J. Bradley: Raped by brother

She squealed softly in the back of her throat, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Her cunt muscles spasmed. Tingles shot all through her body, and she couldn't keep her ass from wriggling in his lap.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Oh, God, that feels good, Sis!" he gasped. "Aw, shit – I'm going to come too! Honey, your tight pussy's just drawing it up from my balls! I'm sorry! God, I'm sorry!"

"It's all right, Whit! Come! Ohhhhh, I can feel it pumping into the back of my pussy! Ohhhh, God, it's exciting!"

"Hey, they're doin' it again!" Wendy cried, pointing her finger and jiggling all over.

Monica moaned. Nothing was secret. Nothing of her life had ever been secret.

"I'm gonna fuck that there hot cunt now, Harry rumbled, pulling at his long prick."

Wendy waddled over, sperm dripping from both her holes and running down her thighs. "And I'm gonna titty-fuck that hot prick! Get her off, Harry!"

She and Harry lifted Monica from Whit's lap so quickly her gripping, tight pussy nearly folded inside out. "Ahhhhh, Whit!" she cried.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Whit yelled.

"Stop me, buddy," Harry cackled, folding Monica over the arm of the couch. Her ass thrust into the air. She turned her head and cried and sobbed and flopped her hands helplessly behind her back, straining at the rope around her wrists.

She felt Harry dabble in her wet pussy folds with his fingers. "God damn, she were a virgin!" he said with surprise. "The juice is pink. Hot damn – a tight hole!"

He aimed his long cock and put the head between her bloated lips. He pushed forward. The long, long prick ran up her pussy – up and up.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" Monica cried, lifting her head from the seat of the moldy, stinking couch.

Thrills chased up and down her spine. She couldn't stop them. His prick slid in and out with long, steady strokes. She could just see Whit from the corner of her eye.

Wendy was between his legs, playing with his prick, sucking at it and jacking it and hefting his balls. Then she took her big soft tits in her hands and licked the nipples and wrapped the flesh tightly around his standing cock and rolled them up and down the stalk.

"Titty-fuck!" she cried. She dipped her head and sucked the head of his prick as it peeped between the mounds of flesh. "Make it shoot, rich boy! Gimme some oyster stew to drink!" She giggled and farted a dollop of sperm from her asshole.

Emmett came over, big and hairy. He held his fat prick to her lips. "Get it hard, twat," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck me some fresh cunt too, just as soon as Harry's finished."

"Aw, Emmett!" Wendy cried.

"You're fuckin' him, aintcha?"

"Just with my tits! It ain't the same, Emmett!"

"Get it hard," he growled again.

She sucked his prick. Whit looked at the monstrously wide and stubby dick. She could barely wrap her lips around it. He shuddered, thinking what pain his sister was going to suffer.

"Hot damn! What a tight twat! God, she's strippin' it!" Harry bellowed. He grabbed Monica's hips and bore against her upturned ass and drove his cock into her cervix and let it explode there.

"Eeeeee!" Monica cried sharply, tears coming to the backs of her eyes. The thing felt as if it were coming out her throat! She felt the powerful blast of sperm at her womb.

She heard Emmett's guttural growl. She felt the long prick be pulled from her pussy. Her lips quivered and sucked, and then they wrapped around a tree trunk.

Her eyes popped open. "God, no!" she cried.

A pole split her middle. She was thankful it was a short pole, at least. Hair covered her butt like a fur blanket. Hard, thrusting jabs made her whole body shake.

She couldn't believe how wide her pussy stretched. It quivered and shuddered, and electric jolts shot through her. She couldn't stop them.

"Ali! Ahhhhh!" she cried, over and over.

"Bitch knows she's gettin' fucked now, by God!" Emmett cackled, banging and jabbing into her spread cunt hole.

"You fuckin' her, I'm gonna fuck him, Emmett," Wendy challenged.

She didn't wait for a response. She climbed into Whit's lap, forcing her meaty thighs around his.

She held her pussy lips open and looked down at her red, dripping hole as she centered it over his prick and sat down.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned, chewing rapidly on her gum. "How ya like that for hot pussy, rich boy! Ohhhh, yes – jerk around in there and give it a bath, sweetie!"

Monica's head buzzed. Sounds were foggy. But she heard her brother's grating cry of orgasm, and she couldn't contain her own any longer.

Her pussy clamped tightly about the fat prick up it and shivered. "Eeeeeaaaah!" she screamed.

Emmett's big prick hosed into her upturned hole, filling it, making it overflow. Slippery juice boiled from her twat and flooded over the arm of the chair, some of it running up her slanted belly.

The sounds grew fuzzier and dimmer and then stopped altogether, as if she were in a dark, soundproof room.

The door opened. Daylight came through it. She opened her eyes. There was a new stink in her nostrils. She saw that she was on one of the mattresses on the floor.

There was weight on her back, a rhythm thudding against her ass that drove her pelvis into the hard stuffing. Then sensation came dully through her abdomen from her pussy, and she knew there was a hard prick fucking in and out of her twat.

She didn't know whose it was at first. Then she became conscious of the sweat on her asscheeks, as if her butt were covered by a fur blanket.

Her pussy muscles screamed from the stretching she was getting. She heard a guttural growl and felt a firehose blast hot fluid into her body.

People came into the cabin. "Are you fucking her again?" a voice said with a trace of disgust – Deke's voice.

Emmett rolled away from her, pulling his wet prick from her throbbing twat. "Yeah, what of it? It's nice ass. Why don't you try it? Shit, all you fuck is your sister. Goddamn pervert, that's all you are."

Deke stood over them and looked down. He shook his head and made a snort of disgust. "Christ, she isn't even conscious. And you call me a pervert. Notice the pronunciation."

"Fuck yer Goddamn big words. What the hell does my cock care if she's awake? Any action yet?"

"You're in too big a hurry, Emmett. It's been only five hours. We might not pick up the money for a few days yet."

"Shit! That's dumb! Lettin' it sit on that bare island! What if some fuckin' fisherman sees the marker and gets curious and takes off with the money, huh? What if they're watchin' the island?"

Deke sighed. "The marker's too small to be seen unless you know it's there. And there's no way anybody can watch the island from a boat without our seeing the boat first – that's why I chose that particular island. The only way they can watch it is with a helicopter, and we'll surely see that. Relax, Emmett. Amuse yourself with fucking an unconscious girl again."

He turned away. Emmett sat up quickly. "I hear a boat!" he grunted.

The cabin became still. Monica moved her head. She could just hear the buzz of an engine. She looked farther around and saw Whit. He was still fled in the chair. Carla was fucking him, posting up and down on his prick.

"You weren't such a bad fucker after all, honey," she said breathily. "I'm going to miss you, you know that? Ohhhhh, come on, Whit – let it go. Squirt up into my pussy! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey! Watch – watch me masturbate while you're fucking me, and then you'll come in me!" She reached down and fingered her pussy and his imbedded root.

"Carla – shut up!" Deke said sharply.

The buzz grew louder. Harry looked through the window. "There it is – over there," he said, pointing.

Deke went up beside him. They watched for a long moment, saying nothing. The buzz grew to a maximum and then began to fade. Deke turned away from the window.