Chapter 2
Marsha slammed the door and stood in the darkened kitchen, the hot tears welling in her eyes. She crossed the darkened kitchen, passed through the hallway, and went upstairs to her room. The light was harsh to her eyes when she flipped it on. It glared at her like an accusing eye, boring into her mind and reading the flames still being fed by her unquenched desires. She didn't know whether it was accusing her because she had refused Jack, or because she had wanted him so much to make love to her.
To fuck me, she thought. Why not use the word? That's what I wanted, to feel his cock inside me.
And, not so surprisingly, she knew that she wanted to feel his cock inside her horny cunt right now.
"A damn lot of good it does me to decide that now," she muttered aloud to herself.
She was glad the room in her parents' suburban home didn't have paper-thin walls. Robbie, her seventeen-year-old brother, slept in the room next door to her, and beyond him, her mother and father slept. She wanted a cold shower right now, the icy spray flowing over her body and cooling down the passion that still gripped her sixteen year-old cunt, giving her the substitute for the release she realized now that she had turned down with Jack.
Oh, but it's still wrong, she told herself, kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her dress. She slid her half-slip over her hips and stepped out of it, and then unsnapped her bra strap. Her boobs tumbled free, firm and hard. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was proud of the fact that she was well-developed.
She slid her panties over her hips, and watched the blonde pussy hair peek its wary way out of the elastic and then shine from the gleam of the light. She ruffled her fingers through it.
What a patch to go cherry-picking in.
She giggled as she slid her fingers over her thighs and up her sides and onto the twin mounds of her jutting boobs. Her nipples tightened beneath her massaging, her hands cupping the full fleshiness of her tits and stroking downward from the brown-tipped nipples to the soft, luxuriant underside.
She needed that shower, no doubt about it, but didn't want to take it because it might disturb Robbie, or even her folks. Well, if she didn't get relief one way, there was always another.
She crossed to the bed and pulled back the ochre coverlet, letting it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. She liked the shimmering whiteness of the sheets, so pure and un-violated, as she had often felt herself to be. Now sadly she wished she were neither of those things. She wished instead that Jack had violated that purity tonight.
My God, now I want him to rape me. I must really be screwed up. Yeah, screwed up because I'm still unscrewed.
She leaned flat on her back on the bed, feeling the coldness of the sheets, but knowing that before long she would have them warmed. Her hands began to move down her body from her eager tits to her flat stomach. She licked her lips in anticipation as she felt the first touch of her fingers on her pussy hair, curly and just a little bit wet.
What was it Elisabeth had said? "Where there's a proud cock there's a wet pussy." Well, she had turned down the proud cock, but she was certainly going to make her pussy a little bit wetter.
Her fingers found the puffy cunt-lips and stroked them ever so gently. She could feel the overpowering warmth spread outward, upward, downward, from her aching snatch, until the glowing heat covered her whole body. It had been just like that when Jack had touched her pussy. Why had she turned him down? Why? Why? Why? She asked herself, her strokes becoming harder, her rubbing more agitated, until she had inserted one finger into her cunt and sought her stiff clit. She thrust her hips against the savage fury of her finger, all the time keeping the other hand on her tit, and matching it stroke for stroke.
Her passion rose higher and higher and she was oblivious to everything around her, her mind concentrating on her cunt, on the nearly unbearable thrills that rippled from it. She didn't know how long she went like that. Long enough for her to reach a shuddering climax that was somehow short of exactly what she wanted. It was sometime after the climax, while she lay in the breathless afterglow that she realized she wasn't alone, that someone had been watching her for quite some time.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring into the eyes of her brother Robbie. He stood in his pajamas, his light-brown hair tousled from sleep. She gasped and started to cover her body, but then realized what a futile-and ridiculous-gesture it was, and left her tits and pussy uncovered.
"Quite a performance," he croaked, and cleared his throat. There was a funny look in the eyes that were riveted to her nakedness. Marsha knew that she should be embarrassed by the whole incident, but instead it rather excited her to let his eyes devour her body like this. She sat up on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs to the floor, and noticed the angry bulge in his pajamas. The funny look in his eyes was lust, she now knew, but the good, healthy lust of a man for a woman in all her natural glory.
