Chapter 2
At first, it seemed as if the beach was growing a new dune. The hump in it rose slowly. Then sand spilled from the hump and bared the body under it as Nick rose up on his arms, shaking sand free of his face and head.
"Nick!" she cried again, hearing the sob in her voice.
"Son of a bitch!" Morrie swore, now on his knees over her supine body, holding his prick in his hand in an attitude of readiness.
"Hold it right there, you bastard," the voice from the hump growled along the beach.
There was a muffled guffaw to the north of them and a small, feminine giggle. Marla turned her head quickly and saw another lump forming, a double lump, about fifty feet away. The bigger one took on the thick-trunked, small-headed form of Lonny. The one beside him had to be Sue. Moonlight gleamed from her white butt and soft, wide hips as the little brunette brushed sand from her body, and Marla knew that she and Lonny had been fucking while buried under the sand waiting for Nick to make his move. As thankful as she was for their appearance, Marla felt a stab of shame and humiliation at knowing they'd all been watching her make a slut of herself during her moment of weakness. She knew that Lonny would have been drooling mentally, urging Morrie on, fucking her virginal body vicariously while he pumped his big prick into Sue's willing, eager hole and pretended the cunt was Marla's. She knew that Sue was hoping she'd be cherried, too, because, like a fanatic among the heathens, she didn't understand why any woman wouldn't want to fuck and fuck and thereby take up her wonderful way of life.
But Nick . . . What had Nick been thinking? Why hadn't he come out of hiding sooner? Had he wanted her to be fucked open, too? Then why was he coming out just at this second, just before it was going to happen? Why would he want his sister to be cherried by a mark like Morrie?
Morrie made a grunting sound that broke into her thoughts. Apparently, he wasn't yet aware of Lonny and Sue, for he was facing south, watching Nick, gauging his smallish frame and trying to decide whether to take this shakedown with his prick hanging down or not.
"I knew it," he growled after a moment. "You little bitch, I knew it. There he is. There's the boy friend. All right, I'm ready for him. I don't know why you didn't just do it quick and let me pay you off instead of calling for help and prolonging everything. You could have had a hundred bucks ill for yourself, instead of having to share it with him-if he's big enough to get it from me." He veiled towards Nick suddenly. "Hey, you bastard! Why'd you wait so long? Is that how you get your kicks, watching her nearly get fucked, watching her bang it off a few times first?"
Morrie was on his feet then. He was pulling on his pants, stuffing the sand-coated shaft of his cock to them. He accidentally kicked sand with his t directly into Marla's spread crotch. Marla cried out and scuttled backwards, wanting to get out of the way of the fight. She caught sight of the look of resignation on Morrie's face, the hint of sadness. He'd known instinctively what she'd been leading him into, and yet he'd gone anyway, hoping. There was something sad about that to Marla that made her warn him.
"Morrie, don't fight him," she said quietly. "Lonny's behind you."
He glanced at her. Then he looked behind himself and saw the stoop-shouldered bulk of chest and arms and bowed legs coming towards him. Sue came with Lonny, her shift still up around her waist as she kept brushing sand from her dark thatch of pubes, totally uncaring that everyone could see her cunt and ass.
Morrie let out a sigh and seemed to collapse inside. He reached for his back pocket and took his wallet out. He stooped and pushed the roll of bills into the sand between Marla's thighs and gave her bare cunt a pat with his hand.
"It was nearly a nice fuck, honey," he said. "Look me up when you really decide to pop it, and we'll do it without making a side show out of it. I've earned the right."
"I'm sorry," Marla whispered. But the sound was lost in the ocean breeze.
"Get your goddamn hand away from her twat, buddy," Nick growled, coming up and standing in front of Morrie, assuming a threatening posture. Lonny stood off to one side, hands on hips, thick neck bent forward. Sue had let her skirt fall back into place, and she was clinging to Lonny's arm, but her eyes were on Morrie. She giggled again.
Morrie looked at them in turn. Nick was on the small side, but he had good musculature and would have been tough to beat, especially since Morrie ad better than twenty years on him. He would have been a handsome youth but for the long scar circling his left eye and the scarlet mass of tissues that made up his right cheek. The sight made Morrie's stomach flop.
Lonny was as solid as a fallen log and just as bright. His chest and hips were thick and bulging. His head was oddly small for his body, and Morrie feared him instinctively.
The girl clinging to him, Sue, was petite and cute in a sexy way. Her tits were obvious and round, her hips wide and made for slamming against when you fucked her. Her ass was full and enticing. She had a way of working her wide mouth and soft lips as though she was sucking an invisible prick all the time. Her eyes were large and soft, and she kept looking at Morrie with more than a trace of interest.
"You shoulda let him fuck you, Marla," Sue giggled. "He looks kinda like a good fuck for an older guy, kinda fun. Want to fuck me, honey? I won't give you a lot of hassle about it."
She giggled again and rubbed her pussy with her hand. Lonny looked at her and punched his fist to her fleshy buttcheeks. They quarreled over whether Sue could fuck anyone she wanted to or Dot, and the argument went unresolved. Sue loved to torment him with her body. Morrie took a step away from her, not wanting to get in the middle of t. He looked at Marla, who was still lying in the d.
"You've got a strange taste in friends, baby," he aid. "I thought you had class, real class for a kid. You could go anywhere, attract the best-not like this slut here, who attracts guys like Lonny. I would have known for certain there was going to be a scene like this from picking her up. There wouldn't have been any doubt. With you, there was, and that's why I went along. I'm disappointed in you."
