William Scott: His horny sister

Crimson suffused Sharon's cheeks, and she averted her eyes, her heart thumping.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Todd said with a laugh as he bent to pick up the towel.

He glanced at his sister and, though she was partially turned the other way, he could see the redness of her cheeks. Holding the towel around him, he walked over to her.

"You really dug that, didn't you?" he asked in an intimate tone.

"I did not!" she maintained vehemently, still facing away from him. "Now will you please take your clothes and go into the bedroom?"

Her body was filled with a mad emotion that she couldn't control. She suddenly felt very hot between her legs. Her nipples pricked up hard against the fabric of her dress.

Todd placed his hand on her back and quickly slid it down to caress her rounded butt. The feel of her, and the thought of what he wanted to do, sent blood rushing into his cock, congesting its tissues and causing the virile tool to lift. It pushed the towel forward.

Sharon twisted her body and attempted to slap his hand away. But he grabbed her around the butt with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. As he turned her into his embrace, the towel fell to the floor for the second time, and his hot prick stuck nakedly upward between their bellies.

Sharon's senses reeled as she felt the warm, rigid dick pulsating against her. She looked down and saw the head of his prick, which was rosy with desire. She kept thinking, This is your brother – little Todd! But her feelings were anything but sisterly toward him at the moment, and this fact aroused a rush of guilt which mingled with her desire.

The guilt became her dominant emotion, and she fought him.

"Todd, what's the matter with you?" she demanded as she struggled against his encircling arms. "We can't do this!"

"Sure we can, baby," he said. "You want to, I want to, and were grown up – so why shouldn't we?"

She was amazed by his attitude. He didn't sound like her brother at all. She was even more amazed by her own internal response, but she continued to struggle.

The matter had progressed too far for Todd to permit it to be stopped. Anyway, it was clear to him that she didn't want to stop it, regardless of what she said or did.

Since attaining manhood, he had come to view every young woman as a challenge. The fact that Sharon was his sister simply increased the challenge in this case. He vowed to bring her around, even if he had to use force to do it. He would make her admit she wanted him to fuck her, he thought, and that would give his ego a tremendous lift.

He swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She thrashed about, but this didn't force him to put her down; it merely caused her skirt to slip up to her waist, uncovering her pink panties. His cock pushed up against her thinly clad buttcheeks, and this gave added excitement to them both.

"Todd, stop it!" she cried. "Oooh, please!"

But he laughed and continued towards the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and her skirt billowed waist-high.

He fell to his knees beside her, his big prick bobbing lasciviously. She couldn't help but thrill at the sight of how huge and hard his rod was. But her shock and shame at what was happening remained paramount.

She tried to assure herself that Todd was only teasing her, that he had no intention of actually fucking her. Such a thing between a brother and a sister seemed unthinkable to her.

He kept laughing as he wrestled her into submission, his heavy dong whacking her thighs and hips as she struggled. Finally, she realized it was useless to fight as long as he held her this way, and she went limp, whining and panting.

He looked around for something with which to tie and gag her. The pillowcases seemed the only choice within reach. He grabbed a pillow, pulled the case from it, and rolled it into a thick rope.

Sharon could have slid away from him then, if she had reacted quickly enough. But what he was doing with the pillowcase puzzled her, and she watched it. By the time he had revealed his intention, it was too late for her to get away.

She was shocked when he pressed the improvised gag into her mouth. Excitement hammered through him as he pulled the pillowcase tight around the back of his sister's head.

Now she knew that he wasn't teasing; he obviously intended to screw her, as unbelievable as it seemed.

A terrible humiliation came over her. She kicked and struck at him as she cried and mumbled against the gag. But his vastly superior strength enabled him to hold her in place while he stripped the case off the other pillow.

He turned his struggling sister onto her stomach, and held her legs together, folding them over her butt. He managed to gather her arms close to her ankles, and he looped the pillowcase around her ankles and wrists. But he didn't draw them together tightly enough to hurt her. Though she could continue to writhe, she couldn't roll over or work her way off the bed.

He straightened up onto his knees. He was breathing hard, and his eyes glinted as he grinned down at her.

"There you are, baby," he said in a tense, husky voice. "How do you like that, huh?"

He watched her asscheeks vibrate erotically in her filmy pants, and his cock jerked higher. The tool now was so choked with blood that the cockhead had assumed monstrous size and was very red.

Clear lubricant oozed out the small hole at its tip and washed down the side of the shaft.

"You'll like this before I'm through with you," he promised. "I'll make you really groove on it! You're gonna love old Todd like you never did before!" he laughed.

Sharon was gripped by such terrible fear and shame that she felt she was going to faint. But this mercy was denied her. She remained conscious and stared wide-eyed over her shoulder, focusing on her brother's awesome prick.

His rod twitched and exuded another thick drop of moisture as he placed his hand on the seat of her panties and wobbled her bouncy butt back and forth. His balls were drawn up tautly at the base of his upthrust, quivering shaft.

His method of tying her was only a temporary expedient. Now he climbed off the bed and walked to the bureau, his prick remaining high and hard. He opened the top drawer, which contained her stockings and undies. He took out two pairs of nylons and carried them back to the bed.

Sharon watched his every movement. She continually made sounds against the gag, but they were muffled and inarticulate. She was sick with dread.

Kneeling beside her once more, he removed the bond from her wrist and ankles, then twisted her onto her back. She made another attempt to get away, but her arms and legs were momentarily numb from having been held in a cramped position, and they refused to function effectively.

It was an easy matter for him to extend one of her arms to a head post and tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie the other arm to the opposite head post.

The circulation had returned to her legs by now, and she kicked vigorously. But with her arms tied to the bedposts, her movements were restricted, and Todd was able to avoid her thrashing legs.

His hard-on clung on as he watched her panty-sheathed hips bob and twist. The leg bands had pulled up between her buttcheeks, baring the undercurves of the plump, white mounds. A few cunt hairs had escaped along the edges of her panty crotch. These glistening tendrils were the same reddish-blonde shade as the hair on her head.

Todd decided that the time had come to remove her panties. Grinning pleasurably at the thought of the fun he had in store, he subdued her flailing legs, grasped the top of her panties with both hands, and slowly pulled them down.

Todd's first glimpse of his sister's pussy made his erect prick jerk convulsively, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it didn't.