Chapter 3
"You rotten son of a bitch!" Nick roared.
He stood outside with the car door open. The courtesy lights glared harshly on the scene. His eyes ran over his sister's dripping face and naked ass and the way her dress was still around her waist.
Uncle Brad blinked sleepily. There was a slow smile on his face, one of contentment. His prick sagged limply to the side, staining his pants. He moved with torpor, coming slowly erect and scooting behind the wheel again.
"Cool it, Nick," he said, his voice husky. "Come on, get in and let's get out of here." Sue and Lonny had already gotten into the back.
"I'm gonna kill you for this, you bastard," Nick said tightly.
Uncle Brad looked at him, and the two locked gazes. "What's the beef, nephew? How are you so different from me, huh? What have you been doing with my daughter that's so much purer than what I did to your sister, huh?"
Nick didn't move or speak. "Nick!" Marla cried. "Say something!"
He glanced away. Sue giggled from the back seat, rubbing her pussy with her hand. She let out a moan of happiness for the sound fucking he'd given her.
"Yeah, say something, honey," she giggled again. "Tell Daddy what a bad boy he is and what a good boy you are. You fucked me all over, Nickey, not just in my mouth. Did you bust her cherry, Daddy? Did you stick it up that cute, little ass of hers?"
Uncle Brad looked back at his daughter and grinned. "No," he said. "Did Nick do all that to you?"
"He wouldn't stop, Daddy. He just went on and on, and I couldn't get him to stop fucking for anything."
Uncle Brad looked at Nick. "Well, now," he said. "You hear that, Nick? My daughter says you fucked her half to death. Seems like it should be me that's mad, not you."
"She wanted it," Nick said.
"Shit, now you're calling my daughter a slut. I'd say you were getting in deeper and deeper, boy. You'd better get into this car before I get sore enough to leave you here and let you fend for yourself from now on. You could try it, Nick, but I don't know how you'd get along with that fucky face of yours. You'd better just cool down, and maybe I'd consider us even, if Sue thinks I should."
Sue giggled again. "You're not even yet, Daddy," she snickered. "Not until you pick her cherry and make her want cock all the time. Not until you make her know she's not all that much better'n me. Then I'll say you're even."
Uncle Brad looked at Nick. Marla felt a groan bubble up in her throat when Nick's gaze lowered and he moved in around the door.
"Slide over," he said quietly.
"Nick, no!" Marla cried. "Look at me! Look at what he did to me!" The strings of thickening sperm dangled from her chin as she spoke, and she could feel it crusting on her cheeks and nose. "Shut up, Marla." "Nick!"
"Goddamn it, shut up!" he shouted. "And wipe that shit off your face. No sister of mine goes around with sperm dripping from her face!"
He didn't look at her. She felt crushed. He bumped her hip and made her move over towards Uncle Brad. The man let out a soft chuckle and started the engine, grinning smugly. She lifted her skirt and wiped the jism away, knowing that her brother was looking at her gold-furred pussy, and not caring. Besides, the shame was on her face, not between her legs. But no one was looking at it, not even her brother.
Uncle Brad reached back and snapped his fingers. Lonny handed him the loot they'd taken from Morrie. Uncle Brad counted it and held the rings and watch up to the light to assess their value.
"Not bad," he said, turning to Marla. "Think about my offer, honey. Another taste or two, and it won't seem like anything at all." "What offer?" Nick flared suddenly. Marla looked at him. It was her chance to cause trouble. But she felt too leaden inside to even make the effort. Besides, Uncle Brad would only deny that he wanted to leave the rest of them out. "Nothing," she said finally, drawing a deep sigh. Uncle Brad drove onto the street and headed back south towards the bright glow from Miami Beach. "You know what your trouble is, Nick?" he said. "You're jealous right now. Jealous as hell. You want your sister to fuck that cherry cunt down around your own prick so bad you can taste it, but you're too hung up to make her do it."
"Fuck yourself, you bastard," he spat.
Uncle Brad chuckled. Marla felt her brother twitch beside her, and she knew it was the truth. She'd known it on the beach, and he wouldn't look at her now. Something inside her sank even lower than it was already, and she cried out to know how all this could be happening to her all at once, all so suddenly. She was no longer anything more than an object in the world-not a person, but an object. A gold mine for Uncle Brad; forbidden desire for her brother; a thing of ridicule to Sue, needing to be taught the joys of wallowing in depravity; and a means of vengeance for Lonny. They were all after her-all wanting to break her down and fuck her virginal cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut and wept silently in the dark car and wished that she could cease to be.