"That's why he used her on you, stupid," Nick said, grinning in a distorted way because of his torn face. "Hand over the rest of it, buddy, and then get out of here."
Morrie's face got a sneer on it. "At least I can see why she's still cherry. With a face like yours on top of her, I don't blame her."
"He's my brother, Morrie," Marla interrupted quietly, nearly afraid to move, hoping that Nick wouldn't take offense the way he usually did, ever since the accident that had killed their parents and had cut and burned him so horribly.
"Sure," Morrie said, his voice thick with scorn "Listen, boy friend, all my money's down the between her legs. There's no reason for me to hang around. You caught me. You've got no fight from me"
Nick glanced between Marla's thighs. She looked where her brother was looking and saw that her pussy was still wide open, the rolled bills sticking up from the sand in front of her as if she had a green prick.
Nick's eyes were on the money, and then they were on her cunt. Marla sucked in her breath and felt a strange warmth go through her. This was the first time Nick had ever seen her naked pussy before, other than when they were little kids bathing together. The other two times he had made her do this with men, he had come to her rescue in the very first moments, before the man had barely touched her tit or squeezed her ass, and he hadn't seen anything but the expression of dejection and self-loathing on her face and the way she had winced when he'd given the signal for Lonny to thump the man.
She looked at her brother and wondered how he could have changed so radically in the past two months. He'd become mean and cruel. He arranged it so that Lonny did the rough work and carried the stolen money so that he would be clean if they were caught. He was terribly self-conscious about the way he looked, about the way people would turn their heads on the sly and stare at the mess his face was in. He was bitter that no one would hire him, except for common labor jobs he wasn't built for and was too proud to take after having set his heart on being a marine biologist.
Marla could see that anyone just meeting him would think him a nasty, ugly person, but she knew him from before his upsetting change and loved him for what he was inside, behind the scars. Yet, why had he waited so long to rescue her from Morrie? He'd been quite close. He would have heard all the conversation with Morrie, and he would have known when things were beginning to get dangerous for her. Was he testing her to see what kind of sister he had? Was he trying to find out, at her risk, if she were still a virgin? Or did Morrie have a point-that it was the only way he could get any sexual satisfaction any more, since the accident.
She glanced at his face again. It was sweating. The area around his burned cheek was becoming fury with the emotion rising inside him as he stared at the area of her naked, spread pussy. Marla felt very strange. And then she sucked in her breath with the realization that what was on his face was lust-desire generated by the sight of her open cunt, her available body, the knowledge that it was still inviolate and that she, his sister, had not given herself to any man.
"You like the looks of that cunt yourself, eh?" Morrie sneered at him, watching him, also. "Well, let me tell you, buddy, if you're her boy friend and haven't fucked her yet, then you're a creep of some kind who doesn't know what a virgin's pussy is for. If you're her brother the way she says, then you're still a creep for the way you're drooling over your sister's pink pussy. Shit, I've paid my money, and it was worth it. I haven't seen a freak show like this one in a long time. See you around."
He started back towards the lights of the hotel, making a wide swing around Nick. It wasn't wide enough. Nick was across to him like a cat. Marla didn't even see the blow, but she heard Morrie's cry and saw him fall to the sand.
"Nick, stop it!" she cried. "He gave you his money, what did you do that for?"
"Shut up," he growled at her, coming back to stand over her again. He gave the signal to Lonny, who went over to Morrie with Sue and knelt beside the fallen figure and began searching his pockets for the trinkets of value in them.
Marla heard Morrie groan after a moment. She had rolled him onto his back and was kneeling over him. She was reaching into his fly and taking out his prick. She dusted the sand off it with her dainty fingers while Lonny watched her. They began quarreling again, and then Sue dipped her head and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and worked on it for quite a time. When his cock was hard and wet, she lifted her shift to her waist and straddled Morrie's hips. She worked his cock into her wet, ready pussy and sat down on it while defying Lonny to stop her, threatening to cut him forever if he said another word. Marla couldn't watch. Sue was too much for her, as was the sad expression on Lonny's face. She could never adjust to the cruel way Sue treated him. She glanced at Nick again and saw that he was ill staring at her pussy. She closed her thighs together slowly, wanting him to know that he would not have her but that she was not rejecting him the way, perhaps, other girls did now. The roll of bills was pressed tightly between her thighs.
"Get dressed," he growled at her, and she knew he was more angry with himself than with her. 'You look like a slut. You want somebody to me along and see you with your cunt hanging open like that?" "You took a long look at it, Nick," she said, searching through the sand for her panties. They were half-buried. She shook the sand out of them and stood in front of him, not caring any more, Lonny was now standing in front of her, gaping like a simpleton as she flipped up her dress and stepped into the panties. Down towards the water, she could see Sue riding up and down on Morrie's dick, squeezing her tits and playing with her own pussy while she fucked him, getting the last measure of enjoyment out of it, moaning and groaning with greater exuberance than necessary just to bug Lonny. Or maybe she really liked the fuck that much.
Marla turned away from the degrading sight n. Nick licked his lips as soon as her skirt was back in place and bent over to snatch up the money and count it. Lonny showed him two rings and a watch and another three hundred Morrie had folded into a key-chain ornament.
"We did pretty well with him," Nick said. "Four hundred and stuff, that's not bad." He handed it all to Lonny, keeping himself clean.
"What took you so long, Nick?" Marla asked him.
"What do you mean? We got to you in time, didn't we?"
