Chapter 4
Marcia felt her pussy flooding with semen, felt it leaking out to smear against her hand. She squeezed his balls like she might force out the rest of the stuff quickly and end it. But Sam's cum was still raging. His chest raked her tits, tore at the nipples that gouged his skin like tiny fingers.
"Oh hurry, damn you. . . hurry!"
Marcia took her hand away from Sam's balls. She wiggled convulsively, caught at last in the turbulent whirlpool of the fucking.
But Sam was slowing now, relaxing his weight down onto her. She fought to hold on for a few more seconds. She bit her lip again, tasting more blood. The pain seemed to help. But her heart pounded wildly, her breath came in choked gasps.
Sam stopped moving, and rested like a sated animal. She could hardly breathe at all. He pulled himself from her body, hardly looking at her at all. She was a receptacle, that was really all she was. He stood in the middle of the room, his sagging cock dripping cum onto the rug.
Marcia closed her eyes. Yes, it was leaving her, that lovely, wonderful itch. It was slowly, slowly evaporating back into her body. Her clit was still fully extended, like her nipples. But when she lay very still the raging edge of her orgasm weakened. Marcia tried to calm her shallow breathing. She was aware that Sam was watching her.
"Goddamn... you're just about to pop right there on the bed, ain't ya?" He came at her, eyes glinting evilly. "You didn't want to come, you held it back, you bitch. Jesus, what a bitch!"
"No! Stay away from me!" Marcia tried to sit up, but she couldn't get her weak muscles to respond. She rolled onto her stomach and tried again.
She heard Sam rummaging through a drawer, heard the click of a switch, the familiar buzz of the vibrator he'd used on her last time.
"Oh God no. . . noooo!"
She couldn't get her knees under her. If only she could roll to the edge of the bed and fall onto the floor. Maybe she could kick at him or ... "Ohhhhh. . . Uuuhhhnnn!"
The smooth tip of the bullet-shaped dildo glided up between her cuntlips. Sam was laughing, shoving it into her cunt from behind. There was no way to fight him. Her soaked cunt hungrily accepted the quivering vibrator.
She felt the outer muscles, the ones that opened and closed her pussy . . . she felt them clasp at the plastic shaft as Sam pushed it quickly into her cunt. He pushed it until the tickling tip was tight against her womb. She gasped as he felt her vulva close down around the base of the vibrator, felt Sam take his hand away. Like before, the thing was deep in her pussy, consuming her senses with its insatiable, steady shiver.
She had almost gotten a finger inside her cunt when Sam caught her wrists and dragged her onto her back.
"Oh please don't do this . . . Sam! Sam . .. Uhh...Ohhh God it's, it's tearing me up! Ohhhh Jesus...ohhhh fuck..."
Sam was kneeling above her head. She could see the blurry shape of his face upside down. He pinned her wrists forcefully. She was trapped and her climax was steadily building again. The dildo was nursing her orgasm quickly back to an inferno.
Marcia tossed her hips, she couldn't stay still. She was in another world now. Her tits longed to be kissed, her body needed to be loved. But she wouldn't have Sam do it. She would try and get rid of the dildo that had invaded her cunt.
She snapped her pussy hard, tried to dig her heels into the bed. But she knew it was futile. The circle of muscles in her cunt had clasped the dildo firmly inside. If only it wasn't so deep then she could work it free from her cunt.
Marcia groaned with frustration, gasped loudly as the yearning flesh of her pussy gave in to the ecstasy that felt so good. She lost all sense of where she was. Only Sam's hands on her wrists reminded her that she was being held down. She pumped and wiggled her ass unashamedly. It felt lovely . . . felt like she would die this time.
The juice trickled from her feverish pussy and wet the covers under her firm ass. She could hear her cuntlips rubbing against the dildo. They were swollen out like ripe fruit. She heard Sam say something but didn't understand his words.
"Uhh...Uhh...Uhh."
Marcia sucked in short breaths and babbled as the unyielding vibration deep inside her pussy spread to her bursting cunt. When she closed her legs, she could rock her pelvis and bring exquisite friction to her hot cit. She tightened her thighs and see-sawed her body. Then she tucked her knees up until she could get a heel against herself. She could feel Sam's leaking cum there.
"Ohhhh noooo!"
She was coming! She was aching all over with the most pleasurable hurt she'd ever experienced. It was pleasure to the point of madness. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She could only writhe like a mad woman on the bed as her cunt throbbed with heavenly hell... as the musky juice flooded from between her cuntlips and drenched the silken curls of her pubic hair, mingling with the heavy droplets of semen that curdled there.
The black doorman was watching her again as she stood there waiting for Sam to finish tipping the boy who'd brought the Lincoln around. Marcia held her shoulders straight. She glanced at him. He was smiling. Not exactly. It was his eyes that said it.
It was a little past noon. She'd been upstairs with Sam for less than an hour. Marcia knew what the doorman was thinking. She wished she could say something, tell him that he was mistaken. But then was he? She looked at the gold watch on her wrist. Sam had made her put it on again. He'd shoved a hundred-dollar bill into her pocket. A hundred dollars!