Marla was in the room Uncle Brad had curtained off for her bedroom. Nick was in the living room of the small house, making up the couch for bed. Lonny was in the kitchen getting drunk again. For someone with such a big body, he passed out fast. She had heard Uncle Brad in his room, making his usual phone call about the jewelry. Sue sang off key from the shower even after she'd shut the water off. Marla was standing woodenly in the middle of the small enclosure, holding the sperm-stained wad of her dress in her hand as if she didn't know what to do with it or with herself. She wore fresh panties, but had not yet put on her nightie, and her naked tits rose up and down softly with her shallow breathing.
"Marla ..." she heard. She turned her head. Nick stood in her doorway with his shirt off and hesitated. His eyes flickered over her tits and her pantied ass and the soft swell of her hips.
Oddly, she didn't try to hide her body from him. That sort of thing didn't seem to matter to her any more. "What," she said dully.
He came in and closed the door behind him, unable to keep his eyes from her nakedness. He went up to her and lifted his hands as if to hold her and then dropped them.
"I'll kill him," he said finally. "No. It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. The rotten son of a bitch." His face curled into an ugly snarl.
"He was right, wasn't he, Nick? About you?"
"Of course not!" Nick flared. "What's the matter with you? I came in here to tell you I was sorry it happened, and now you're standing there siding with him. Go on and fuck the bastard, if that's the way you feel. Why should I give a damn. I hardly know you any more, after all that time you spent away from home."
She looked at him, ranting and fuming, trying to pretend. She felt the backs of her eyes sting. "I hardly know you any more, either, Nick. You've changed so much-become so angry and violent..."
He glanced up at her. "You'd be happy with a face like this?" he grated.
"It doesn't mean that much, Nick. Not to me. I see beneath the face. I see you for the sweet, warm brother you are-you were. I remember too much, the good times. Oh, Nick, everything is changing so fast for me. Why can't you stay the same? You're all I have left, Nick, don't destroy that, too."
His expression changed. The hard look of defiance and bitterness went out of his eyes and made them soft, even through the angry scars around them.
"Oh, hell, Marla ..." he whispered quietly. He went to her and held her to him tightly, and she heard a small sound in his throat.
Emotions swelled inside her as she snuggled into the circle of his arms and pressed her nearly naked body against his. She felt her tits flatten and her nipples rub against the bare skin of his chest. She felt the pussyhairs inside her panties become crushed and flattened over her soft cuntlips as her middle snuggled against his.
Then his hands were over her nylon-slick buttcheeks, and her nipples were stiffening into rubbery spikes that threatened to punch through his chest, and the caress was no longer that of a tormented brother and dejected sister seeking comfort in each other but something deeper, something frightening.
"Nick ..." she whispered. "Oh, Nick . . . this isn't right, it can't be true."
"It's as right as any of the rest of it, Marla," he breathed huskily. His palms made circles over her round buns. His fingers squeezed into the resilient flesh of her cheeks and sent naughty waves of sensation rippling through her.
It was a caress. Nothing more than a caress. Marla thought that and didn't try to pull away from him. She let out a soft moan and hugged her brother more tightly, feeling certain that he wouldn't want it to go any farther than this either-not really.
"We've got to get away from them, Nick-just the two of us. I can get a job, I know I can," she said. She felt a swelling thump between her thighs, a bulge pressing in against her pantied gash, yet she still didn't move. She pushed back instead, feeling guilty for doing it, because it was a ploy, a promise f something he couldn't have. She quelled the "t, because it seemed all right to rub her pussy against his growing prick if that was what it took to get to get him to agree to leave. "Marla!" he gasped.
His cock fairly throbbed against her soft cunt mound. She couldn't stop the waves of illicit sensation that rippled through her body. She put her chin into the hollow of his shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut against the guilt and shame mounting inside her and enduring the throbbing closeness of her brother's prick. He was so warped lately that it would take drastic measures for her to convince him. He would understand later, when she told him they couldn't do it, when his thinking ad been straightened around again.
Yet, there was a disturbing joy in the feelings running through her, a sense of lightness. She shook her head quickly to dispel such a wicked thought and urged him again.
"Nick, just the two of us-we can do it alone."
"No, it won't work, Marla!" he cried, rubbing his hands over her ass, his fingers plucking at the band at the top of her panties. "We need him because I can't get a job, and I won't have you supporting me."