His manner and expression were mean. "No!" she cried, choking back a sob.
He jerked her around and stared at her with wide eyes and a trembling lip. "What!" he shouted. "Did that son of a bitch fuck you! I'll kill him! God, you didn't let him fuck you, did you?"
He was wild. He held her to him tightly. One hand was pawing at her front, trying to get up under her skirt and yank her panties off again so that he could feel inside her pussy for himself.
"Nick, stop it!" she cried at him.
"Did you let him fuck you?"
"What would you care if I did?"
"Marla, I'm your brother!"
He said it in a way that made her look at him. He was holding her tightly, making her pointed, tipped boobs push fully into his chest in a way no brother would do. He was panting heavily against the side of her neck, and his lips found her cheek again and again. She felt an intense emotion pass from him and thrill through her, and she didn't know what to make of it. It seemed proof. He wanted her. Her own brother wanted her to be kept pure for-what? For himself?
She shivered violently against him and felt the hard shaft of his prick stabbing against her thigh and hip. The feel of it, the new knowledge of what they were becoming to each other since the accident, since they'd embarked on this horrible way of getting money, made a cry of anguish tear from her throat.
"Nick, get away! Let me go! God, what's the matter with you?"
As if slapped, Nick jerked back and looked at her. His breathing was hard and fast. His cock bulged in his pants and wouldn't go down. She looked at his hard-on and felt very strange, and she understood with sudden clarity that her brother was using all his will to keep from dragging her to the sand and fucking her himself. The sounds Sue was making down by the water didn't help his resolve any. Marla could feel the heat radiate from him, and she felt a shameful response to it whip through her and make her tits tingle and her pussy throb with need.
"Nick!" she whispered urgently. "Nick, no ... " Nick turned from her with an animal cry and staggered aimlessly for a moment. Then he made directly for Sue and Morrie, who were clearly outlined in the moonlight and fucking steadily. He went up to Sue and lifted her off Morrie's pine body. "Nick, cut it out," she complained, trying to retain her seat, pulling on Morrie's prick if it were a handle. "I'm gonna come, Nick, don't make me leave yet!"
Morrie grunted. His prick stood up from his pants and gleamed with the wetness of Sue's cunt juices. He rolled away from Nick. "He's gonna do it to her, Marla," Lonny said beside her, watching intently. There was sadness in his voice again. He lumbered through the sand a short distance and then sat down to watch his girl betray him again.
Marla couldn't help watching it herself-not now. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, and yet she understood. She felt guilty for having made her brother into a wild demon, full of desire and need, and yet she couldn't have done anything to prevent him from having seen her naked body. She understood that he was full of desire for her but that he was going to vent it on Sue, and a mixture of emotions swept through her and made her pussy throb in a way it should never do.
Nick was yanking the shift from Sue's body, lifting it free of her slim waist and baring her round, full tits. As soon as the girl knew she was going to get to keep fucking, she didn't resist him any more. She released Morrie's prick and put her hand to Nick's fly. She didn't care who was attached to the prick, just as long as there was a prick.
Her wide hips and soft boobs gleamed nakedly in the moonlight. She worked Nick's pants from his body quickly and handled the stiff cock jutting towards with eagerness. Then she put her hands to her crotch and spread her pussylips apart with her fingers and made it pulse at him. She fell back on the sand, knees up, hips revolving in the motions of fucking, offering her cunt to Nick wantonly. He snorted with terrible lust, and she giggled at him, loving every minute of being desired.
Marla held her breath. She saw her brother lift his head and look at her. She could see the dark orbs of his eyes and the smudge of color on his right cheek clearly in the bright moonlight. She couldn't miss seeing the erect shaft of his throbbing, white cock sprouting from his dark bush. She heard his bestial cry as he took his rod in his hand and fell on top of Sue's eager, open body and fucked into her cunt with it.
She squealed happily and pushed her pussy up at Nick, swallowing his cock readily into her wet hole. They fucked fast and hard, grunting and making animal noises. Marla watched her brother's naked butt hump up and down between the soft thighs and could see him digging into the soft, hot, slippery, ready tissues of the cunt beneath him. Marla tried to turn away from the sight of them fucking, and couldn't. She felt a sharp pain go rough her pussy and stab into her, and it was as her brother's cock had ripped into her virginal cunt. Sensation whipped through her, shaming her and thrilling her at the same time. Only a few feet in front of her, Lonny had taken s big prick out of his pants. He sat in the sand and jacked it up and down with his hand and made s rod long and thick and excited. Marla stared at is pulsing dick a moment, disgusted and tingly at the same time. She watched her brother fuck Sue and heard him puff loudly and then groan and grunt as his butt stiffened and throbbed, and she knew he was coming inside Sue, squirting her cunt, making her pussy throb all around his prick. She looked at Lonny's cock again and had to restrain herself for a wild moment to keep from going to him and sitting on his lap, parting her thighs wide and taking his cock up into her cunt t. to know the feel of it.
Marla tore her eyes from Lonny's hard-on and looked at Sue and her brother again. Sue's legs flew to the air, and she squealed happily, coming and, making lots of noise. Lonny jacked his prick harder and made whimpering sounds, feeling that he should be the one to make Sue come that hard. Morrie took his opportunity to get away, and he ran as fast as he could towards the hotel.
