Ray Strong - Hot daughter

"From now on," she told him, "we fuck when I feel like it, and not when you get the urge. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wear me out at this stage in my life."

Bernadette did not withhold herself completely from her brother. Every once in a while, when the other members of the family weren't around and weren't likely to be around, she invited him up to her bedroom for a fuck, not because she liked him so much as because she was hot for cock, and she was fast finding out that only a family cock would suffice her.

One Saturday night, to be certain, she went out with Drew Starker, a tall, somewhat good-looking, albeit not-too-bright nineteen-year-old who lived next door. Drew had long brown hair, close-set eyes, flaring nostrils and high cheekbones. He had one of those naturally muscular bodies, and though he drank beer the way a fish drank water, it did nothing to his body.

His range of conversation was limited, but Bernadette had to admit he was a mental marvel compared to Alvin. He talked about his job in a fish market, and even discussed mutual acquaintances.

Bernadette let him do most of the talking, sitting on her side of the car, glad he was trying to concentrate on his driving rather than anything else. For all his lack of imagination, he wasn't a hophead. He didn't even puff pot.

He took her to a drive-in movie, bought her popcorn and an egg roll, and did nothing more than try holding her hand. She let him, feeling a little more comfortable after a while. At least he wasn't an animal.

After the movie they went to have some pizza. She became a little apprehensive when she saw him order a beer with the pizza, but he kept it down to one can. He tried convincing her to have a beer, as well, but Bernadette didn't like beer and declined.

Completely lacking in imagination, Drew drove back to his house (which was right next door to hers) and asked, "You wanna go home, or maybe you'd like to come to my house for a while?"

"I wouldn't want to waken anyone," she told him.

"I got a key to the back door. It goes right down to our room in the basement," he told her.

"And what happens once we're in the basement?" she inquired.

"Hey, stay cool, huh? I ain't gonna hurt you. You know that. I mean, we live right next door to each other. We have to go on livin' next door and talkin' to each other. Christ! I ain't gonna hurt ya."

She looked at him, at the dullness behind his eyes, and she smiled. Drew was no less masculine than any male she knew, but he wasn't the kind to force himself on a girl. What it all boiled down to was, did she want to fuck him or not? Compared to Alvin, Drew had a shining beacon for a personality. Physically, he was not only thinner than Alvin, but was even more slender than her late father, yet he bulged with muscles in spite of his slim suppleness.

She had no idea how many other girls he might have screwed. She didn't particularly care, though she did accept the fact that experience would have helped.

What the hell! It was just past midnight, she didn't feel the least bit sleepy, and it was time to pull away from Alvin. She couldn't go through the rest of her life having to depend on a dimwit for sex. Right now she was only nineteen. In a little while she would be out of high school. Eventually she would want to get married. God! How could she live with a husband whose cock didn't satisfy her? She had to start finding outside cocks sometime, in the hope of eventually discovering she was capable of an orgasm with someone other than an immediate family member.

"Let's go see your basement," she finally agreed, actually seeing the light flash in his eyes for a fraction of a second.

They got out of his car and he led her around to the rear of the house, careful to hold her hand so she wouldn't stumble in the dark. Once downstairs, he led her through the darkness to a small room to the right of the stairs. Once inside, he closed the door and turned on a light.

Bernadette could see the small window at the top of the wall. To the right was a small bookcase, on the left was a chest freezer, and across the far wall was a day bed with cushions on it. There was a small, old TV set to her immediate right.

"Wanna relax and watch a late movie while I dig up a beer?" he asked.

"No beer," she told him.

"Huh?"

"Let's not watch television, either. Let's just kind of relax and take it easy. Okay?"

"Yeah, well sure," he nodded as she sat on the day bed and patted the space next to her.

Drew sat next to her, and she could see he felt ill at ease. It occurred to her that Drew Starker was probably a male virgin. Well, hell! That was just her luck, wasn't it? The one man she'd really loved and adored, her father, had to go and get himself killed. Now in order to get a good prick she'd had to fuck her half-witted brother Alvin who, despite his natural ability, had also been an inexperienced virgin. Christ! Hers was a record to be envied by many a male. After all, here was another virgin whose masculine cherry was about to be popped.

She leaned against him a bit, feeling his arm, protectively support her as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her own hand came to rest gently on his knee, and she could feel his body quiver. His thigh tensed and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly.

She raised her head and looked into his face. In his youth he'd had considerable acne problems, which even now weren't completely gone. There were pitted marks in his face where the skin had been severely ravaged. Even so, this wouldn't have deterred from his good looks had he been more certain of himself. The vacuity in his eyes would always keep him from being strong. What a shame, because he was strong in every other way.

Her head raised itself a bit higher off his shoulder, and as he turned his face towards hers, she kissed him. It was a light, close-mouthed kiss, but it was enough to send tight convulsions traveling through him. She could feel his thigh tighten again as her fingers continued wandering a little higher.

His other hand came around and cupped the back of her head as he kissed her again, stronger, more savagely, with a certain primitive force. Like Alvin, Drew had a natural aptitude for sex. Like Alvin, he had never fucked prior to knowing her. There was so much he hungered for, yet he was shy and afraid.

Bernadette wanted to feel something with him. God! She wanted to feel something very much. She had to break the hold of Alvin's thick cock. It wasn't merely the immorality of Alvin being her brother. That was something she might have become accustomed to. But the idea of spending her life fucking a moron, with no hope of ever having a husband and family of her own was too horrible to contemplate, even at the age of nineteen.

Damn! She had to get her cunt used to different, outside cocks. Her father had spoiled her, though he'd tried hard to avoid it, and Alvin had pushed her deeper into the quagmire of incest, taking such complete control of her body when they did fuck, she loved every last little bit of it.

Bernadette's other hand followed the example of Drew's, and while he held her head, she cupped the back of his neck, pressing her lips softly to his, parting her mouth to admit his savagely plunging tongue.

Bernadette's hand began moving higher, pressing against Drew's inner thigh. For a few moments he was so engrossed in the tongue duel, he didn't realize his thighs were pressing tightly together, preventing her fingers from reaching into his crotch. But when he shifted to pull her a little closer to him, his thighs opened and he felt the warmth of her hand as it cupped his heavy balls. The heel of her palm was rubbing the head of his cock through the material, and he began humping his body wildly up and down. His own hand slid under her mini-dress, and he shuddered when he felt her warm, soft thighs part, giving his fingers access to her soaked panty-crotch.