Ray Strong - Hot daughter

David was only five feet seven inches tall, and though not exactly ugly, he was a long way from being handsome. There was nothing rugged or masculine about him. On the contrary, he had an almost mawkish appearance that turned women off. Though a mere twenty-two, he was already balding. His high forehead extended almost to the top of his head, though he still had plenty of hair on the sides. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, which in no way enhanced his appearance.

It was David's contention that a woman's place was in the home. Since Bernadette had only one year of high school left, he agreed to let her finish it, on condition the school lump her two free periods and her lunch period together at the end of the school day, so she could get out of school two hours ahead of everyone else and return home to take care of the household chores.

Gail Reese, Bernadette's younger sister, had almost no sense of responsibility whatsoever. At the age of eighteen, she had been laid, re-laid, parlayed, and probably filleted. She had one hell of a body, but she had the kind of face one would cover with the American flag so one could fuck for Old Glory. Perhaps it was because she was so ugly that Gail insisted on screwing around with every male in the high school. How she avoided VD was a pure miracle.

Ron Reese was Bernadette's youngest brother, though he was two years older than she. He was in his last year of high school, too. It wasn't that Ron was dumb; it was just that Bernadette was very smart. She had skipped two grades in elementary school.

Ron had tight, kinky, dark blond hair. He wasn't too bad looking, and of all the Reese brothers, he had the best chance for marriage later on in life. Like almost all boys his age, his mind was occupied with fast cars and easy girls.

Alvin Reese was the worst member of the family. He was the second brother, twenty years old, and a bit addle-brained. He wasn't retarded enough to have to go to a special school, nor was he retarded enough not to know about the birds and bees. But Alvin was a virgin because no girl, ugly or otherwise, wanted anything to do with him. Therefore Alvin was always around the house.

And Alvin knew what had been going on between his sister and his father.

But now his father was dead. Where was Bernadette going to get her cock? Alvin knew. He was going to offer her his. Offer? Hell, he was gonna shove it into her cunt whether she liked it or not! And if she tried squealing on him, he'd let the rest of the world know about her and dear old dead dad.

With their parents buried less than a week, Alvin decided he'd had a long enough mourning period. He wanted to fuck his sister, and that's all there was to it.

He waited for Bernadette to come from school that Monday, his hulking frame seated in a rocking chair. Unlike his two brothers, Alvin was extremely fat. He always had a simple look on his face, which was far from being a handsome face in any way. He moved quickly enough considering how much he weighed, but he looked like a lumbering rhino. He was always dressed in dungarees and a polo shirt because he hardly ever left the house.

When Bernadette walked into the house, she always ignored Alvin. He was her brother, and that was all there was to it. She had no special feeling for him, and she was totally unaware of the lust he had for her. So she was surprised when he said, "Hi ya, Bernie."

"Hi, Alvin," she nodded, putting her books down on the hall table.

"Hey, Bernie, let's you and me talk."

"Alvin, I don't have time to talk. I have to do the wash, and some ironing, then I have to get supper ready."

"Aw, shit! You can get all that done in a couple of hours. That'll give us plenty of time."

"Alvin, just what are you talking about?"

"Well, it's like this, Bernie. I know you and Pa were fucking."

Bernadette stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she heard. She stared at her moronic brother, her eyes wide.

"Stay cool, Bernie. I ain't gonna tell no one else… providin'…"

"Providing what?"

"Providin' you and I can come to some sorta arrangement like you had with Pa."

"Alvin, I always thought you were simple-minded. Now I see you're crazy as well."

She turned and walked away from him, heading for the laundry room next to the kitchen. Alvin followed, a big smirk on his face.

"Whatsa matter, Bernie?"

"You know what the matter is," she snapped. "What went on between Daddy and me happened because we loved each other."

"Well, I love you, Bernie."

"And as a sister I love you. But only as a sister."

"Shit on that. You fucked for Pa, and you're gonna fuck for me."

"Now, Alvin, you stop that."

"Stop? Hell, I ain't even started yet."

"And you aren't going to. Now forget it."

"No chance, Bernie. I figure if we start now, we can get done in an hour or two, and you'll have lotsa time to take care of the house."

"Forget it, Alvin."

Completely unaware of how serious her brother was, Bernadette took clothes from the laundry basket she had filled before going to school and dumped them into the washing machine. She added powder and then started the machine.

Suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in the air as Alvin said, "It'll take a while for the clothes to get done, Bernie. We can have a lot fun till then."

"Alvin!" she screamed. "Put me down!"

"Sure," he told her, "once we're in a bedroom."

"My God! Alvin, how can you think of a thing like that with Mom and Dad dead only a week?"

"What the hell've their bein' dead got ta do with the way I feel?" he asked, carrying her up the stairs. "I got hot nuts and they need coolin' off. You got the nut-cooler 'tween your legs."

He carried her into her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw her on the bed. When she tried standing up, he pulled a sash from one of her robes and tied her wrists behind her.

"Alvin," Bernadette screamed, on the verge of hysteria, "you stop this!"

"Aw, shuddup, Bernie," he snapped, starting to undress. "You're gonna love my cock and you know it."

"Alvin, it isn't right!"

"Oh, and I suppose what you done with Pa was right, huh? Look, Bernie, you're gonna get fucked by me. We can do it the easy way so's we can both have fun, or we do it so it's only fun for me."

One thing Alvin inherited from his father was his long, fat dork. The moment he dropped his pants and Bernadette saw it, she gasped, terrorized by the sheer size of her brother's prick.

As soon as he was naked, Alvin waddled over to where Bernadette lay and, without any ceremony, used both hands to reach under and pull her panties off, despite the way she kicked him.

"Next time we'll get all undressed – you, too," he said. "For now, we'll just fuck the way ya are. Okay?"

"Alvin, stop it!"

He threw himself on top of her, jamming his knees between her thighs, otherwise doing his best to keep her from moving around. His heavy cock poked into the side of her thigh as his head came down and began biting her right tit through the cloth of her dress and bra.

Bernadette tried wriggling free, but he held her tightly by the shoulders as he chewed on her nipple through the material. Then he released one shoulder and shoved a hand between her aching thighs, beginning to roughly massage her dry cunt-lips. He was hurting her and she wanted to scream, but she realized the family had tragedy enough, and if anyone found Alvin raping her, he'd be committed, which might mean another financial burden on Dave. And Dave was the kind of guy who would put the blame on her rather than on Alvin.

"Alvin," she pleaded, "don't do this! I'm your sister! You're hurting me. Do you want to go on hurting me?"

"Cool it, Bernie," he told her. "You're gonna love the old cock. You know it and I know it. So just relax and the whole thing'll go a lot easier."