Marla felt overwhelmed by the sexuality around her and the sensations welling up inside her own body. She felt she couldn't hold herself back from it much longer. She had the wild urge to run away with Morrie, to flee the others and herself. But she stayed rooted to the spot, unable to break herself away from the tingles racing all through her body. She watched her brother pull his dick out of Sue's writhing cunt. He glanced up the beach at her, and she felt the heat inside him blaze from his eyes. There might have been a grin on Sue's face as she looked, too, a taunt flung to Marla to let her know what she was missing, to let her know that her brother was a wonderful fucker. A moan escaped Marla's lips.
Nick turned Sue's pliant body over. She lifted her rump back to him, looking lewd and eager. Her tits dangled down beneath her chest, and the brownish nipples scraped in the sand. Nick aimed his cock and sank it slowly between her buttcheeks. Marla watched the prick disappear, and she felt a dizzying thrill race through her as Sue's voice carried a rapturous moan up the beach.
Marla couldn't tell which hole in the soft body Nick was fucking. The perversity of the thought that his cock was in her asshole made Marla's mind spin, and she couldn't stop herself from grabbing her pussy through her skirt and squeezing it tightly.
Her cunt burst into flame. She watched the animal-rutting in front of her and could hear the slap of her brother's hips against Sue's fleshy buttcheeks. She heard the moans that escaped Sue's lips and the whimpering that came from Lonny as he lay back in the sand and pounded his meat into a spurting stream of whiteness that gleamed in the moonlight.
Marla's knees quivered and buckled. She fell onto them in the sand. Under the cover of what darkness there was, she lifted her skirt and shoved her hand into her panties and ran her fingers swiftly through the soupy mess of her cunt, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself. She remembered Stella and began to feel a race of compassion for the girl. She squeezed her eyes shut and whipped her hand over her pussy and around her pulsing, screaming clit and made herself come. She cried out softly, trying to hold back her embarrassment, her feeling of depravity. Her hips bucked and jerked with fucking movements just at the moment her brother growled again and shot other load into Sue's convulsing cunt. Marla felt incredibly vile. She tossed her head and moaned with the lust running rampant through her. The timing had been too perfect. It had been just as if Nick had been fucking her and had brought them off together. The feeling that they had been fucking each other from a distance tore a groan of despair from her lips.
"He's fuckin' her again, he's fuckin' her again!" Lonny whimpered.
Marla's eyes stared at the pair with embarrass-ment and fright, and she saw Lonny crawling towards her through the sand. His cock hung down and out from his crotch, and it was drooling a string of sperm.
Marla snatched her hand from her panties and tried to catch her breath while she backed away from him on her knees. "Lonny, stay away-don't get any ideas, Lonny, don't."
"I want to fuck, too, Marla. I saw you playing with yourself. It's dumb for me to sit there and you to sit here, both of us play in' with ourselves while they get to fuck and fuck. Let's fuck, too, Marla, come on."
"No-Lonny, no!" she choked, her pulse hammering at the thought.
She glanced towards Nick, ready to call to him for help. He was standing on his knees now, holding Sue's dark-haired head to his lap. The girl was sucking his dick avidly, running her hands up and down the shaft just in front of her soft lips. The sight made Marla glance at Lonny's dribbling prick and gasp with revulsion.
"Lonny, get away!" she cried again.
Surprisingly, he stopped his advance. He was still pouting. "Your brother's fuckin' my girl," he said. "That isn't fair. I should get to fuck you, shouldn't I? I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Marla, I really have. And you don't belong to him. He's your brother, and brothers and sisters shouldn't fuck each other." He turned his head and looked at the pair again. "Neither should cousins. What'd he do, go and forget that Sue's his cousin? Shit, look at them," he whined. "Just look at them."
Marla couldn't take any more. She didn't think Nick would save her from Lonny. She waited until Lonny was thoroughly absorbed with Nick and Sue and was playing with his cock again, and she got quietly to her feet and began running away from the beach.
"Hey, come back and suck my prick off, too!" Lonny whined after her.
She didn't turn around. She was terribly frightened that he'd run after her and catch her and stuff his giant cock into her cunt. She stumbled through some bushes when she went over into the vacant lot. Moving lights from the traffic along the highway whipped back and forth, oblivious to the torment and the surging orgasms just a few yards away. After a moment, she could see the parked car, and she headed towards it, out of breath, half in tears.
She opened the door and got inside. The courtesy light flared on and showed Uncle Brad slouched behind the wheel, dozing. He blinked awake and sat up quickly, looking at her. After a moment, he frowned.
"Where are the others?"
"They're still back there," Marla said. She slid into the front seat, staying close to the door.
"Did something go wrong? Didn't you get any money out of that guy?"
"We got the money," she said tightly, wiping her eyes in the darkness. There was a peculiar, disturbing warmth between her thighs, and she still felt tingly all over-unsettled, oddly unfulfilled. She could hear him breathing beside her. She wished she hadn't come to the car but had gone on in some other direction-any direction, just so long as it was away from all of them. She couldn't do this any more, not even for Nick. Especially not for Uncle Brad.
"What's the matter?" Uncle Brad asked. He put his arm around her shoulders and tried to hug her, but Marla stiffened. She didn't like Uncle Brad and never had. He wasn't her blood uncle but had married Aunt Verna, who had died right after Sue was born. He'd never remarried. For a time, he'd had lots of girl friends, until Sue had turned fourteen and had nearly finished filling out into a woman. Then he'd stopped seeing women. Marla had always wondered why, and now she thought she might know. She shivered under his slimy touch and hugged the door.
"Nothing's the matter, Uncle Brad," she said after a moment.
