J. Bradley: Raped by brother

She gasped and puffed. She didn't resist when his hands slid between their bodies and cupped her tits fully again. Burke drew back and looked down at her, and she felt a surge of modesty rush through her.

"Ohhhhh, don't…" she gasped, flinging her arm over her tits, quickly working at the misplaced halter to cover them up.

"No, don't – don't cover them, Monica!" he cried quickly. "Let me look at you – all of you! Oh, God, you're beautiful!"

He held her ann. He lifted it gently away from her tits. She was on her back. She gasped again and again, watching the expression on his face. The way his eyes moved over her face and lips and breasts and the swell of her bikinied hips was like a warm caress, and she couldn't keep from squirming under his gaze.

"Nobody's ever looked at me like that before, Burke," she whispered, lifting her arms over her head, stretching the lithe, slim length of her half-naked body.

"I feel so damn lucky," he said nearly reverently. He reached forward slowly. His fingertips traced the outline of her firm tit, and she moaned under his touch, feeling her nipple sprout from the end in a red, rubbery nub.

"I – I've never even been kissed before, Burke – not like that!" she gasped. "Oh, I can't believe I'm lying here like this with you looking at my naked tits and feeling them with your fingers and… ohhhhh, Burke!" she shivered, letting out a harsh gasp of shock and delight and surprise.

His head dipped. His mouth opened. His lips became a soft, wet oval around the end of her tit. She felt her throbbing, thrusting nipple be sucked into the warm slipperiness of his mouth.

His tongue flipped and licked at her standing tit, and she panted harshly with sensation. Her spine arched high, making her tit thrust deeper into his mouth.

His hand cupped around the mound and made a cone of it. It felt as if he were eating her alive. Her hands flew to the back of his head to push him away, and then her fingers curled in his hair and pulled his mouth closer.

"Ohhhhh, my God! My God!" she cried, her eyes closing against the sun and the deep green hideaway enfolding them. The sweet, clear tone of a mockingbird came to her through the buzz of sensation in her mind.

She felt his lips pull and tug at her tit end. She felt as if her breast would explode inside his mouth, the way it was swelling and throbbing.

She felt his hand slide down her side, along the pinch of her slim waist, to the side of her full hip. His fingers curled in the material of her bikini bottom, and she felt him tug at the garment.

"No! Ohhhhh, no!" she gasped.

"I want to see all of you, darling! Every sweet, beautiful inch! Everything! I want to kiss you all over and touch you and love you, Monica!"

Her hands flew to her bikini bottoms, and she held them up. Letting him see her tits and fondle them and suck on them was one thing. Letting him see her pussy was something a decent girl just wouldn't do.

"Burke, don't spoil it!" she cried.

"I'm not going to spoil it, honey – I'm going to make it even better, even more beautiful!"

She lifted up on her elbows, gasping, fear widening her eyes. She couldn't keep from staring at the front of his cutoffs. She saw the outline of his stiff, throbbing cock inside them. There was no question about the state he was in.

Even though she'd never seen a cock before, not even Whit's, she knew about fucking. She'd watched a pair of dogs do it one day at school while she was waiting for Chester to come pick her up.

The dog's cock had gotten hard and red and pointed, and he'd pumped it up the bitch's pussy with a lot of growling and jerking and biting, making the bitch howl and snarl with pain.

The sight had left her with a sense of fright and dread and a certainty that fucking wouldn't be much fun at all. The one time she'd tried to slip her finger up her pussy and had felt the sharp stab of pain had convinced her of it.

So, she stared at the hard line of Burke's prick in his cutoffs and saw from the terrible size of it that anything that big trying to fuck up her tight, virginal pussy would make her bellow with pain.

"No, Burke!" she cried again. "Don't take my panties off!"

"I just want to see your pussy, honey," he whispered. "I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life – you all stretched out on the seagrape leaves, naked and beautiful!"

"No, no – you're going to try to fuck me! Burke, don't fuck me. Don't hurt me!"

"No – oh, honey, I wouldn't hurt you for anything!" he gasped, his hand sliding all over her flat tummy. "I just want to see and feel and…"

"Ahhhh, God, Burke!" Monica cried sharply.

Her elbows flew from beneath her. She went flat onto her back. Her tits jiggled and thrust skyward. Her spine arched wildly. Her pussy lifted high into the air, and her thighs trembled open widely when his hand slid under the white, clinging material and his fingers wrapped softly around her wet, puffy cunt.

"Beautiful!" he cried. "God, I just know it's a beautiful pussy!"

Sensation shot through her young body, wild surges of it that made her feel electrocuted. His fingers tangled in the rich coppery-colored tangle of her wet pubes. They massaged the bloated meat of her cunt lips and squeezed slippery, virginal pussy juice from them that smeared over her whole crotch.

She felt the length of one finger slide along her silken gap and ripple over the clitoral bump at the top of her cleft, and she cried out again, feeling her whole body shudder and pulse.

Her asscheeks clamped tightly together, and she could feel the friction of the bikini material rub against her throbbing asshole and add to the sensations she was experiencing.

"Burke!" she gasped. "You're touching my pussy! Ohhhh, don't play with my pussy! Don't fuck me!"

"I won't! I promise I won't, honey! I just want to look and feel… ohhhhh, let me see your pussy too!"

She grabbed his forearm, wanting to pull his thrilling hand from her panties. Her hips pumped up and down. His finger slid along her silken gap, and she could feel the tip of it press all around the wet, trembling mouth of her red cunt.

She couldn't pull his hand out. She didn't have the will to. She didn't want the wonderful sensations to stop. She lay there and twisted and moaned under his fingering and felt a great wave of something building inside her young body.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried shakily.

"Let me look!"

"Yes! Ohhhh, yes, darling – look! But don't fuck me! Ohhhh, don't fuck me and make me hurt!"

He worked feverishly at her bikini bottoms. She lifted her ass and squirmed and helped him shamelessly, and then she felt the cool air fan over her super-heated twat and fan through her damp curls.

"Ahhhh, God! Monica! What a beautiful cunt!" he cried. "I want – honey, I'm going to kiss it!"

She let out a squeal of protest. The sound became wild and quivery. Before she could do anything, he'd dipped his head and opened his mouth and covered her bloated pussy meat with his soft, parted lips.

The top of her head nearly came off. She felt the thrust of his tongue against her wet meat. She remembered the sensation of his tongue tip wriggling inside her mouth and tickling over her lips, and she knew he was doing that to her pussy right now.

He lapped and licked at the silky flesh of her twat. Her juices poured from the virginal hole. Her clit thrust and throbbed from the top of her cleft.

She felt the hot puffs of his breath against her sweltering mound and the way his thumbs pried the bloated pussy lips wide apart. She knew he was staring directly into the pink, quivering maw of her pussy hole, and the knowledge that she was so shamelessly letting him do it made her shake all over.

"Burke! Burke!" she gasped. "I feel – so funny, Burke!"