"Well, I don't always perform for audiences," she said, trying to act nonchalant, but a bit nervous and embarrassed herself despite her plea for naturalness from her own self. After all, finger-fucking was a kind of private thing.
"I'm sorry. But I was restless and awake, and I heard you come in, and well, the door wasn't quite closed and-I saw you through the crack." He had dropped one hand to cover his hard-on.
"Close the door, silly, before Mom and Dad come. And lock it."
He hurried over to the door and did what she had ordered. Then he was back, standing at the foot of the bed, trying to be subtle about rubbing his hard-on without attracting too much attention. Marsha wanted to laugh at his fidgeting. She reveled in the sense of power her nakedness gave her, and wondered why she had so foolishly rejected her body all these years. She stood up so that he might see the full splendor of her tits, and the blonde cunt hair adorning her mound.
"You know, I feel awful uncomfortable standing here, naked to the world and you dressed. Either I'm going to have to put on something, or else you're going to have to take something off." She moved accusingly towards him, so that her tits wiggled. Robbie's eyes were captured by the movement and he licked his lips. "Which one's it gonna be?"
Robbie gulped. Marsha liked him; for a brother he wasn't bad. She wondered how many girls he had screwed, and she bet he had never had one act as wanton as she felt now. He couldn't have caught her at a better time. Tonight she was turning over a new leaf. And that stiff cock pointing at her from his pajamas was as good a place as any to start.
Robbie stripped off his pajama top. He didn't have much hair on his chest, just a few sparse strands curling shyly between the flat pectorals, but around his navel the hair began to thicken and darken. With only a moment's hesitation his hands tugged downward at the sides of the pajama bottoms, and the sprouts of hair along the belly turned into a bushy undergrowth with one tall tree of a hard-on thrusting out of it. She could see his balls in their wrinkled sac beneath the stiff organ, and laughed nervously.
It was a frightening thing, staring at the erect cock. She had never touched Jack's, though he had shown it to her tonight and begged her to. But she had refused, afraid of it. Now she wanted to rid herself of that irrational fear; she not only wanted to touch his cock, but to explore it with her fingers, to feel the blood pulsing through it, to replace fear with something she felt was more natural-perhaps simple desire.
"Come closer, Robbie."
His prick was close to her now, thrusting impatiently, almost at her face. She had read that some women even put cocks in their mouths, and shuddered. She didn't think she could do that. Right now all she wanted was to touch his dick, feel it, and maybe stroke it a little.
"Gosh, Marsha, I never thought you'd be so calm about sex."
Calm? I'm shaking like a leaf, she thought.
Her fingers reached out and touched the thickly swollen head. Robbie moaned, and balled his hands tightly, afraid, perhaps, if he tried to hold her fingers to his pecker, it would scare Marsha away. And that was the last thing he wanted now.
She noticed that a little drop of clear liquid had gathered in the thin slit at the top. She touched it with her finger and spread it over the head, noting that the flesh was tight, yet remarkably resilient.
Marsha traced the full thickness of her brother's hard cock, down to the base, stroking the soft crotch hair, and finally cupping his taut balls, one in each hand. They were so delicate, and she squeezed them ever so slightly, because she had heard how tender they were.
Robbie moaned even more deeply than before, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. He took hold of both of her hands and held them tight against the sides of his prick and began to rub up and down the length of it. She knew it was giving him pleasure, but it wasn't doing much for her. And right now her pussy was throbbing just as much as his cock, and was, needed the same kind of release he did. She knew exactly how to get it.
How often had she let society's taboos come between her and Jack, leaving both of them unfulfilled? How often had she yearned for something until it inflamed every fiber in her body, and then remembered that there was a taboo against it? Now she wanted something again, wanted to feel a hard dick buried deep in her virginal cunt, pulsing and throbbing inside her. Damn the taboo. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it now. And from the look on Robbie's face, it didn't seem to matter that it was his own sister who was stroking his thick prick.
She pulled her hands away from his cock and laid back on the whiteness of the sheet, spreading her legs apart, the blonde pussy patch already wet and waiting for his powerful cock. She began to dry-fuck, drawing her squirming ass tight and pushing outward with her cunt.
"Fuck me, Robbie," she murmured. "You'll be the first, but fuck me. Take my cherry. Oh, please put it in me." The last was delivered with a purring moan that came from deep within her, and she stretched out her arms to receive him. The rhythm of her hunching cunt beckoned to him.