"You had to run away, huh? Another attack of conscience, or whatever you call it? Listen, Marla, we can't have that. I'm doing you and Nick a hell of a favor, taking you in and feeding you and giving you a roof and a way to make money. You ought to be glad you've got a member of the family left alive, somebody to go to. You're both living a hell of a lot better with me than you would be on your own-especially when they take one look at Nick and run the other direction. Think you could support the both of you being a maid or something? Hell, no. You'd end up having to fuck for real, instead of pretending you're going to. That'd be the only way you could make enough. Keep that in mind, Marla, and you'll see you're getting off easy sticking with me."
He put his arm around her again, but she couldn't shrug away this time. She shivered inside the circle of his arm and nearly gagged when his hand touched her upper thigh.
"Don't, Uncle Brad," she cried quietly.
"You've got to get over this, Marla," he breathed gently, sliding up to her until his hip pressed against hers. "You've got to let your Uncle Brad help you get over this. You're going to start scaring them away with your attitude. I went to a lot of work with this guy tonight-following him, checking where he came from, what kind of resources he has. You must think all I do is spot a likely one and point my finger and tell you or Sue to go get him, but it's not like that at all. It takes work. Four hundred might not seem like much to you, but believe me, it's hard to find a guy who's carrying any cash these days. It's all credit cards with the rich ones."
He was acting as if the world were doing him an injustice. "Then why don't you go back to using Sue," Marla said tightly. "Just Sue. She picks the ones who can't get credit cards, doesn't she?"
"Small stuff," Uncle Brad snorted. "Not worth bothering with. Fifty here, twenty-seven on the next one. Listen, I'm going to tell you something private, strictly confidential." He hunched closer to her and lifted his hand higher up her thigh. "Sue's my daughter and all, but she just hasn't got it for the big time. It'll always be the small stuff she attracts. It's not like that with you, Marla. You've got a kind of class they go for. The richest guy down here wouldn't be hesitant about being seen anywhere with you. Can you imagine somebody taking Sue into the King's Cove?" he asked, raising his voice to the proper pitch of believability. "She looks like a tramp! A guy wouldn't be seen dead there with her. But you . . . God, Marla, you'd fit in beautifully, don't you see that?"
His hand inched towards her cunt. Marla sucked her breath, not just for where his hand was but or the way her body was tingling again, as if it didn't realize the perversity of what was happening to it.
She felt horrible inside. She imagined the King's Cove, herself being escorted through it for an evening of plush dining and dancing and whatever else they did there. The picture was dizzying. But there would be the other part of it, the luring, the betraying, maybe even having to fuck the man who had taken her, because there wouldn't be enough bushes for Nick and Lonny to hide behind or a way for them to even get within the stone walls surrounding the grounds or past the guards if they did. She thought of that part of it and shivered strongly again, knowing that whatever she accomplished would be mostly for Uncle Brad.
She turned her head and looked at him slowly. She understood something else, then, something that made her stomach turn. He needed her for his big plans. To be sure she would be able to carry them out, he was going to see that she was fucked, was taught how to fuck, was taught to learn to love fucking-just the way he'd taught his own daughter to love it.
"Oh, God," she whispered almost silently.
She had to get away. She had to break out of his slimy grasp and take Nick and go far, far away-starve in the process if they had to, just as long as they went. K*.
Her mind and emotions churned. Why had Nick done this to her? Why had he insisted they had to live with Uncle Brad? It was true that he and Sue were the only relatives they had left alive. And it was true that she couldn't earn enough money to keep herself and Nick going. But there had to be another way. Perhaps one of the men she would get to take her to the King's Cove . . .
"If the King's Cove would do all that much for us, Uncle Brad," she choked, "then why not do it tomorrow night? Why are you making me do this with men like Morrie?"
He kissed the side of her neck. His lips were disgustingly warm and tingly against her skin. "Because you're not ready for that, my pretty niece," he said. "You have to learn more. You're still too green. One moment of hesitation on your part, and the mark might get suspicious. That, or he'd figure you for the kid you are and dump you out in the yard. You've got the looks, honey-the tits and the hips and all the rest of the sweet, sexy build-but you lack that certain glint in the eye. And that certain smile that shows a man you know that lips are good for something besides smiling with. That's what you've got to learn before we can do the King's Cove. That's what we're going to start learning right now."
His hand slid all the way to the top of her thigh and nestled in her groin. Marla gasped and felt her uncle's lips slide warmly over her neck again. His fingers inched under her skirt and searched the outside of her panties, then pressed in against the softness of her fleshy cunt mound.
Marla moaned low in her throat with a mixture of revulsion and excitement, damning her body for responding to his touch, feeling that she needed every ounce of resistance she could muster just now, not betrayal again.
"No . . . Uncle Brad, stop it," she choked trying to pull away. "You shouldn't be doing this to me like those other men, you're my uncle!"
But she was already against the door. Her arm was blocked by the armrest so that she couldn't reach the handle, and he pressed her in more tightly, his palm now smoothing fully over her cunt mound, his fingers searching down between the soft, damp inner surfaces of her silken thighs towards her crotch, towards her pussy.
"God, honey, you've got it all in the right places," he whispered huskily to her. "Once you learn to love fucking-you and me, we could go anywhere, suck in anybody, be rich. Doesn't that sound like something to make you give up this silly, girlish attitude for? Doesn't it?"
"No!" she cried, the sound coming out as a wail of anguish. The thought of it-herself and him . . . "Oh, God, no!"
