J. Bradley - Raped by brother

"So am I, Whit."

"Yeah, but you look like a Sanderhoff."

"Oh, Whit…" she cried softly. She emitted a big sigh of despair.

"Yeah. Don't give me that now, Sis. It's all set up. Tomorrow, the call gets made. Two hundred biggies it's gonna cost him. I'll pay them for helping, and I'll even give you some of it, Sis. How much do you want?"

Deke interrupted, surprising both of them. "Don't get carried away, there, Whit," he said. "You shouldn't make promises you can't deliver on."

"What the hell do you mean?" Whit asked, turning around. He blanched. Harry was looming in front of him, and Emmett completely blocked the doorway.

Deke smiled slowly. "There's been a little change in the plan. The way it goes now, your share has shrunk. To nothing, in fact."

Whit licked his lips. His eyes darted around the room. "Make that damn clear, fella," he said.

"Sure. You're not just playing at being kidnapped any more. You are. And the cost just went up to five hundred big ones – one for each of us." He thudded the chair onto its front legs and got up. "Tie them up, Harry."

"You can't do this!" Whit cried.

"Oh, shove it, you dumb fucker!" Carla cried suddenly, putting her arm intimately around her brother's waist. She tipped her head back and laughed. "Poor little rich boy. The classic example. God! A few sucks and fucks, and you're putty! You want to see what a shitty fucker you are? Let's show him, honey," she said to Deke. "Ohhhh, baby, let's show him now!"

She pushed her pants down over her ass, baring herself boldly. Site stepped out of them. Her asscheeks gleamed in the yellow light. Her blond curls took on a golden hue. She pushed them up against her brother's crotch and pressed her tits against his chest.

He moved her gently aside. "In a minute, Carla. I want these two taken care of first. Strip," he ordered.

"You bastard!" Whit cried, making a threatening move.

Emmett growled and moved in, his piggy eyes crawling all over Monica. "Y'all git nekkid," he grated, cupping his crotch with one hand, making a fist as big as a cypress bole with the other. "I'll get 'em nekkid, Deke," he grinned wickedly.

"'Specially that sweet little piece of sugar cunt."

"Hey, you, Emmett," Wendy piped up. "Don't you get hot for her! My little fuzz box is all wet from waiting for you to get back."

"Slit," he said. "It's wet from Harry fuckin' it, that's what. While I was waitin' on them to come."

"No, it ain't, Emmett!" she cried. "With Deke here?"

"Hell, when did that ever stop you? You probably sucked him off while Harry was fuckin' you."

"I never!" she cried, her big tits wobbling. Then her face split into a grin, and she giggled. "But I'm ready!" she whooped, lifting the tee shirt off her chest with one swoop.

Her naked tits burst into the room, two huge, white bags on her chest, capped by cherry nipples. She rolled them in her hands and lifted them to her mouth and sucked the nipples hard and stiff and wet.

"Ooooo, I'm ready!"

Harry moved a lanky arm to a shelf and brought forth a coil of rope. "Over in the chair," he said to Whit, his neck as angled in front as a crane's. His voice was astonishingly bassy and full.

He pointed to Whit's pants. Whit looked at Monica and swallowed. Then he undid his belt and pushed his pants off. His prick bowed outward. He removed his shirt. He sat in the wooden chair, and Harry tied him into it securely, his stringy muscles popping out on his arms.

"Now you, Monica," Deke said, having the gall to smile prettily at her.

When she didn't move, he came over and took her arm and yanked her to her feet, strength and menace simmering just under the surface of his handsome refinement.

She looked into his eyes for a brief moment, and the sight chilled her. She'd been fooled. He was evil inside. Evil and sick. Sick and bright – a frightening combination.

She knew instinctively that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this – with the help of Harry and Emmett. But it was surely the headiest and most ambitious such job. So much so that he was going to be certain that nothing went wrong.

He put his arms around her. She felt her tits pillow against his chest. She shivered and tried to draw back. He smiled handsomely and held her tightly, his hand roaming up and down her spine, over her buttocks, feeling the hard, round globes with agonizing gentleness.

At another time, in another place, she would have been taken in totally by him. She would have trembled in his arms and been putty in his hands. Even now, with the feel of his strengthening prick against her mound, she could feel her cunt tunnel squirm.

His fingers found her zipper. He drew it down. He peeled the mini from her body. He looked down at her mesh bra, the way the cups were full of her round tits. His hand swept tinglingly over the front of her slick panties.

"Don't you fuck my sister!" Whit cried from the chair. "By God, they'll hang you for that! You're not going to get away with this! If the cops don't catch you, Chester will, and he'll blow your balls off if you fuck her!"

Deke turned his head, still holding Monica against him. "I'm not going to fuck her cherry out of her, Whit," he said quietly. He snatched her bra and panties off in two quick motions, tearing the garments and making her skin burn. He looked at her naked pussy and her round tits, and his cock throbbed rigidly in his pants.

"I'm not going to cherry her," he repeated softly. "You are."

Monica gasped. Carla laughed gleefully, clapping her hands, stripping her blouse off and getting completely naked. Wendy giggled and pushed the shorts from her bulbous, jiggling ass. She spread her meaty thighs and fingered her puffy cunt lips until they spread so wide apart with heat that her cunt hole showed fully.

"We won't be caught, Whit," he said, grinning with supreme confidence. "But if we are, you're the one who's going to get life for popping her cherry. Carla – you know what he likes. Get him hard. Get that cock like a poker."

"Me too, me too!" Wendy cried, her flesh jiggling softly all over.

"You gotta wait," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna fuck my load into that big pussy first."

He dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt. His chest was like a barrel. It was matted with hair. His thighs were huge, solid muscle. His prick was unbelievably fat and short, like the squat trunk of live oak.

He fisted his prick and took her in his arms. She squealed and giggled and rolled her tits against his chest. She threw her legs around his waist and settled her broad butt in his cupping hands.

His cock poked at her open pussy and then spread the wet meat and fucked inside.

"Ohhhhh!" she squealed. "Fuck me, Emmett! God, that prick's fat! I nearly can't take it at first, and then my pussy opens up and takes it all!"

He puffed and fucked his hips against her middle, ramming her yielding body good, walking around the room with her as she clung to him and giggled and moaned and fucked freely back.

Carla dropped to her knees in front of Whit. She looked up at him and grinned. "I know what he likes," she said. "He likes my soft lips. He likes my hot little tongue. He likes to watch me play with my pussy. Mmmmmm, I'm going to give you the best sucking you've ever had, you big fucker. And that prick's going to get as stiff as an iron rod."

"You bitch," Whit grated, twisting against his ropes as she slipped her slim fingers under his balls and pulled at his prick.

"Just think of how badly you wanted to slip your hot, hard prick into your sister's sweet pussy, honey. Remember how you watched me suck it off? Remember how you couldn't wait to fuck her mouth and spurt your cum down her throat? Just think what it's going to be like when we slip her tight, sweet, virginal pussy down over that hard, hard cock, Whit. Think of it!"