Robbie, already breathing heavily, his prick jerking with excitement, got between her legs on his knees, and bent down to her until his chest touched the aching hardness of her taut nipples. He brought his hips downward, straightening his legs out behind him, and she felt the swaying cock touch her belly, then slip to the puffy cunt-lips. She reached to help him find the place.
"There, Robbie, put it in me there," she whispered in his ear, her hand guiding his stiff cock. He entered her cunt slowly, and she gritted her teeth as the flesh of her twat yielded grudgingly to its invasion, and spread the lips with her fingers so that the entry would not be so painful. Then the thick crown was touching her taut maidenhead, and he paused for the briefest of moments.
Marsha told herself to relax that tightening up would only make the chore of copping her cherry more difficult for Robbie and more painful for herself. She looked up into his eyes and saw them glazed with the pleasure that trembled through him.
When he drove forward with one terrible thrust that tore her hymen, she bit her lip so that she wouldn't scream. She was glad now for all the times she had masturbated, glad that she had stretched her cherry enough that he could get his cock in on the first attempt. Even so the pain gripped her belly, rolling along her sides and paralyzing the passion that had been building in her.
He groaned and lay still for a moment, his prick all the way in her cunt. She was glad that Robbie's dick wasn't exceptionally long, about average she guessed, since this was her first time. She wondered how long Jack's dick was. But she didn't think about that dick for long because Robbie began to thrust and retreat, like a piston between her legs, and she could feel the vibrant thrills shooting from her moist and excited cunt. She began to squirm beneath his ramming rod, and was delighted to find that her wriggling only brought more pleasure. The pain was minor now, and only the unrelenting jab of his stiff tool occupied her mind now.
His chest lay flat against hers, crushing her tits between them. He was grunting in her ear, already in the throes of the rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Don't move. I'll lose my rhythm," he rasped harshly in her ear.
She didn't understand. All the books said she should move. And besides she wanted to move. It didn't seem fair; he seemed to be enjoying himself so much, why shouldn't she? If she thought his desire for her to remain immobile was unfair, she was even more disappointed a few seconds later when Robbie plunged deep inside her snatch and held still for a few seconds, grunting rapidly. She knew he was emptying his balls even before she felt the sperm strike the walls of her cunt. He had achieved a climax, but did nothing to help her desire for an orgasm. Feeling robbed by the experience, she hunched against the swiftly softening cock but to no avail. She was left unfinished and angry, and she felt that fucking shouldn't be that way at all, that both of them should receive the exciting release of climax.
"I'm sorry, Marsha," breathed Robbie. "I just couldn't hold it. I'll do better next time."
He was certainly taking a lot for granted, assuming that there'd be a next time, she thought angrily.
But deep inside her she knew that she would have to have that release. And finger-fucking was out as the way to achieve it. He'd better plan on doing better because she intended to fuck him for her own pleasure next time. And he'd just have to match her rhythm.
"Make me come, Robbie. Next time, make me come." * * * When Marsha got up to cleanse herself she discovered the rueful phenomenon known as the wet spot. The sperm Robbie had deposited inside her dribbled from within her cunt, fouling the bed clothes. She cursed to herself and clutched at her crotch, feeling the sticky cum flowing through her fingers. She'd have to remember to bring a towel from the bathroom before she fucked again.
Robbie lay on the bed, exhausted but smiling. She was glad she had given him pleasure, but was hungry for some of the same herself. His cock lay limp across one thigh.
Marsha ran a few inches of warm water in the tub, needing to clean herself, to be fresh and, yes, empty, so that she and Robbie could fuck again.
She knew that she had received only a hint of what was possible in the way of excitement, and she scrubbed her twat with soap and washcloth as much to rid herself of unspent passion as to clean herself.
Robbie had gotten out of bed and padded into the bathroom. He looked down at her in the bathtub, soap clinging to her flesh, tiny bubbles white and sparkling around her nipples, lather clinging to her cunt hairs. She stared lovingly at the cock which was no longer shrunken as it had been when Robbie had lain spent and exhausted on the bed. There, rising from between his legs, was a growing hard-on.
"You're beautiful," he said huskily. It pleased her, She had almost forgotten that he was her brother. Now that they had fucked, he was much more than that.