He was buying her, paying for her pussy. And when she tried to refuse ... Marcia put a hand to her cheek. It ached from Sam's slaps. She'd held a cold rag against it in the bathroom, but it still looked angry and a little swollen.
The damned doorman! He was absolutely staring now. Probably noticing her cheek. She felt dirty and awful. The only thing she could be thankful for was that her period was due to start tomorrow. She hadn't told Sam that. Not that he would worry about something so insignificant. She knew that if he knocked her up, he'd either discard her or arrange an abortion.
The doorman leered. Why in hell was she just standing there anyway? She went around to the door of the Lincoln. The black guy was there two steps ahead of her, opened the door.
"Have a nice day, Miss," he said, showing her a gold tooth.
The Lincoln glided out to the street. Sam was silent on the way to the shopping center. Marcia kept pulling at her hair. She couldn't think of anything to say. She only wanted to be through with him. He cruised into the heart of the shopping center. She pulled at the handle when he stopped, but Sam reached across.
"Next Saturday I'm flying to Mexico. You're going."
"My parents..."
"You're old enough to be legal. Tell them you're going." Marcia looked down. Sam tightened his fingers on her wrist. "You forget that once you're
Sam Philbert's girl, that's it." He pulled her close and kissed her. She opened her lips when his tongue forced her to. Then he let her go.
"I'll see you tomorrow. I'll call you in the moving... and listen, baby... don't fool around with me, you understand?"
Marcia tried to look him in the eyes. She dug a nail at her palm.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you got a nice, healthy family. You want to keep them healthy, don't you?"
Marcia's head went dizzy. She could hardly believe it. She hadn't thought that men like this really existed. She felt like an utter fool for ever having gone out with him in the first place. She was suddenly burning with anger and the anger washed over her fear. She struggled the watch from her arm, started to dig the hundred-dollar bill out of her jeans.
"I'm not afraid of you, you filthy, dirty..."
"Your old man has a nice little business," Sam said. He didn't appear at all ruffled by her sudden show of force. "Be a shame if it burned down. Fire insurance never really covers anyone's losses completely. And fires do happen." He looked down at the gold watch she was holding in her hand. "You'd better put that back on, baby. Go shopping why don't you. Spend some of that hundred."
Marcia got out of the Lincoln and stood on the curb watching Sam drive away. She was in a state of shock. She wanted to cry, to run and never stop running. She felt the ball of fear in her guts. It lay there heavy and awful. She put the watch in her pocket, felt the big bill. She needed help. But she couldn't go to her folks. You couldn't fight Sam like that. He had no decency, no scruples. He would hurt her badly in some way. Even if it meant hurting innocent people to get to her.
She started walking. She was walking out of the shopping center, north toward Grant Street. At first it didn't occur to her where she was going. Then she quickened her steps. It was ten or twelve blocks to Uncle Nat's. She hadn't really thought of him until that moment. But all through her childhood she remembered who took care of her when she fell. Who chased away the dogs. Who was always there with a hug when she was hurt.
Nat was her father's younger brother. He hadn't gone to college like Ralph. He was a truck driver who still made long hauls with a rig he'd bought and paid for over the years. Nat! Yes, she could tell him without being afraid he'd do anything foolish. He'd help her. . . somehow, he'd help. He just had to. Marcia broke into a jog.
"One hundred dollars is certainly a lot of money to learn to play tennis, Robin." Her mother fluttered hands to her hair, pursed her lips and looked at Ralph. Ralph was chewing on a piece of toast as he scanned the stock-market page of the newspaper.
"Hmmmm?" He glanced up. "Tennis? I didn't think Robin played tennis."
"Well, she certainly plays everything else." Her mother tittered.
Robin squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. She had not the least interest in learning tennis. But she had to get that money. Stevie had called again. His rent was due and he was running out of food. She'd begged him to come home and forget the feud he was having with his father. Steve refused of course.
Ralph was looking at her over the tops of his horn-rimmed glasses. Then he took them off. Robin tried to sit still. Did he suspect what the money was really for?
"You'd have to buy a racket too, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Hmmmm," He went back to his financial page. "You haven't heard anything more about your brother, have you?"
"No sir." Robin bit her tongue. She never said sir to her father unless she was guilty of something. Her mother came to the rescue.
"Robin said she heard from the kids at the swimming pool that Steve had an apartment somewhere by the river and that he was hunting for work. Isn't that right, Robin?"
"Yes, Mom." Robin felt flushed and sweaty. She felt like they would see through her any moment. "I haven't seen him myself."
"Tennis, eh?" Her father folded the paper and folded his hands on the breakfast table. "One hundred dollars for tennis?"
"I really have been eager to get some lessons. Patty Doran says that there's a new instructor at the Y and it's better to learn how to play right the first time rather than develop bad habits."
"If I give you the money, you won't be expecting any new clothes for the rest of the summer, will you?"
"Oh no, Daddy!" She sat up straight, pushed her red braids behind her shoulders.
"Well then go get my checkbook. You do know this instructor's name, don't you? Or do I just make it out to the Y?"
Robin's mind worked feverishly. "I think it would be better if you'd just give me the cash, Daddy.
He looked at her. She couldn't decipher his expression.
