J. Bradley - Raped by brother

But he didn't. He kept her lips wide open and watched the inner workings of her silky tunnel, seeing the muscles twitch and the slippery juke form on the convoluted walls and ooze forward to drain into the little pocket at the bottom of her twat.

"Oh!" she gasped suddenly. "Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come! Watch me come, Whit! Watch my cunt… Ah! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her thighs trembled. They wanted to close and thrash and scissor. She kept them open for him. She made one last circle over her clit tip and then took her hands away from her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing the pointed cones hard.

Her hips jerked up and down. Her pussy mouth went into wild spasms, sucking and pulsing. Honey flowed from her hole and slithered over the tips of his fingers as he kept her bloated lips wide open and watched the red pussy pulsate with orgasm.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried again, letting him see it all.

"God! My God! Look at it!" Whit cried. "Ohhhhhh, I've gotta fuck it, Carla!"

Monica was mesmerized by the sight herself – just as much as her brother was. He didn't move. He just kept staring, his prick jerking and bucking heatedly.

Monica couldn't stop herself from coming again. She wondered if her pussy looked like that right now, spasming and twitching, leaking all that juice.

Her fingers became coated. She had the wild desire to thrust her stiff fingers up her pussy and ram them through her damnable cherry and get it over with.

Then she had a crazier idea. It came to her when she heard her brother groan and saw him pump forward.

His prick jerked and bucked. Then, without his even touching it, it spat a stream of sperm upward. The first wad spattered against Carla's quivering cunt mouth and ran quickly down her sodden flesh into the little pocket, making all the juice there overflow and drool down the bottom of her crotch to her puckered asshole.

The second shot sprayed the foot of the bed, and that was when the terrible, perverted, wicked idea flashed through Monica's head and made her whole abdomen crunch inward with a violent spasm.

She visualized herself rushing into the room and impaling her virginal cunt on her brother's cock!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned aloud, shame washing all through her until her knees gave way and she sagged to the balcony floor.

"What was that?" Carla asked quickly.

Monica froze. She held her breath. They'd heard her. She was about to be caught, and yet her pussy wouldn't stop twitching and shaking under her squeezing hand.

She looked frantically around her, seeking escape. There was only one place to go, and that was to make the jump back to her balcony and into her room before one of them could cross the short distance from the bed too the door.

She tried to stand. Her legs were wobbly after the hard orgasm. She'd never make it. She'd surely slip and fall onto the terrace below and break her stupid little neck.

She put her eye to the crack again, her heart hammering. To her shock, Whit was staring right at her – or seemed to be. Then a slow little grin came over his face.

"Nothing, baby," he said.

"I heard somebody, Whit," Carla persisted, trying to get up.

He pushed her back down, his hand on her tit. "Naw. It was just a loon croaking, maybe. You hear all kinds of funny noises at night, living on the Gulf." He turned back around, the strange smile still on his face.

He massaged her tit, lying in the spread vee of her thighs. "We've got some more fucking to do, baby. That makes two for each of us."

"Two for me," Carla said, lying back again. "What are you talking about?"

"I came too."

"The hell."

"Didn't you feel me squirt your shaking pussy with a hot load?"

"Baby, all I felt was the big hard come I gave myself with my fingers." She cupped her hand to his cheek and grinned in a faintly cold way. "Did you like watching my pussy come without your prick stuffed inside it?"

"Yeah," Whit said, drawing back. "You don't believe me, huh? What do you call all this?"

He swept his finger down her sodden cunt slit, plucking at her open vagina, then tracing it under her crotch to her asshole. He screwed the tip of his finger into her brown, puckered anus and drew it out again.

Sperm coated the tip. It ran down to the first knuckle. "What do you call this, baby?" he grinned.

"Well, I'll be damned. You did come. Without even jacking off? Without even touching yourself?" She laughed heartily. "You are a horny little fucker!"

"Yeah, and I like that tight little hole there I got all wet with my cum. I'm ready again, baby. Ready for number three – right up your wet, tight asshole!"

Monica gasped silently. She stared hard. Her butt cheeks clenched together tightly inside her pants, and she felt her sphincter contract.

He wouldn't dare!

Carla looked as if she didn't much like the sound of it either. "Hey, now – wait just a fucking minute, Whit."

"Wait a minute, hell," he grinned, slipping his hands under the backs of her thighs. "What's the matter, aren't you ready this time?"

"Not for a cock up my ass, I'm not!"

"Don't give me that act. There's been a dick there before. Lots of them. My finger slipped right up your butt just now. That doesn't happen unless it's been stretched by fat cock meat!"

He lifted her legs up to his shoulders, draping them over. Carla squeaked. Her tits jiggled. Her ass rolled upward at the edge of the bed, and her puckered, red-brown asshole winked and pulsed wetly, sucking the puddle of sperm inward and getting all slick.

"Whit, stop!" she gasped.

"So, you don't think you need my prick, huh? Think you can get along all right without me, huh?"

"I was – just kidding, honey!" she gasped, feeling her bottom split wide open as he insinuated himself more deeply between her wide-spread thighs.

"Only half kidding, baby," he said levelly. "The trouble with you is you're greedy. You want it all. Haven't I been treating you all right?"

"Yes, Whit!"

"But you want more, don't you!"

"Yes, you big fucker, and that's what makes us two of a kind. You want more too! You're just as Goddamn greedy as I am, and we both know it!"

"You're Goddamn right I am," he growled. "So, open your big asshole wide and suck my cock up it and fuck the sperm right out of my hairy balls, and we'll figure out what to do about things!"

Carla gasped. Her expression changed totally. A big grin split her face. She lifted her arms up and wriggled her ass willingly and coaxingly.

Whit lifted his cockhead and centered it at her wet, shiny asshole, pressing in against the rubbery mouth.

"You like that, huh? You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"You bet I do, you hot fucker!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, shove that prick up my steaming asshole and root around in my butt all you want to, lover boy, and then well talk and talk!"

"And you'll suck me oft too?" he croaked heatedly.

"Baby, I'll suck that prick clear down my throat and drink your sperm until you haven't got a drop left!" she cried wildly, running her tongue over her lips, lifting her ass for him.

Her butt went in small circles. Her anal ring expanded and stretched around the wide head of his slippery prick. She made it squeeze and nip at the velvety glans, and Whit tossed his head back and moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, God, that's a tight hole!" he croaked.

"Tight and dark and clinging, baby – you'll love fucking your hot prick up it!"

He pressed forward, his hands running up and down her thighs and hips. He looked down at her gaping cunt hole and shaking tits. Carla spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and let him look at her twat all he wanted.

"Tell me what you see now, baby?" she moaned to him. "Do you see my cunt quivering? Do you see my asshole opening up for that big slippery prickhead?"