"Is the water warm?" he asked.
"Wonderful,"
"Mind if I join you?"
"Come on."
Robbie got into the tub with her and, though it was cramped with two of them, Marsha did not mind. She spread her legs and ran them along the sides of the bathtub beside him.
"Let me finish for you," he said, taking the washcloth from her hand. He lathered it on the pink bar of soap and began to rub it over her body. Dissatisfied with it after he had lathered her, he let it drop into the water and began to stroke the soap across her.
He stroked her boobs, the soap lubricating his motion. Her nipples jutted up to meet his slick fingertips, and he did not disappoint their eagerness, massaging them thoroughly. The fingers then sailed across her belly, lingered for a brief moment at her navel, then glided to her thighs, massaging them from the knee along the warm flesh of her inner thighs until they touched her water-softened cunt and stroked it below the water line. All the while she had washed his cock, her fingers stroking it to life until it stood erect and demanding.
"I'm hot," she said. "Let's get out."
Quickly they rinsed off and toweled dry and she was happy when he slipped behind her and pushed his swollen cock-head between her legs, rubbing it across her tingling twat. She almost succumbed to the desire to slide her cunt onto his stiff prick, but held herself in check. She carried a fresh towel as they strode into the bedroom, intent on profiting from her earlier mistake.
"Both a man and a woman should enjoy sex fully. That's what makes a good fuck," said Robbie as he lay beside Marsha's warming nakedness. "This time we'll both make it."
Marsha was thrilled to the core to hear him say that, and she prayed that he was right. "Let's not plunge right in to fucking. Let's get each other excited first."
He chuckled. "As excited as I was when you spread those legs, winked at me with your pussy, and said `Fuck me, Robbie.' He bent his face to hers and kissed her, their tongues intertwining, and his hands began to caress her titties. Then she poked her tongue between his teeth and swabbed the inside of his mouth, darting behind the teeth and underneath his tongue. Robbie withdrew his tongue and began to kiss her neck, sucking the flesh with passionate fierceness.
"That's it, baby, put a hickey on me, a love hickey to celebrate the night." He was glad to oblige her. When the red welt had risen on her neck, he moved down it, making a little nibbling motion with his mouth on the soft white skin.
"Suck my titties," she breathed, feeling the excitement waiting on the threshold, like flood waters before a dam.
Marsha cupped one tit and held it up to her brother, the brown nipple beckoning him from the full pinkness that surrounded it. He clamped his mouth to it, tonguing it, licking it, taking it gently in his teeth and lifting it ever so softly. Marsha squirmed beneath the rapacious rippling of his tongue as it laved the erect tip of her tit, and squeezed her other boob. He brushed her hand away and began to fondle it himself, the fingers tweaking and pulling its firmness, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, tickling its jutting greediness.
"The other one, lick the other one," she called, and Robbie obliged, caring only to do what she asked, feeling her excitement being communicated to him. She rubbed his stiff rod with her knee and he helped her by grinding the eager rod against her pressure.
"Is it good?" he breathed against the nipple.
She moaned, "Oh, yes, you're wonderful. Kiss me lower."
His mouth sought out the trembling flesh of her belly. As he caressed her abdomen with his lips, she brought both hands to her jugs to fill the vacuum left by his departure. Her legs clamped tight together and she rubbed them and drew her hips tight to increase the pressure on her clitoris that waited eagerly for him.
"Lower," she murmured, and spread her thighs, the open gap of her cunt rotating impatiently. For a moment he hesitated, not sure whether he wanted to eat pussy or not.
"Kiss my cunt, Robbie. I want to feel your mouth in me," she begged, and he thought about it no longer, dropping his head between her open legs. He spread them wider and slipped a hand under each hip, taking the flesh that tightened and relaxed and pushed the cunt up to him so invitingly. Her pink slit was wet and ready, but he did not go to it immediately.
"Here," he said, kissing the high mound where the blonde mat of hair glistened with the secreted drops from her juicy twat, teasing her just a bit by nipping at it.
"Lower. Put your mouth on my pussy!" she cried, gripping the sheet until it wrinkled beneath her hands.
