your voice – everything about you drives me wild!"

Monica gasped again. She felt dizzy from the force of all the new sensations jolting through her young body. Yet, oddly, she felt a quick streak of jealousy at the thought he might have fondled another girl's tits – or more.

"Are you sure you're not just saying that, Burke?" she gasped.

"Monica, I swear it! Why else would I put up with the silly rules your grandfather has? What other guy would sneak over here and go through all this just to talk to you and be with you for a few minutes? You keep wondering what terrible things would happen to you if we got caught like this. But what about me? What do you think would happen to me? I must be nuts to take this kind of risk, Monica – and I am! I'm nuts about you, honey!"

He kissed the side of her face. He pressed himself tightly against her back and her full, round buttocks, not caring any more if she did feel the swell of his prick in her deep, wonderful asscrack.

Monica was nearly breathless. She let out a long moan of happiness and heat and turned in his arms. She pressed her front against him tightly, letting her tits flatten boldly against his naked, hard chest, letting the hump of his swollen, throbbing cock press against her hot, running cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, Burke!" she cried. "I feel so scary! Hold me, darling – hold me tightly!"

He did. His hands moved all over her back. They slid over her hips and cupped the full, firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her quivering pussy tightly against his middle until their pelvises ground and slid together erotically.

They swayed together, gasping and clinging. Monica felt the big waxy seagrape leaves under her bare feet. She didn't know how it happened, but they were suddenly lying on the thick carpet of them, still embraced.

Burke lifted her face from the hollow of his shoulder and looked into her indigo eyes. "Monica, I love you," he whispered.

"I – I love you too, Burke."

"I wish… God, I just wish you could get out, away from this place. I wish I were good enough for you."

Monica drew back slightly and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"You know," he said. "Good enough for your grandfather."

"No, I don't know, Burke," she said. "What do you mean?"

"I'm just a guy, Monica. My father's just a forest ranger off in the Everglades. My parents are divorced, and my mother just runs a dress shop over in Miami. That makes me a nobody, Monica – nobody your grandfather would want to have you associate with. Come on, you know it's that way."

She drew back further, blinking. "Burke, that isn't true!" she cried. "Grampa isn't that way!"

"Sure he is," Burke said darkly. He looked at her. His expression changed. "Honey, you mean you really don't know? My God, it's all over school! I've heard even Whit admits it. You're untouchable. No guy has a chance in hell of getting near you because of him – not unless his old man's another millionaire with a family pedigree ten feet long."

Monica stared at him. She didn't believe it. And then, suddenly, she did. It all made sense to her now – the restrictions, the chaperone whenever she wanted to go anywhere off the estate. She came against Burke with a sudden burst of emotion.

"You're near me, darling!" she cried, pressing her tits boldly against his chest again, lifting her mouth to his, kissing a boy for the first real time in her life.

"Ohhhhh, Monica!" Burke gasped.

His lips parted. She felt the tip of his tongue slide into her mouth. The touch of it was thrilling.

She felt his hands roam over her back and her butt again, and she yielded to him completely, feeling a spark of rebellion inside her as she did.