"Come on, honey, spread your legs just a little. Let me show you how good it feels when I tickle your pussy. I'm good at tickling a little girl's pussy."
"That's what you did to Sue, wasn't it!" Marla charged, trying hard to have anger and revulsion replace the growing excitement inside her. "You tickled her little pussy when she was just a girl and taught her to be a slut. Your own daughter!"
He chuckled softly against her ear, saying nothing, making her know that he'd done it just that way. "Mmm, ever had your pussy tickled before? Have any of those guys gotten into your panties yet and given you a thrill?"
"Uncle Brad, stop it!" she cried again, trying to scissor her thighs closed. She couldn't answer. Not to him.
"What the hell are you fighting so hard about, you got something against me? That's not going to work out for us very well, Marla, if-oh, I get it. That girls' school. Did you and the other cunts up there mess around with each other?"
"No, no!" she cried quickly.
"Come on, you don't have to lie to your uncle. I'm on your side. You don't seem to realize that there are more rich women walking around than there are rich men. We don't have to go for men., if that's what your hangup is. We can go for women. Some of the old ones would cluster around your honeyed cunt hole like bees to a fresh flower, and they'd pay and pay. Shit, I didn't even think of it that way until just now. Do you like girls instead, is that it? Did they teach you that up ere?"
"No!" she groaned, overwhelmed with the feeling of baseness at the very suggestion. "God, stop fingering me like that, Uncle Brad, please stop."
Her mind swam with all the perverted, evil plans running through his head. Was there nothing he wouldn't think of to use her for so that he could lie back and collect money without working?
"How about it, Marla-you and me. Sound good? Sound like money?"
She shook her head quickly, trying to clear it. Her thinking was becoming fogged with the undeniable thrills he was making race through her with his fingertip. He had it centered over her clit and was slowly rolling the little nub, better than Morrie had done, causing even more sensation to throb through her.
She fought against it. She didn't want to come in front of him, for him. Then her protestations against his plans would have no meaning. She tried to turn her mind off, to make her body become something insensitive and dead.
"Yes," she choked finally, making her voice reasonable and as calm as she could. "It sounds like money, Uncle Brad. But what about Sue, what about Nick? I can't leave Nick. I feel responsible to him, to take care of him."
His finger didn't stop its terrible rolling. It even slid up and down her cunt, making her panties sink into the silky, wet folds of her gash. She sucked in her breath and wished he would stop caressing her box.
"The hell with them," he said, moving his lips sensitively against the side of her neck, making them nibble on her ear lobe. "They know what to do now. They can start their own business. You don't have to worry about Nick-Sue will take good care of him for you. Besides," he chuckled. "If you're so willing to take care of your brother, then why are you fighting me? You can't get much more incestuous than fucking your own brother. I'm not even a blood relative, remember? There's no shame with us-not when we both want it."
While she was trying to reason clumsily against him, he caught her off guard, pulling the waistband away from her soft, lower belly and shoving his hand fully inside her panties. His fingers blazed a fiery trail across her inflamed flesh and filled her swollen slit. He manipulated her soaked cunt folds and removed any further pretense of being unexcited. He gasped softly at the degree of her wetness and made shame flush through her.
"See, you like it," he said. "I knew you'd like it. I've got a way with fingering cunts they can't resist. But I've got something better than a finger. Here, honey, take a look at this, and you won't be able to resist my offer any longer."
Marla didn't have to look. She knew what he was going to show her. She felt him fumbling around in his lap and heard the soft purr of his zipper. The heated warmth of his rigid prick brushed against her wrist and ripped a cry of alarm from her throat.
"No, Uncle Brad! Don't do anything like that, don't. The others will be back any minute. What will your daughter think? What about my brother? You don't know how violent he can get now. Uncle Brad-no!"
Marla's heart thudded wildly in her chest. He didn't seem to care about any of that. His hand was working around to the side of her hip, cupping her buttcheek, pushing her panties off the smooth roundness of it.
He puffed against her ear with the effort he was exerting in raising her from the front seat. She tried to fight against him, but he was too heavy, too strong, too determined to have his way with her. The next thing she knew, her panties were a band across her knees, preventing her from kicking or being able to twist around effectively.
She felt the warm, humid air blow across her naked stomach and ruffle her golden pubes. Then his hand was over the curls, crushing them as he squeezed her cunt flesh. His fingers pried her pussylips apart and freed the aroma of her cunt. It hung in the car, fragrant and heavy, somehow thrilling all by itself.
She tried to call out, to cry for Nick, but the moment his fingers plied at the mouth of her virginal pussy, the sound stuck in her throat and became a hoarse croak.
Brad seemed to freeze for a moment. "My God," he whispered finally. "So that's your problem. Oh, honey, we can solve that one right now, right this minute. You just lie back here and let your Uncle Brad take care of that little problem in there, and then everything will be more wonderful than you ever imagined."
"No-no!" she cried, resisting his efforts to put her on her back.
"Don't worry about it, honey, I know what to do. You ask Sue if I don't. She didn't even flinch when I popped through her cherry. She just hollered with pure joy and nearly fucked my prick off, she was so hungry for it. So will you, Marla. God, I always said those damn schools weren't right. A girl shouldn't be seventeen and still be carrying her cherry around inside her."
He pulled at her. She gritted her teeth and remained upright. He grunted with effort and then quickly put his hand at the side of her naked hip and made her body roll on top of his. She cried out with surprise and felt his hot cock stab against her cunt mound and her tits flatten on his chest. His arms were around the small of her back, and his hands were holding tightly to her buns. It was an awkward position. He had slouched in the front seat, and her body was sliding down his. He began clawing at her panties, trying to get them past her knees so that he could spread her legs and her pussy and stab his upright prick into her virgin cunt.