He adjusted her legs until they were bent and draped over his shoulders, and then kissed the pink cunt-lips. His lips took them and sucked each side separately, and then he licked the length of her puffy slit until his saliva mixed with the salty excretions, making delicious foam that he slurped down greedily, until every drop had disappeared from her cunt hole.
"Your tongue! Oh, I've read about this, but there's nothing like the real thing. Put your tongue in my cunt!" She could not believe the ecstatic twinges emanating from her throbbing twat. Successive shudders ripped through her as Robbie tentatively thrust his tongue into her pulsing hole, and then flicked more assuredly from side to side, licking the walls until Marsha thought she would scream from the joyous agony of it all.
She began to buck and roll and moan and her legs tightened on his head. She became afraid that the pressure from her thighs might scare him off, and relaxed them a bit, but as his tongue raked across her piping hot clit, she clamped them together again. He didn't seem to mind, and she was glad because she didn't think she could control her natural response to his darting tongue in her fluttering cunt. In fact, he seemed to become even more impassioned by her rising ecstasy, and began to alternately suck and lick as she thrust her box up to him eagerly, then pulled away when the pleasure ripples became too exacting, only to thrust forward again.
He clasped her clit between his lips, rolling the pulsating pearl between them. His hands were clutching her ass cheeks, dragging her succulent cunt to his face, and he slipped one finger into her bung, already slick from the saliva that had dribbled from her crack and gathered in it. With two points of attack on her emotions, she was completely lost to the world, and felt the rising flush of orgasm begin to grip her wildly bucking cunt.
When it came, her climax was swift and sudden, the breaking of the dam that had held so long against the straining waves of pleasure, sucked to oblivion by the talented mouth of her lust-driven brother. When it burst, she did not care if the whole world stood above her, looking down at her in the roiling passion of her release.
As she ceased bucking and slowed to a palpitating wriggle beneath Robbie's insistent lips, he lifted his head from between her thighs and climbed atop her, his hard-on even stronger than it had been at first.
"Jeez, Marsha, you've got a tasty twat."
"What have I been missing all these years? Just heaven, that's all."
He mashed his mouth to hers, and she opened wide to his sex-slick tongue, letting him ream her mouth. She could taste her cunt juice, and was surprised that it didn't taste half-bad. She sucked his tongue greedily, taking the remains of her twat juice from it, then licked the inside of his mouth to get some more.
Robbie reached down and touched the blood-engorged crown of his dick to her cunt-lips. His hips hunched forward, slowly at first and then more rapidly, and Marsha thought at first that she would merely lie there and allow him to achieve his own richly deserved climax after the thrilling orgasm he had given her. But the incessant pounding of his crotch against hers, the thick rod enclosed by her cunt driving deeper and deeper into her hole, drew her out of her lethargy and forced her to respond. She began to gyrate wildly against his savage thrusts. The thick cock drummed against the walls of her cunt, but more importantly the rounded crown had found her clitoris and dragged across it again and again and again until she found herself climbing ever higher, rolling with him, thrusting herself to him, matching his rhythm, so that they became as one, lost in the age-old journey that was so well-traveled and yet never lost its newness.
"Oh, my! I think I might come again. Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!!"
"Together . . . this ... time . . ."
Humping furiously, his chest resting on her tits, Robbie gripped her hips and pulled himself even tighter to his sister. If he had been quick to get his gun the first time, there was no hint of that quickness this time as she felt a climax roll through her body and, before she even reached bottom, a second one begin. She dug her heels into his hips and clutched at his back, her head thrown back, her mouth open and gasping for air, her tongue loose in her head and lolling at the side of her mouth. He drove forward, seeking to embed his prick in her cunt to the balls, and she sought to help him by thrusting to meet his pounding. She could hear his grunts of joy in her ear which only added to her pleasure.
"SHOVE THE COCK TO ME, BABY!!" she screeched, gripping his butt now like he gripped hers, feeling the powerful muscles in them forever hunching, forever seeking that culminating moment of release.
"I love you, Robbie," she moaned, and bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming as another climax pulsed through every fiber of her body.
"Goddamn, you're good!" he whispered hoarsely, kissing her deeply as he gave one final desperate plunge and shot his hot sperm into her, feeling his sister's cunt with his love cream in rapid-fire jets of jism that the quivering walls of her cunt drank eagerly. Marsha had never been happier in her whole life.