"What is this man's name?"
"It's a woman," Robin lied. "Miss Lomax." She swallowed, inched to the very edge of her chair. "But she's new in town and hasn't opened up an account at a bank yet."
Ralph shrugged. "You seem to know a lot about Miss Lomax's private life." He pulled out his wallet.
"Oh she's really great. She talks to all the girls like equals." Robin gritted her teeth. Unconsciously she rubbed a hand over her short nose, remembered the story of Pinocchio and swallowed hard.
"All right, young lady, here you are." Ralph held out the money. "There's enough there to get you a racket and some tennis shoes." He smiled. "The ones you have on look pretty beat up."
"Thanks, Daddy-" Robin came around the table and kissed him. She was halfway out the door when he called to her.
"You're sure you haven't seen your brother?"
"No, Daddy. I told you I hadn't." She shrugged, smiled.
Robin went hurriedly out of the house and headed for the bus stop. She had Steve's money. But how long could she stretch her little act before her mom or dad got wise? The bus came as she was running up to the stop. She dropped her fare and swung into the front seat.
Robin tried to quiet her racing emotions. All those lies and now she had to face Steve again. She hadn't seen him since that last time in the basement.
Her face went beet red just remembering.
When the bus dropped her in Steve's part of town, she went quickly down a side street so she would come up the alley behind his place. Sure she was his sister, and sisters had the right to visit brothers. But she felt too as if her guilt were written all over her face.
Steve opened the door quickly when she knocked. He was wearing a pair of skivvies and a silver chain around his neck. Robin thrust the money at him when he opened the screen.
"I got what you wanted," she gasped, surprise. I at her shortness of breath. "I gotta run."
"Hey wait!" He took her wrist. The touch of his fingers was like fire. She twisted to get free. "Come on inside, will you, Robin... goddamn..."
"Look I've got to go take some tennis lessons..." She choked on the lie, grinned foolishly. Stevie had let go her wrist and she was still standing there. "That's what I told the folks to get the money."
Her brother laughed. "You're really too much." He held the door wide. "Well, aren't you coming in?"
Robin went in. The look of his chest, the lump his cock made in his shorts-it was all too excruciatingly real . . . all too present. Her hands were burning. She dried them on her jeans.
Steve cleared a chair of some wadded clothes and Robin sat down, hands between her knees. She gave him a hesitant smile. Why couldn't she keep her eyes off of his. . . off of the place where his skivvies bunched out? She only looked when he was looking somewhere else.
He went to put on some water for coffee and she watched the way his thigh muscles snaked, the way his back was so muscled just before it disappeared under the elastic band of his shorts. She'd known her brother so long and yet hadn't noticed these things in such detail before. His shoulders were beautiful too. Robin found herself breathing quickly. It was impossible to forget that she'd dug her fingertips at those very same shoulders. That the lump in his underwear had rubbed against her.
"I really should go...." She looked around the small studio apartment. There were some girly magazines and a few books. An ashtray with a corncob pipe and a baggie with some dark green shreds of something in the bottom. Grass. So he was smoking grass now. Big deal. She looked at him again, partly in envy, mostly with love. Love and envy mixed. He brought her cup of coffee.
She sipped it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Sis."
Robin was noticing how much like her he looked. Blond instead of redheaded but with the same shortened features, the same eyes. Except that hers were gray green and his were blue. They even had freckles in the same spots. She was relaxing now. She didn't feel so threatened, so wrong for being in her brother's apartment.
"Wanta smoke some grass?" He was rolling a thin joint expertly, not looking at her.
"Naw. I got some things to do." She had made it sound like she had plenty of chances to smoke marijuana. Robin had never been this close to it in her life.
"You smoked before?"
"Sure, I've smoked it." She burned her own mouth on the coffee now.
"Then you know a toke wouldn't do much." He sucked hard on the thin little cigarette he'd rolled. It glowed orange and a pungent odor wafted to Robin's nostrils.
She swallowed down the lump of fear in her throat. She wanted to be as hip as her brother, wanted to look good in his eyes. Watching him smoke the grass, thinking back on how much life they'd come through together, brought unexpected tears to Robin's eyes. God, she loved him. No matter what he'd done to her on the couch in the basement that afternoon, no matter how wrong it was... she loved her brother better than anyone in the world.
Robin sniffled and wiped her eyes before a tear could drip down her cheek. Thank God Steve hadn't noticed how mushy she'd gotten.
"Try some?" He held out the joint.
Robin took it before she thought. Then she shrugged and put the smoldering tiling to her lips. She didn't really have to take much. She pretended to suck like she'd seen Steve do. A tendril of hot smoke snaked deep into her lungs before she realized what had happened.
Steve was watching her closely, ready to kid her if she blew it. Bravely she held it in, pretended to take more and then handed the joint back to her brother. He lifted his eyebrows, tilted his head.
"I thought you were shittin' me. Where do you smoke grass anyway?"
"Around," Robin lied, letting smoke puff from her nostrils.
"Want some more?" Steve had taken another lungful and was handing the joint her way again. She shook her head.