"No, no!" she whimpered, feeling him succeed-ing.
"Hold still, Marla. Come up a little and spread your legs, and then you can slide down right on top of my cock. Oh, shit-what a body, what tits, a tight little ass. Here, stay on top of me, and we can go down ..."
His breathing was harsh and hot against her face.
She felt him twisting so that he could lie on the seat on his back and still keep her on top of him.
In all her struggling, she had pulled one leg free of her panties, and he was using that advantage to separate her thighs and spread her pussy open for his stiff prick.
He had pulled her up along his body so that her cunt was giving his belt buckle a wet kiss. She could feel the tip of his prick just below her slit. She tried to lift her ass backwards so that her pussy would rise clear of his cock, but his hands held her tightly to him.
She whimpered again and prayed with all her might that Nick would come and save her for the second time tonight. Where was he? Why wasn't he there when she needed him any more? Was he still on the beach, still fucking Sue?
One shudder after the other swept through her with the thought, for she knew that all the lust inside Nick had been for her. It all seemed so strange, so unreal. First there had been the strange men who had tried to fuck her. Then a friend, Lonny. Now, her uncle.' Would her brother be next? It seemed horrible and dirty, and yet it was all happening. In a moment, it would be over. Uncle Brad's cockhead was pressing against the bottom of her crotch. He was pushing her slowly down his body despite the terrible restraint she was putting against it, gluing her belly to his, flattening her tits shamelessly against him, hugging him with her arms as tightly as she had ever hugged anyone, just to keep her body from slipping down any lower.
The struggle in the car grew silent and deadly. She felt his velvety knob throbbing and swelling against her crotch, as if it were seeking its own way into her warm, slippery pussy. She felt it come into her pulsating cunt mouth and stretch the muscles there.
She cried out harshly and gave a final twitch of her hips and ass that broke her uncle's grasp on her buttcheeks. Free of his clutches and still angled on his sloping body and confined between the door and the steering wheel, Marla pushed away from him towards the only place she could-to the floor, crumpling her legs beneath her, making her naked butt scratch over sand-covered loops of coarse, nylon pile.
"Hey, damn it," Uncle Brad growled at her, his cock throbbing wildly from the delicate, wet touch it had received. "Get back up here, Marla, we nearly had it in."
"No!" she shouted, tucking her elbows against her side when he tried to grab her arms. She couldn't go any farther backward because of the dash. She felt his knees squeeze around her ribs.
His hands held her head and forced it up from his thigh.
"All right, you stupid little bitch, then we'll teach you something else first, before the fucking. Open your mouth," he grated, jerking her head into the alignment he wanted. "Open your mouth and suck my cock instead."
Marla stared at the rising shaft in front of her. She saw the bottom ridges and veins, the spearlike quality of the pulsating head, the way the knob seemed as if it would be soft to the touch. She gasped audibly and felt her mind spin, not at all certain that she had saved herself from a horrible fate. Perhaps she had put herself into a worse position.
"Oh, no ... " she croaked.
He brought her head forward. Her smeared along the rigid length of his cock. She could smell the familiar aroma of her pussy on the tip of his prick right beside her nose. Then there was another odor, a strange one, the aroma of his male cock.
She sniffed. She couldn't stop herself. She felt like a dog, crouched nearly on all fours, sniffing up under the tail of the dog in front of her. The imagery coursed through her and made her shudder, and she knew that this whole episode was going from bad to worse, from something that had partial normalcy to something dirty and perverted.
She sobbed harshly, stiffening her neck when he tried to maneuver her head around. It was a constant battle, and yet her mind kept thinking and thinking. She saw no way out. She wished wildly that she had let his cock run up into her cunt and explode there, ripping out her cherry, stretching her delicate tissues, violating her purity. The rape of her pussy might have been bad, but not as bad as the rape of her mouth.
"Nooo," she moaned, the sound coming out through bubbles of saliva.
She clenched her teeth. He squeezed his knees against her ribs and made them part again with another moan. He guided her head more easily because her neck was weakening. His cock bumped under her chin, grazed over her soft lips, pushed into one nostril to give her the full strength of its heady aroma.
There was some kind of juice on it, leaking from the big slit at the end. It was slippery and dizzying to her senses. It smeared over her lips and seemed to find its own way into her mouth. She flicked out her tongue reflexively and licked the oil off, and flavor burst through her being. "Ohhh, God!" she moaned softly. "That's it, Marla, lick it again. Come on, take another taste. That's prick you're licking-real cock. It's loaded and primed with sweet cream. Open up, baby, and suck on it like a big straw and Uncle Brad's milk. You do that, and I won't try to fuck you again-not for a while. It'll buy your precious cherry some more time, Marla. Suck it. Come on, suck my dick."
She stared at his cock and quivering lower belly, the meaty prick soared skyward from his lap like a stump. The oil was drooling down the length of the shaft now, gleaming in the stray light.
She moaned mindless sounds. There was no more Uncle Brad in front of her, no more thoughts of revulsion toward him or thoughts of incest or perversion. All those had become secondary to the object of her real fears-the dread inside her when confronted with a prick.
She shuddered again and again. She was too conscious of the constant surge of excitement through her body. She knew that her pussylips were quivering wildly, that she was leaking out her hole, perhaps drooling onto the floor. She could feel the sand beneath her knees and the way the sharp grains dug into her flesh, sensitizing her all over. She stared at the throbbing, monstrous prick again and was afraid of herself.
