William Scott - His horny sister

Todd grinned and backed off her.

"Hey, that was all right!" he said. "You were great. Steve's a lucky guy."

She kept trying to speak, but he couldn't make out any of the words.

"I'll take the gag off," he offered, "if you'll promise not to yell."

She nodded quickly.

He reached around to the back of her head as she raised herself from the pillow. He unknotted the gag and tossed it to the floor.

"Ooh, Todd… Todd!" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes now. "That was awful! Oh, it was a terrible thing to do! What if I get pregnant?"

He grinned. "Then old Steve will have himself a baby. But you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"

"Let me up," she pleaded earnestly. "I've got to take a douche. If I do it right away, maybe I'll be safe."

"You won't try to run out, will you?"

"No, of course not! Just let me go to the bathroom."

He decided it was a good idea for her to take the douche. A baby would complicate things, he thought, particularly since it would be the product of incest and might therefore be abnormal. He presumed that she had a supply of the Pill, which she had been taking while Steve was at home, and he made a mental note to tell her to get back on them. But he didn't want to open that discussion just now; time was important if they were going to forestall the threat of pregnancy.

Immediately he proceeded to untie her, and she got shakily to her feet. Her dress fell back, covering her. Her brain was reeling, and her legs would hardly support he, at first, but she managed to make it to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and readied the douche as quickly as she could.

She felt a sickening sense of guilt, because she believed she had done something unspeakably evil.

She had not only been untrue to Steve, but she'd fucked with her own brother. If she hadn't climaxed, she might have avoided most of the blame, in her own mind, on the ground that Todd had bound her and had forced her to accept his cock. But her physical enjoyment of the act had closed this moral escape hatch, and she had to face the full brunt of shame.

When she returned to the bedroom, he was stretched out on the bed, still naked. She didn't look at him at first. But she felt his eyes following her as she moved about, picking up her panties and the pillowcases he had used to bind and gag her.

"You dug it," he said. "Tell me you dug it."

"I thought it was terrible," she responded, "and I'll always hate you for doing it to me."

"Listen to her," he scoffed. "The little hypocrite! Well, I've got lots of time, Shari, and we're going to be together day and night. You'll admit the truth be fore long."

Finally she faced him. "I want you to get out of here," she said. "And the way I feel right now, I never want to see you again."

"Ha-ha," he said, smirking.

Her eyes swept down his nude, handsome form. She couldn't seem to keep her gaze from returning to his crotch. Now his prick was soft, and it seemed harmless, but she recalled how it had felt inside her cunt, and she shuddered, turning away.

"You've got some pills, haven't you?" he asked.

"What?"

"Some pills. Contraceptives. Have you got any?"

"Start taking them. Take one right now."

"I will not!" Her eyes blazed with defiance.

"Baby, you're pissing me off," he warned.

"Don't call me baby! And stop using those horrid words."

"Looks like I'm going to have to tie you up again."

"I won't let you," she declared, tensing herself and watching him warily. "I'll run."

"You'll have to run mighty fast."

She decided that he had gone mad. To her, there was no other explanation for his completely amoral attitude. It seemed clear that she would have to escape right away, if she was going to do it. She would have to run out of the apartment with nothing but the dress on her back. One of her friends in the building would give her refuge, she believed, and from their apartment she would be able to call the police.

But if she were to do that, the whole story would come out. Her parents would hear about it. Steve would find out, too. Oh God! she thought.

As Todd got off the bed, she backed up slowly, her eyes on him every second. She didn't know which would be worse to let him catch her again and fuck her like he had before, or call the police and create a sandal. It was a difficult decision, and she hesitated for a few seconds.

That slight delay took the decision out of her hands, for Todd lunged and caught her. He spun her around and tossed her onto the bed once more. Whimpering urgently, she tried to scramble away, but he was on her, holding her down and swinging astride her.

"Don't yell," he warned quickly, "or there'll be a bad scene. Think about it. You don't want people to come in here now."

It was true. She didn't want that. She realized at least that the scandal would be even worse than what was happening. But to think that her brother – her own brother – was treating her this way. That was almost too terrible for her mind to accept.

She stared fearfully at his crotch as he sat obscenely atop her. His prick curved forward, not hard but not completely soft, either. The hoselike, nozzled tool bore some drying traces of his sexual moisture and her own. The scent was strong in her nostrils, and it made her head light.

"I've got to get you over your high and mighty attitude, sister dear," he said. "You were always that way with me it home. You always knew best, and you bossed me around. Well, I'm the boss now, and I'm going to make you like it. The reason I can do that is because I've got what you need."

He took hold of his cock and waggled it lewdly.

She closed her eyes. "Ooh, no! Noooh! Nooooh!"

She felt him move, and she opened her eyes. She was shocked to see his crotch approaching her face, his prick shaking and bobbing, his balls quivering as they hung down. He shifted his knees to the outer sides of her arms, which placed her in complete submission. His sexual scent grew stronger. It's suffocating! she thought.

She turned her head away and tried to shut out the smell. But that was impossible. It seemed to permeate her being.

He laughed as he settled astride her neck, his cock and balls hanging above her chin.

Sharon had never engaged in oral sex with her husband. Steve had never suggested it to her, and she had never given it a serious thought. She had heard about cocksucking and cunt-lapping, of course, but had considered these practices perverted and filthy. Nice people simply didn't do that, she believed.

But now, suddenly, it seemed that Todd – her brother – was going to force such a practice upon her. This would be even worse than what he had done to her a little while ago. It would make her deathly ill, she believed.

"No… no… no!" she said, turning her head from side to side.

"What's the matter, Shari?" he asked with a chuckle. "Haven't you ever sucked a cock before?"

"Oooh, God!" she moaned.

"You mean you've never taken Steve's big old pecker into your mouth?"

Make him stop it! she prayed. And make him stop using those awful words! Let him treat me the way he used to, when we were living at home.

But it was clear that he resented the relationship they used to have and would never return to it. He was a different person now, she thought. A horrible person – and he expected her to treat him in a different and shocking way.

She knew it would do no good to appeal to him as her brother. There was no hope for her at all. She would have to submit to his lascivious demands, even if this ruined her, even if it made her ill.

Oh, Todd… Todd, she thought. How can you treat me like this?

He lowered himself slightly, bringing his balls to rest against her chin. His prick dangled close to her nose.

"You've got to make my cock hard, baby," he said in a tense voice, "so I can screw you again. You know you want that."