"I told you I had things to do!" She stood up. The room seemed so strange. She looked at the windows. They glowed with a special light, the sun doing things to the colors she had never noticed before. Was she high? The smoke couldn't have affected her that fast.
"This is good stuff," Steve said. His voice sounded kind of far away. "Supposed to be from Guatemala."
Robin tittered, put a hand to her mouth. What was so damned funny about that? She remembered that she didn't want to hang around at Stevie's place long. But the urgency of leaving had been blown away by the funny smoke she'd let into her body. What was happening to her?
She started slowly toward the door, stopped. She felt lethargic, dizzy. She had to lie down for a second and get her thoughts straight. All kinds of strange ideas. She giggled again for no reason she could think of.
Steve came over and made a funny noise in her ear. She laughed, smiled at him. Nothing much seemed to matter.
"I've got to sit down. . . " she said with effort.
"Here . . . use the bed." He took her by the elbow.
Robin followed obediently. It was easier to take the path of least resistance. The bed looked inviting. She lay back and crossed her beat-up tennies. They looked so far away from the rest of her body.
Steve sat on the edge of the bed. Robin closed her eyes. She could smell the smoke in her nostrils. Steve touched her shoulder.
No Steve, please don't touch me. Robin realized that she'd thought the words, not really spoken them.
"Steve . . . " His fingers were rubbing her shoulder now. They were warm. They were strong fingers. Her brother's fingers. "Steve, would you help me walk to the bus stop?"
"No." He giggled. His hand was moving down her shoulder, down her arm.
Robin wanted to open her eyes but was afraid. Afraid of her brother? She stared in panic at his smiling, pleasant face.
"Let me up."
"I wasn't holding you down." Steve laughed again.
He was right. She had wanted to rest. Her mind sounded like falling rain inside. Then she blinked and all was quiet. Steve touched her shoulder again. She let herself fall back on the pillow, closed her eyes.
"I really feel weird."
Steve stroked her arm gently. God she loved him. He was such a sweet brother. She'd been happy to get that money for him, even if it meant lying to the folks.
"Robin."
"What?"
"Nothing. I was just saying your name." Steve breathed. His fingers tightened on her arm. "You've gotten so pretty. It's like you've become some other person.
Then he put his face against her cheek. Robin held her breath. Skyrockets exploded up and down her belly. She felt her cuntlips convulse as his lips brushed her neck wetly.
He was stroking her belly. What had happened to her shirt? Robin realized with panic that it had been unbuttoned and pulled back some.
"Oh God... God nooo!"
She struggled to get up, but Steve pushed her back on the bed. She was fighting hard now, trying to get her leg out from under the crook of his knee. But Stevie was so strong! And his hands. . . they were making her body feel so hot, so tingly weak.
"Steve . . stop.. Stop right now!"
She hadn't meant for this to happen. What was she doing on her brother's bed in her brother's apartment with him half on top of her anyway?
"Robin ... I want you so bad, Robin. It's all I ever think of any more. The other day in the basement ..."
"Oh Stevie, how could you even think such things. Don't you know we can't do anything like that...even if I wanted to.
"You do want to. I can tell..."
"Noooo!"
His hands were moving again. Unbuttoning more of her shirt. Oh God he was exposing her tits!
"Steve! Stop!"
Then, even as she watched, Steve's head descended, his mouth opened and surrounded her tit. She couldn't react quickly enough. Then hot spit washed over her areola and nipple. The tender, slightly sore flesh pulled like rubber as her brother sucked it into his mouth.
Robin tossed her head back and forth on the pillow. She yanked as hard as she could at Steve's hair. Her back was arched with the tension his sloppy tongue was bringing to her body.
"Uuhhhnnn ... aahhhh. . . nooooo, Stevie, please noooo!"
How had he gotten her pants unbuttoned? What was he doing with his hips? She felt strong fingers slip flat against her tan belly. She felt the elastic of her panties lift as Steve's hand sought new territory. Robin let go his hair and grabbed at his wrist. She caught him off guard, yanked the fingers from the warmth of her abdomen.
"Let me up . . . now!"
Robin turned her face away from his kisses, but he caught her head with both hands, held her still and kissed her wetly. Her lips peeled back as he stroked her teeth with his tongue and finally wedged it inside her mouth.
Robin whimpered as he pumped his body against her crotch. All the wiggling she'd done while trying to fight Steve off had loosened her jeans on her narrow hips. Now they were slipping off over the crack of her ass. She tried to get a hand down to yank them up and button them again, but Steve caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Then he kissed her again. She was weak, dizzy. She breathed raggedly, feeling his tongue explore her neck. She just lay there now, panting. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelids. She whined weakly. She couldn't think of anything to say to him to make him stop. Then he was at her ear, tongue tracing intricate whorls.
"Steeeevieeeee! Oh God, what's happening to me ... what are you d-d-doing?"
Robin felt so vulnerable, so small, so weak. She was only eighteen! How could she know how to make a boy stop fucking around with her? Especially when the boy was her brother. The brother she loved like crazy all her life.
Robin wished she'd never come over, wished she hadn't smoked any of that stuff Steve had offered her. He was licking, sucking deeply and gently at the tenderest parts of her ear. And she found she couldn't make herself twist her head away.