"Open your mouth again, honey," Uncle Brad whispered to her with a coaxing tone. "Purse your soft lips, get your tongue ready. That's it-ahhh, that's it. Suck-suck!"
He drew her face closer. He aimed his prick until it was pointed at her mouth. She felt something inside her grow tight and then snap, and there was practically no resistance left any more.
It all began to seem a big game, something that didn't really matter any more. It felt as if her whole value system were sliding around in her mind until death, or the threat of death, was the only thing that really mattered. Uncle Brad's prick was not deadly. She could survive it. It would mean nothing to her after a little while. Perhaps she would even come to love it-his prick, all pricks, all sex.
He hunched his pelvis up beneath her face. His cock went between her lips. Her mind spun with the dizzying taste, with the incredible thoughts inside her. A new surge of resistance whipped through her, but it had come too late. The thick, soft-hard shaft of his cock was running into her mouth. The velvety knob was slick against her oil-coated tongue. She felt all the bumps and ridges and veins ripple across the sensitive surfaces of her soft lips.
There was a soft push at the back of her throat. A sound came up from the lungs. Uncle Brad whooshed his breath in and drew his dick back a little. He made her head bob up and down over his cock. She felt her tongue groove and press up against the bottom of his shaft. She felt it begin working over his meat as if it couldn't restrain itself.
She began swallowing, even though there was nothing to swallow. Instinctively, she knew there soon would be. His cream, his bucking flow of sperm. What would it taste like? The question seemed important, as if she had to know the answer right away. It seemed as if revulsion had transformed itself into blazing desire, and it was at that moment Marla fully realized what she was doing. She was sucking her uncle's prick! Like a whore! Like a common slut far worse than Sue!
Marla groaned inwardly and tried to shake her mouth free of the meat filling it. But she couldn't, because of his tight grip on her head. She felt her long hair waving silkily about her face and knew it was covering his thighs, brushing against his balls, straining his desire even to the exploding point. She could hear him gasping and puffing, and she knew it would come soon, very soon. The meat in her mouth was pulsing and throbbing and leaking a stream that trickled down her youthful throat.
Where was Nick? God, where was Nick! Why didn't he come? How could he do this to her, insisting that they take up with such terrible people? How could he stay down there on the beach and keep fucking and fucking that slut? If she only hadn't said no to him, then she would be with Nick right now and not her uncle ....
The thought blazed through her and made more shame come. How could she think of fucking her own brother? How could she be sucking her own uncle right now? God, why did her parents have to die and force this horrible change on her life?
"Jesus!" Uncle Brad blurted. It was a strangled sound. He gripped her head more tightly and nearly crushed her ribs with the power of his knees. He panted harshly. Marla could feel his cock swell and buck in the back of her throat.
She whimpered loudly and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to prepare herself in the only way she could. His prick shook in her mouth, filling her with little sensations.
The way his prick pulsed along its length, the way the velvety knob slid under the lubrication of his seepage against the tissues of her throat, the aroma wafting up from his full balls-all of it came into sharp clarity in her mind as if the impressions would be seared into her memory forever.
Then it came. The first jet spurted hotly into her throat. New flavors burst through her senses and made her reel. The inside of her mouth became incredibly slippery, and, where there had been a certain friction between tongue and prick, there was now only slickness-pulsating, warm, vile, wondrous all at once.
Uncle Brad yelled. She heard and yet didn't hear, for her own responses were nearly blotting out his. She was aware of them and yet couldn't believe they were real. They were something she as dreaming.
Her stomach should not have been quivering. Her pussy shouldn't have been pounding around emptiness, the lips drawn back and shimmering with a charge of fluids as her clit throbbed into emptiness and begged for a touch, any touch, against it. She couldn't have been feeling the rushing spasms overtaking her that told her she was coming with him in spite of her resolve not to.
Yet, it was all happening. His cock bucked and spat into her throat and mouth again and again, and she could feel her tongue milking it, drawing out more of his degrading sperm, her throat working hard as it swallowed and drank from his evil prick. It was as if his jizz were running through her immediately, turning her to a mindless, blazing glob of orgasming flesh as it went through and then exited from her drooling, spasming pussy.
She knew she had been wrong. This was next to death. She wished she would quiver into motionlessness and never recover to know the shame and baseness of this moment. She wept openly as she continued to suck his prick and became aware of the incongruousness of the two acts.
With a violent toss of her head, she wrenched her mouth free of his spurting prick and felt it spit a hot flood of fuck juice across her lips, against her chin and nose. He growled wildly and tried to force her mouth back down over his cock as his hips strained upward. And then it stopped. His hips sank back to the car seat. His cock wilted slightly before her eyes, still bubbling and drooling.
She lifted her head and felt the strings of sperm dangling from her lips and chin. They were marks of her debasement. She restrained herself from wiping them away and cleaning off her face so that she would appear spotless and pure again. It would be a lie. She was vile, now, ugly and base, a loathsome object.
She raised up and strung the dangling sperm across his arm. Tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't seem to care just now what she did. He puffed and slumped back against the seat. She could have run out of the car, and Uncle Brad wouldn't have cared.
She raised herself to the height of the window and saw the three figures coming towards her from the ocean. She wept again. He was coming at last, but he was too late. The strings of jizz began to dry on her chin, and she looked towards her brother and wept and didn't wipe them away.