J. Bradley: Raped by brother

She moaned and shoved her face into his lap, opening her mouth, sucking his prick between her lips. Whit gritted his teeth and turned his head. He saw Wendy and Emmett fucking.

They were in the kitchen part. Her butt was resting at the edge of the counter, her legs still around his waist. His prick made wet sounds in her pussy. He sucked on one of her tits, and she sucked on the other one, squirming and moaning against him.

Whit looked at his sister. Deke and Harry were around her. Harry's pants were off. His cock was a foot long. It was rising, coming up between her round, pert asscheeks, sliding under her crotch as he tied her hands behind her back and made her tits thrust forward.

Deke was feeling them. Then he bent down and sucked on them, doing it softly and gently, making Monica grit her teeth to keep from moaning.

"Man, that's nice ass," Harry rumbled, cupping her cheeks when he'd finished tying her hands. He spread the firm spheres with his thumbs and put the head of his long, thin dick between them.

"Ahhhhh, don't!" Monica cried, lurching forward. "Whit! He's trying to fuck my ass!"

"Lay off, Goddamn it!" Whit yelled, thrashing in the chair. "Lay off my sister!"

Deke looked at him and grinned. "Sisters are the best, ol' buddy," he said. "How you coming with him, Carla?"

She sucked her mouth from Whit's cock and fisted the wet prick. "He's still too limp, Deke," she smiled. "But he's coming along. Mmmm, I could suck on a soft prick all day long," she said, slurping his noodle between her lips again, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue.

"Man, that there's a tight little hole," Harry gasped, his cock now stiff and throbbing, the head swelling between Monica's cheeks and pressing right against her asshole.

"It needs wetting, Harry," Deke said. He cupped her twat with his hand and ran a fingertip up her slit, feeling her with outrageous boldness. "So does her pussy."

"Well, then, what say we slick her up, Deke?" Harry grinned.

"What say?" Deke said, smiling at Monica. "Be a good girl, now, and spread your legs, honey."

He got to his knees in front of her. She could feel Harry do the same behind her. They held her still by her thighs and hips, the four hands caressing her lower body constantly.

She sucked in her breath and looked at Whit. He was still gritting his teeth, trying to keep from getting hard. He was doing wonderfully but it was a losing battle.

It was just a matter of time. Carla sucked on his cock avidly. She drew the whole length of him into the warm, silky cavern of her mouth. She rolled his prick with her tongue, massaging the spongy glans.

She fondled his balls with her slim fingers. Then she began to stroke his asshole, teasing him mercilessly. When she wetted her finger and screwed it slowly and sensuously into his twitching butt, Monica could hear his gasp.

She saw the root of his prick thicken, and she knew it had bucked into greater stiffness in Carla's mouth. Monica knew what that mouth and tongue could do. She'd seen it before, and she'd felt its action before, and there was no doubt in her mind that her brother would have a raging hard-on very shortly.

She glanced at Wendy and Emmett. His fat cock pumped in and out of her juicy hole. Her pussy was so open and wet that her juices ran down her thighs and were smeared on Emmett's hips.

The girl stopped sucking on her own tit and tossed her head back. "Owwweee, Emmett!" she cried. "Honey, that fat prick's gonna pull my trigger! Real close, Emmett! Are you? You gonna blast my pussy full of white stuff? Ohhhh, gimme some cream, Emmett! Shoot the hot sauce up me, baby!"

Her fleshy legs quivered. Her butt jiggled and shook on the counter. Her stretched pussy muscles pulled and sucked at the fat prick reaming in and out of her hot cunt.

Emmett growled in the back of his throat. His powerful butt cheeks clenched tightly together and jerked forward, driving his trembling prick all the way into the red, oily silk of Wendy's spasming cunt.

"Hoooeee, Emmett!" she squealed, kicking her legs into the air and opening them wide, taking his body fully between them. "I'm comin', baby! Drill me deep! Gimme a gusher! God! Yaaaagh!"

Emmett growled again, saying no words, only noises of animal lust. His prick bucked violently and exploded, hosing the inside of her pussy with hot, spurting cream.

The stuff spurted from her red hole and drooled down the front of the kitchen counter. They whooped and shuddered, and Emmett grabbed her in his arms again and swung her around, his prick still pumping up into her body.

Monica watched and licked her lips and shuddered. She didn't want it to happen, but her pussy tunnel squirmed slickly all the way back to the end of her vagina.

Her flat tummy rippled with each stroke of Deke's finger up and down her slit. Her cheeks trembled against the opening pressure of Harry's thumbs, and her asshole pulsed in and out when she felt his breath wash moistly over it.

"Ohhhhhh, don't…" she whimpered.

She felt his tongue lick up her asscrack. He did it again and again, making the deep groove slick with saliva. Then he centered the tip at her asshole and rimmed it again and again, wetting the rubbery mouth until it blazed with sensation.

At the same time, Deke had put his face to her pussy, tipping his head back slightly. "Slick her up real good, Harry," he said.

His tongue slurped up her slit. The point circled her clitoral bud and made the tiny organ stretch and fill to erection and tingling sensitivity.

"Ahhhhhh, don't…" Monica whimpered again.

She gasped and put her hands on the top of Deke's head. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. It didn't work. She felt her pussy begin to run with honey.

He slurped it up. She whimpered quaveringly and cast a glance toward her brother. She saw that he wasn't having any luck either. His prick got thicker under Carla's relentless sucking and finger fucking of his asshole.

Then Harry stood up behind her again. He lifted his long prick up and placed the head against her slick asshole and pushed tentatively.

"Oh-h-h, Whit…" she gasped.

It was the sound of surrender, of hopeless defeat, of pointless resistance to the inevitable. As if on command from the secret thoughts of her mind, her pussy tunnel gushed forth a wad of honey into Deke's mouth, and her asshole began to quiver open.

"Ahhhhhh – God! He's fucking my asshole!" she cried heatedly, shaking her head, her ass and hips quivering wildly. "Whit! Whit, it's going in! His prick! I can feel it going up my butt! Ahhhhh, I'm squeezing and squeezing, but I can't stop it! Whit!"

"You bastards – you bastards…" Whit choked, watching it happen.

He couldn't believe the length of that prick of Harry's. He watched Monica be bent over slightly at the waist so that her asshole was elevated and opened for the spearing shaft, and then he watched it disappear slowly between her round, tight cheeks.

"Yaaaaagh!" Monica cried throatily, saliva drooling from her lower lip. Her tits shook. Her cheeks clenched and clamped. But there was nothing she could do to stop the relentless penetration of her butt.

She felt her anal mouth spread and quiver. The big head popped through the muscular ring with a rubbery snap. And then her whole bottom became more and more filled with hot, throbbing cock.

At the same time, Deke's mouth was wide open under her dripping, flowing pussy. His tongue battered her clit and made her gasp again and again. His hands were wrapped around her hips, and his fingers held hey asscheeks open for Harry's cock.

She tossed her head around and happened to see her brother once through the dizziness of her mind. His prick was shiny and fully erect. Carla was slipping her pursed lips up and down the full length of it.