Robin squirmed her hips instinctively. Somehow her jeans had slipped almost off her ass. And Steve was working them even further now. She tried to kick against his efforts but it only helped him slide the Levi's down past her knees.
"Nooooo. . . oh God in heaven! I felt so... so..."
Robin arched rigidly upwards, her hard belly rubbing his. She hadn't meant for that to happen.
Skin. Hot skin. Her brother's muscled belly, his thighs touching hers now.
She felt the tangle of her jeans at her ankles and then dangling from one foot.
Steve knelt between her knees. Robin felt him yanking at one loose tennis shoe, then the other. She struggled to open her eyes, tried to sit up. But the shoes had fallen away . . . and her jeans.
Steve's head dove between her thighs. She lurched at him with both hands but he ignored the frantic tugs at his hair. She felt his breath against the band of pale yellow nylon that covered the sparse red hair of her pubes. He was kissing the nylon, wetting the closed cuntlips underneath.
Robin gave a cry of despair. She'd heard of men doing things like that to girls. She hadn't known whether to believe it or not. But now her very own brother was trying to do it to her. She fell back on the bed and tried to twist herself over on her stomach.
But when she lifted her knees, Steve caught them and pressed them back until her thighs touched her belly. Robin bucked her hips, gasped from the shock of what he was trying to do. Steve was pulling the silken band of her panties to one side. He was kissing the tender flesh at the inside of her thigh . . . kissing. . . kissing
"Ohhhh Steve!"
Her body went limp. Every muscle in her body twitched with shivery thrills as her brother's tongue pressed into the crevice of her cunt and raked wetly through the soppy mess. Then her cut came under his scalding lips. He was sucking her clit, caressing it. He was pulling it between his teeth and tenderly nibbling.
Robin clamped her eyes so tight that swirls of yellow light danced there. Steve slipped her panties off. Robin whimpered in protest but let him do it anyway. Once again he pressed his face in the fevered flesh of her cunt. She could feel the way her swollen outer lips were parted back to rub their hot juices against Stevie's cheeks. It was blowing her mind that he would want to put his mouth on her cunt which was so musky and juicy.
But Steve's mouth wallowed in her pussy, gouging her with his chin, running his tongue wildly across the dainty flesh. For the first time since her brother had begun to eat her cunt, Robin consciously cooperated. She parted her thighs, widened her knees and put her feet flat against the mattress. Her toes dug into the sheet, spreading as if to grasp to something solid.
Robin moaned without shame. She could feel Steve's ears tickling the insides of her thighs. His fingers stroked her heaving belly. His mouth made slurping, sucking noises at her soppy little cunt. Robin tried to think straight, tried to understand what it all meant. But her senses were swamped. The nerve-endings around her clitoris throbbed. She petted his tousled blond hair with both hands, wove fingers into the curls. Unbelievably she was pulling him against her cunt. . . she couldn't help herself. It was heaven. It was like the most beautiful thing in the world. Steve's beautiful mouth... soooo soft. . . soooo sweet.
"Uhhhhnnn. . . Ohhhhh God, Stevie... it feels so.. . your tongue's so good!"
Steve was pressing the point of his tongue against her cherry now. She could sense that the membrane covering her hole was being stretched inwards.
Robin squirmed her narrow hips on the bed, watching her brother's cheeks with steamy cuntjuice. He grunted hungrily and pushed even harder against her hymen. Everything felt so taut down there . . . so tense. She held her ass still, tilting her pussy up against Steve's mouth. He licked teasingly.
Robin whined and wiggled her pussy in feverish circles . . . held it still again. Stevie lapped with the flat part of his tongue now. She felt his spit leaking down to her asscheeks.
The flooding meat of her cuntlips felt so plump and firm. They had taken on a different shape and feel. They felt as if they were swelling out from her body, the inner lips inflated with hot blood. And her clit! She could feel Stevie flipping it with his tongue. A tiny spike of super-sensitive feeling that tingled with an itch that had to come from heaven!
"Uhn . . . Ohhhh God. Stevie ... I feel like I'm flying away."
His mouth moved upward, wet her belly. She caressed his neck, let her fingers trail over his broad shoulders and then hugged him as he lowered his hips between her quivering thighs.
Robin felt the pressure of his prick as it moved her cuntlips apart and nestled in the steamy juices that poured from her cunt. Robin's mind was so fuzzy. She knew vaguely that he was going to fuck her. But nothing would come into focus.
All she could pay any attention to was the way his hands fondled her tits and the way his teeth and lips felt en her flesh. Then she was kissing his mouth. It was all slick from her cuntjuice. The scent of her pussy odor filled her flared nostrils. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue into Stevie's mouth for him to suck.
Ecstasy! She was dying with love. Yes, she loved him like no one else in the world. Her brother! And the pressure against her clenched cherry increased. The protective membrane stretched. There was the tiniest spark of something ... not really pain. Steve was kissing her mouth deeply when it happened and she was gasping as she sucked at his tongue like he had done on hers. Then that tiny sensation, that twinge of pain became a burn.
