J. Bradley: Raped by brother

"Just some kid in a boat," he said.

Carla stopped holding her breath and let it explode from her mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, her ass churning over Whit's prick. "God, oh God – that was wild! Having to hold it like that! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her orgasm ripped through her. She didn't stop moving. She fucked her wet pussy up and down Whit's prick until he turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth and couldn't stop the climax she drew from him.

"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, as if disgusted with himself for giving in. But then she always could make him come.

She rose from his lap on wobbly legs, stretching her lithe body sensually. "Ohhhhh, I just love all this fucking, Deke," she said, going up to him and kissing him fully. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Enjoy yourself, honey," he said. "They won't be here much longer."

She cupped her brother's crotch fondly and squeezed the meat there. "Emmett's right, sweetie," she said. "You ought to slip your prick up her pussy and give her a good one while she's here. It's a nice pussy – real sweet and slippery. I won't mind at all, honey. Why should I mind? I've fucked her brother enough. It wouldn't be fair if you thought you shouldn't fuck her."

"I like them alive and willing," he said.

"I'll wake her up, then. I know how to wake her up. Come on, sweetie. You need a change from your little sister."

"He can fuck me, Carla," Wendy piped up, snapping her gum. "How about it, Deke? Wanna fuck my hot hole?" She held her pussy lips open with her fingertips and made her pink bullseye spasm with contractions of her pussy muscle.

Deke turned away from the sight, trying hard not to shudder. He looked at his sister, who was holding back a giggle. "Maybe you're right," he said. "I'll get you later, Wendy," he smiled, giving her a wink.

He and Carla moved over toward Monica. "What a slobby dog," she heard Deke whisper.

They crouched beside her. "Hang on, sweetie," Carla whispered back. "This is the last we'll ever see of them. You can suffer through it a little while longer."

Deke sucked his teeth. "I don't know. I wish there were some way the two of us could get away and check that island."

"You know they won't let us do that. They don't trust us either, you know. We'll just have to do it by the plan – you and Harry do the checking, while Emmett and Wendy and I stay here. We'll try to get it all, but if we can't, it's still lots of money, sweetie."

"Are you sure the gun's missing?"

Carla sighed and nodded silently.

"It's Harry. He's got it. Emmett's too dumb to think there's anything more powerful than his muscles. We're going to have to search Harry some before I get in that boat with him."

"I'll do it, Deke. I'll stall him."

"How?" He looked at her tensely. "No!" he whispered. "I won't let him fuck you! Neither one of them! I don't want either one of them touching you!"

"Honey, it doesn't matter – it's just another prick. You haven't cared about Whit, have you?"

"It's different! Whit's… he's civilized!"

"That's the way we're going to do it, Deke," Carla said firmly. "I'll stall him, and you check the boat. Come on, sweetie – it's just once, that's all. He won't ruin me for you. I'll still love you. I'll still have the same hot, sweet pussy for your wonderful prick. Honey, be reasonable."

"God…" he choked, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck Monica, sweetie. Fuck her until you can't come any more. That'll make up for once with Harry, won't it?"

She reached between his thighs and fondled his prick. She undid his zipper and took it out. She fondled it openly and pursed her lips and sucked it until it was hard.

All this happened right over Monica's head. She could hear the wet sounds. She didn't twitch once while they were discussing their plans.

She wondered what she could do. If she could get her hands free, then she could offer herself to Emmett while they were gone and… But Whit had to be untied too…

She could think of nothing. First of all, she had to get untied.

"Ohhhh," she moaned thickly, pretending to be just coming awake. "Ohhhhh, my wrists – my arms!"

"Well, she's awake," Carla said. "Look there, honey. Now you can fuck her." She held her brother's rigid prick in her hand. "Look what Deke's got for you, sweetie."

"Ohhhhh, my arms…" Monica moaned again. Carla licked her lips. "Honey," she said. "If I be nice to you and untie your hands, will you give my brother a nice, sweet fuck? Will you do that?"

"Oh, yes!" Monica moaned, jumping at the opportunity.

"You're sure, now. He's not like the others, Monica. He hasn't touched you. He's not like that. He has to have the girl be willing and warm. Can you be that way for my sweet brother?"

"Ohhhhh, Carla – I promise!" she cried. She felt her heart pound. "Especially, if you suck my pussy first and get me real hot – like you did in the car."

Deke's prick jerked. Carla saw it. She licked her lips. She was willing to do anything for her brother.

"My, you Sanderhoff's just love my mouth, don't you. All right, Monica. It's a deal."

"And I'll suck yours again while he's fucking me. Oh, God – yes, I'll do that, Carla! I didn't know fucking and sucking could be so wonderful!"

Carla looked at her brother. "There you are, sweetie. Now, you just come and come and get rid of all that tension baffled up inside you."

She worked at the knot. She freed Monica's hands. The blood rushed to the tips of her fingers and tingled painfully. She rolled over onto her back and noticed the way Deke's eyes followed the motion of her tits.

He gazed up and down her body and pushed his pants all the way off. Carla ran her slim hands up and down Monica's body, letting them sweep along her inner thighs and over her mound.

The touch was gentle and warm. It was a delightful change from the ramming and stuffing her pussy had suffered. The fingers dabbled in her pussy lips.

"Ugh!" Carla choked. "I've got to wash that slop out of there first. Emmett's leftovers is the last thing I need."

She got up and went to the sink and worked the pump, soaking a cloth. She started back.

"God-damn!" Emmett blurted. "You mean he's actually gonna fuck somebody besides you? Shit, this I gotta see!"

Carla gave him a cold look. "You keep clear, Emmett."

"How'd you like a fat cock, bitch."

"She wouldn't know what to do with it, honey," Wendy said, her voice thick with jealousy. "But I do! Man, I know what to do with that big prick! Come on, big stud – how 'bout a lotta fuckin'?"

She waddled over and climbed into his lap and sank her twat down over his dick very quickly, before he got any more ideas. She fucked him furiously, until he finally wrapped his arms around her chunky body and chewed on the end of her tit.

Carla returned with the wet cloth and got between Monica's thighs and gently and thoroughly washed her pussy and ass. Then she set it aside and crouched, scooping her hands under Monica's rump and lifting her pussy up and open.

She looked into the hole. "It's not the same, sweetie. It's going to be better this time. I won't have to hold back. I'll be able to fuck my tongue up in there and make you real hot."

"Ohhhhh," Monica groaned, her body twisting.

Oddly, it wasn't fake emotion. Carla was a sensual girl – exciting. Her touch was gentle and thrilling. Monica felt the warm breath on her pussy, and her hips twisted again.

The kiss came, open mouthed and sweet. She felt Carla's tongue flutter into her pussy hole. Then it slid far into her silky tunnel and wriggled there, feeling very good.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" Monica moaned. "That's good! I love it!"

Deke watched. He licked his lips. His prick jerked several times with growing interest. Carla licked all over Monica's crotch, wetting her pussy, making her juices gush forth, making her asshole slippery and pulsing with sensation.