Robin moved her hips from one side to the other. The slight pain at her crotch was gone ... or almost gone. But some other sensation had replaced it. Filled . . . she was becoming filled. She could feel the shape of something smooth and streamlined forcing back the circle of muscles that was the opening to her cunt. It was like the very first time she'd had an enema.. . the slide of that plastic thing into her tight little asshole had shocked her, then made her curious. She hadn't minded enemas at all and had even put her own finger in her rectum when she felt like doing something different in the bathtub.
But this invasion was by something bigger. It was her brother's cock! And it was slipping hotly into her pussy. . . inch by slick, taut inch!
"Steve... God noooo!"
It all flashed before her eyes, the realization, the wrong. Incest.
The wild panic that filled her mind was like a ragged hatchet coming down between Steve and her own being. Robin screamed.
"Robin . . . Robin, what's wrong?" Steve kissed her neck again, caught her head between his hands. His hips had quit moving but she could feel the thick, hot shape of his cock a few inches inside her virgin cunt. Tears washed her cheeks.
"Incest . . . we just did it . . . " she said in sobs.
"I love you, Robin."
"You're my brother!"
Robin struggled to twist her body free of him, but the movements brought raging fires up through her cunt and tits. She gasped with the sudden, feverish pleasure. She babbled something.
Steve smiled. "Your pussy feels so hot and tight ... Oh, Robin! Your cunt's all around me! Real slick and .. and when you move. . ."
Robin moved, not because Steve wanted her too, but because she wanted to get away. She felt her sopping cunt-folds caress the smooth dome of his prick. His cock swelled, stretching her cunt larger around him. Instinctively she tightened her muscles and cinched down around the place where her hymen had been only moments before.
Steve gasped, arched his head back.
"How did you do that?" he breathed, kissing her sloppily, brushing her cheeks with his fingers. "Oh Robin, doesn't it feel good to you?"
"Yesss... I mean no! We have to stop, Steve! It's bad enough already
... it's. . . Ahhhhh ... Uhnnnn!"
Steve had pumped his cock deeper into her small cunt. She could tell that her pussy was being opened, that organs and squishy flesh were moving out of the way as his steely cock penetrated upwards into her belly.
Robin squirmed, knowing that her sense of right and wrong was being dulled terribly by the way that prick felt as it slipped into her cunt.
She wiggled to get loose but the movements made the walls of her pussy rub harder against Steve's cock. She wasn't trying to escape any more.
She was panting and holding onto her brother's shoulders as he skewered her cunt with his prick.
She was moving to make the angle better. She was gently bobbing her ass up and down as his cock fucked deeper. Her small tits were glowing at the nipples and the rub of them against her brother's chest when he moved to get his cock deeper made her lick hungrily at his neck. She was pressed under him, pressed into the mattress. The weight of his fucking between her thighs felt sooo good! So unbelievably carnal!
Robin sighed as Steve gave a sharp jab with his hips and another inch of hot cock disappeared past the clasping lips of her pussy.
Incest ... wrong ... wrong!
She frowned. She was so out of breath, so weak from the intense pleasure.
Incest. The word seemed hollow somehow. She couldn't concentrate on why it meant what it did.
Steve lapped hungrily at her left tit and she arched her back to give him as much of her tit-flesh as she could. He took advantage of her gesture, pulled her tit deep as he suctioned blood into the pink nipple and scourged it with the hard tip of his tongue. Robin dug her fingernails against his back. She kissed at her brother's ear, tried to put her tongue in it like he'd done to her. She'd never kissed a boy's ear before. His hips began to move again as she sucked on his earlobe.
He was working his cock even deeper! How deep could his prick go before she wouldn't be able to take anymore?
"Uhn... Ohhhh Stevie, you're splitting me right down the middle!"
Robin knew that her cuntlips were stretched wide around the thickness of his cock. She could feel the friction of the shaft past those dainty petals as he fucked upwards and in, then dragged the hot cock out again. She was still afraid. But her fear was being held at bay by each new second of shivery paradise. How could she really think of being wicked or wrong when her young, taut pussy was being ravaged so lovingly.
It felt right to have her pussy so full of cock. And her cunt was full! So very, very full.
"Stevie . . . I love you too. I mean, I've always loved you, but now I love you like a woman would love a. . . " She gave up and found his lips with her tongue. "Oh I don't know what I'm saying! Ohhhh do it fast like that, Stevie . . . Jeeesus! Oh God! Does that feel... Uhnnn..."
Steve was holding his fingers deep in the white meat of her ass, fucking her with quick, deep lunges. His cock was all the way in now and their bodies
were thoroughly soaked with the slick juice her pussy had brought forth. And it was impossible for her to keep still, even if she'd wanted to.
Robin tensed the muscles in her ass, plunged her parted cuntlips up and down. Steve held his cock deep inside her cunt and let her plunge. Her flooding slit washed his balls with juice. She could feel the firm, thick base of his prick. It was like the trunk of a tree there and she could fuck herself against it, stretch the opening of her cunt by rocking her hips hard to one side. His body rubbed her cut when she did that and Robin found that this made the pleasure more intense.
"Ohhh . . shit ... Steeeveee! Your cock feels so thick and big inside! Oh, I'm just dying it feels ... so good!"
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her cunt, froze there as he licked the nipple of one tit and then the other. She whimpered pleadingly and arched her cunt up to him. Still he held back, wetting her tits with his lips.
His cock throbbed, the head just inside the frayed and broken remnants of her cherry. She tightened down her cunt muscles as hard as she could. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight, making the muscles squeeze that lovely long cock just behind the glans.
Then Steve could no longer contain himself. With a gasping growl, fucked harder. Robin felt her brother's fevered cock sliding past her cuntlips, slipping deep and hot and hard into her pussy. Then as he held himself there, she clasped him again with her spasming muscles, panting hotly against his ear.
He was fucking her steadily now. The in-and-out slide of his swelled meat brought friction to her wet cunt. Her cut rubbed each time his body met hers. He was kissing her wetly around the face, trying to feel her small tits with his hands and hold her close to him at the same time. Robin felt female, very female. She felt penetrated. She felt as if in all the world, this cock was what her cunt had been created for. This lovely, consuming clutch of their bodies. The cock expanding inside her pussy until she could clearly feel the ridged glans where it gouged along her tube.
Robin knew she was coming. Robin gasped into her brother's ear and held on for dear life. Her small cunt was rocked by his powerful fuckthrusts. His hips crashed into hers and she widened her thighs to let him have all of her pussy, every last inch of her stretched pussy. His cocktip fucked deeper. it was deeper than it had ever been now and still she could take it.
"Uhhnn ... oh fuck! Fuck! Oh Stevie, I'm gonna come honey! Ohhhhh noooo! It's killing me! It feels so far out . . . hurry Stevie, before I die!"
Robin brought her feet up over the hard calves of Steve's legs. Then she drove her feet down flat on the bed to give her power. She heaved her ass in wild, frantic circles. It seemed like she wanted to plunge in every direction all at once.
The juice seeping from around the edges of her cunt-hole sucked loudly at Stevie's cockskin. She knew when his balls brushed the underside of her ass and wondered briefly how it might feel to her brother.
Hi was fucking so fast! The bed bounced under them. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs, couldn't hold him close enough When they kissed, their lips were sloppy with spit. She sucked at his chin, his cheek. She licked him like a cat and grunted each time his cock plunged deep.
"Coming! Steveeee! I'm coming! Ohhhh!"
The storm at her cunt quickened into white hot pleasure. The first surge of pleasure brought a cry from deep in her throat. Aching thrills ran up and down her pussy. She pumped the consuming itch that had invaded her clitoris, pumped it hard against the thick base of her brother's prick. Her willowy body shuddered with ecstasy. She whimpered uncontrollably.
Something was happening to Stevie too! His hands on her ass pulled and dug at the white meat of her asscheeks. He held his cock deep and gave rapid little fucks that stretched something inside her cunt.
Her come was devastating! She choked on the words of passion she tried to breathe into her brother's ear. She bit at his earlobe and drooled. Once she bucked so hard under him that his cock slipped out of her pussy and she whined like a cat for him to fuck her more.
"Stevie... Ohhhh honey Steve! Love you, love you, love you..."
And she clasped her thin legs tightly around his middle and fucked for all she was worth.
But Steve was acting funny . . .he was trying to slow down now, he was trying to be still. Robin couldn't be still. Her body snaked and writhed under him. She rubbed small hands up and down the small of his back, urging him to get his cock deep again, wanting him to stretch and make her a woman.
"What's wrong. . Oh Steve. . Ohhhh!"
Her orgasm was ending, slipping away on tingling tendrils of ravaged nerves. She fought to have it back . . . there was just the hint of a sparkle there deep in her pussy that said she might have another one if she tried.
Two comes!
Robin had never even heard of such things, couldn't bother with such details now. She worked her ass up and down, begging Steve to please fuck her.
"Be still .. . damn it, Robin, be still!"
"Oh Stevie, I just can't!"
"I've got to...stop...I...Oh damn it, Robin!"
It happened so fast that she thought Steve had flipped out or something. He yanked his throbbing cock of her pussy and pushed himself up on hands and knees. His face was twisted in agony.
Robin tried to understand what was wrong but the shock of her empty cunt was so sudden that she was gasping for air herself. She could clearly see her brother's cock. It dangled an inch from her belly and it was glossy with her slick juices. The flared crown was a deep purple and bigger than she'd remembered. At the slit-like orifice hung a huge milky droplet. It grew suddenly in size and oozed down in a string1 puddling in her navel.
"Steve! What's wrong . . .
"Touch me, Robin! Goddamn it you've just got to ... hurry Robin, hurry!"
And then the truth was flashing in on her. He'd been about to come and pulled his prick out of her cunt before it was too late, before she got knocked up. She didn't know how a boy worked, didn't know that for him to stop like that was awful. But she was understanding it all within a few seconds. The twisted features of Steve's face were all the facts she needed.
She plunged her small hands down, down between their stomachs. The slick heat of his cockshaft brought a shudder of excitement to her lips. Even though her climax was over, she felt the new surge of lust. That prick was so big in her palms!
She smoothed back the skin and felt her own flesh grow immediately slick with her own juices. Steve groaned and pumped his hips so that the steely prick fucked in and out of the circle she made with her fingers. She rubbed the bulging veins, caressed the spongy tip with a thumb and forefinger. Steve's mouth fell open. A glistening strand of drool leaked from the corner of his lips.
"Uhhhh. . . oh God, Robin do it faster, honey!"
She jacked the skin up and down. It moved tautly but easily on the hardness underneath and when she brought her hands toward the tip, the bursting thing grew even larger, darker. His cock was hot! Hot with trapped blood!
Another milky droplet formed at the tip, dangled for a moment and fell again to the slimy lake that was forming in her belly button. She was surprised at the heat of his seed. And the sharp odor was new to her, a little shocking. Her nostrils flared.
She flopped her head on the pillow and jacked the skin up and down while Steve's bails swung heavily against her hands.
"Touch my balls. . . like that! Hurry, Robin ...Aaahhhnnn!"
Robin caressed the mushy wrinkles of his balls. She was surprised at the largeness of the twin eggs and wasn't sure exactly what Steve wanted her to do. Then she felt it. Above his balls, where the sac grew out of his body, she sensed a pulsing, a throbbing. She lifted his balls upwards, pushed a curious finger against the lump that was partially inside her brother's body. The lump, whatever it was, was bulging powerfully in a rhythm that matched the swell of his darkly ridged glans.
A much bigger glop of white seed bubbled out of the slit of Steve's cock and oozed back under the head where Robin smoothed it back along his shaft. Her jacking movements made sexy, sucky sounds and she saw that more thick cream was bubbling from Stevie's cock, slipping back where it was caught by her moving hand and worked along the length of his shaft. His cum clung in strings across her knuckles and there was more pumping out at every second.
"Ghaaaa!" Steve groaned.
A sharp jet of semen spat in an arc onto one of Robin's tits. Then another! It was coming hard! Robin whimpered excitedly at the slick heat, the excitement of something she'd never experienced.
"Am I hurting you, Stevie?"
"God . . . noooo! Don't stop!"
She palmed his balls, rubbing and wallowing them around in the hot sac. She couldn't feel anything special happening to them, but knew they were pumping potent sperm forcefully from the orifice of her brother's cock. Both her tits were glistening with warm strings of jizz. Some leaked down under her arm and, as she leaned forward to jack her brother off, it was spread in a slick, sticky coat over her skin.
Steve collapsed beside her after one final bolt of semen glopped thickly onto Robin's belly. She petted his shoulders, kissed his cheek. She daydreamed, her eyes closed so that she could make up what she needed. Her brother's warm body did the rest. She imagined them living on some island with, nothing to do but play and eat and fuck. The fact that this was incest didn't matter. The only thing that made it wrong was other people. On this island there was only the two of them.
When Steve rose suddenly from her arms and went into the bathroom, she didn't understand what was happening. He closed the door and she thought she heard him crying.
"Steve? Is something wrong?"
"You'd better get back home, Robin."
His voice sounded muffled and strange through the door. She looked at the mess on her tits, the drying cum, the red places where Steve, her brother, had kissed her. She dabbed herself off as best she could and got into her clothes.
"Steve, I have to see you before I go. Don't just run me out like this."
She was close to tears herself. Steve wouldn't answer, wouldn't open the door.
Robin went out the back door and down the alley. She was sore through the crotch. But she couldn't think of anything but the sin she and her brother had joined in. It had finally come to pass. Her brother had slid his hard cock up into her body. They had fucked like animals with no other thought but their pleasure.
Robin cried as she walked. What had been a paradise of love just moments before was now a shambles in her mind. Poor Steve, he had realized it before she had.
The bus came and Robin got on and went to the very back seat.
"What do ya want to see Nat for?" Gloria stood in the doorway with one hip cocked, a beer in her hand. There was loud music playing on the phonograph and Marcia could see a man's shoes beneath the doorway that led to the living room.
She swallowed her nervousness and tried a pleasant smile. "It's something very important."
Gloria's expression didn't change. Gloria had never liked her very much, had never been close to her in-laws. Marcia wondered if it was because Nat had wanted kids and she didn't. Nat had brought her over to Ralph's a couple of times. His wife hadn't much liked the attention Marcia had received from her uncle.
Gloria looked at her over the curl of cigarette smoke that rose from the filtertip she clutched with the drink.
"I told you Nat ain't here." She made as if to close the door. "He's out on the road."
"Gloria... wait." Marcia stepped closer. A man's face appeared from the doorway of the living room.
"Hey, Gloria, what's keeping you?" The man saw Marcia and disappeared.
Gloria beamed pure hate at Marcia for having discovered the little secret.
"I told you he isn't here." She started to slam the door again.
"Please!" Marcia had her foot wedged in the crack. "It's very important."
Gloria looked at her, sipped the drink.
"You might catch him at the freight yard. Thompson's Trucking. On Carter and Fourth." She sucked at the cigarette. "He was supposed to be taking off for Denver early this afternoon." She shrugged. "You might catch him if you're lucky."
Marcia turned on her heel, felt Gloria's hand on her shoulder.
"Hey listen, Marcia about this . . ." She jerked her head back toward the loud music.