"Nick, that's crazy. Somebody will hire you. The world isn't that cruel, Nick."
He emitted a strangled sound and shoved his hands into her panties, grabbing her naked buns and squeezing the firm flesh hard.
"It's cruel, all right," he choked. "What would you know about it, since you haven't been in it for three years, up in that fantasy place, that school. They threw me out of the hospital when they found out there wasn't going to be any money to pay the bill. Marla, this might not be the best, but being with Uncle Brad is better than welfare workers hanging around our necks. We can learn to put up with it. Our time will come, honey, you'll see. Fifty bucks apiece for tonight-we can save it up. Oh, God, Marla, I need you," he panted, spreading her buttcheeks, running his hands over her ass shamelessly, making no more pretense of trying to hide his hard prick. "I need you, but we need money, too."
"We get fifty each?" she gasped, stifling the moan of desire inside her. It was getting out of hand now. She knew it was, but she couldn't pull away from him-not just yet. For some reason she felt safe with Nick. She felt that her desire could rise high but that he would not take advantage of his sister. She felt a paradoxical mixture of innocence and shame, and it was dizzying. "Fifty dollars?" she repeated weakly.
"The bastard should keep the fifty and split the rest of it among us. He'll get another three or four for the jewelry. We do all the work, take all the risks. You should get half for what you had to put up with."
"Nick, stop talking about it," she said weakly, trying to turn away from him now. Her swollen nipples damned her for being aroused. She could feel her thighs rub together under the slide of lubrication from inside her pussy. She felt his hands tighten on her ass again and the way the shaft of his straining prick fitted itself into the groove between her cuntlips. The awareness came to her then that they were separated from actually fucking each other by only the sheer nylon over her cunt.
She gasped and looked down and saw his naked prick rising stiffly from the gap in his pants. The pink knob throbbed and pulsated up at her, and she knew that she wasn't safe any more, not even with her own brother.
"Nick!" she cried. "God, Nick-no! I'm your sister! Ohhh, let go of me, Nick, take your hands out of my panties! Put it away, put it away!"
"No-Marla, wait a minute, honey! I need you, Marla-you need me. God, I won't-I'm not trying to fuck you, I swear it! I wouldn't do that to my own sister. I just need to feel you against me, to know that there's a girl somewhere who cares about me. God, you don't know what it's been like these past two months. Nobody looks at me. The girls turn away in disgust. Damn it, I'm human! Just let me feel your body against me, honey, that's all-I swear, that's all!"
"Oh, God!" she gasped. He pulled on her ass and slammed their middles together. The head of his cock was warm and pulsing against her lower belly. The rigid shaft had spread her soaked, bloated pussy lips inside her panties. The bottom of it rasped over the straining nub of her clit, and she was overwhelmed by desire and illicitness at the same time. She felt weak and limp in his arms. She didn't know if she would be able to resist him or not. All he would have to do was shift his hands and rip off her panties and lift her body slightly until her cunt was centered over his spearing prick.
"Nick, you can't!" she wailed raggedly. "Don't do it to me, Nick, don't do it, don't do it!"
Her arms were around his neck. Tears steamed from her eyes. She felt herself become one blob of helpless, quivering jelly, and she knew it was going to happen to her. The way his prick was rolling against her clit, she wouldn't be able to stop it. She took shallow breaths against the side of his neck and let it come, praying that he wouldn't fuck her.
Her body trembled. A cry rose in her throat, and she used all her will to choke it back. She hugged his neck tightly and felt her tits balloon against his chest. Her hips and ass shook in his hands and grew taut and solid as rocks. Her thighs quivered against his, and she could feel her pussy pounding and pulsing in ecstasy. Her cuntlips ran with juices and filled her panties, and they seemed to flutter and suck at the shaft just out of their reach.
"Marla ..." Nick said, his hands still working over her ass. "Honey, I don't..."
Her mind went dizzy. His words became unclear. She held herself against him as rigidly as possible and did all she could to hide the waves of orgasm coursing through her body, hoping he wouldn't notice, not knowing how he could miss what she was doing, how hard she was coming.
"Nick!" she gasped finally, her breath coming from her lungs in a small explosion. "Nick, don't do it to me!" She sagged limply in his arms and wondered what it mattered any more.
"Honey, it'd just be for a little while," he said. "Fifty bucks a time-maybe more, if I can bully him into it somehow. We'll save it up and then make our break. It's not the same as being a whore. God, I couldn't do that to you, Marla."
She opened her eyes and lifted her head back and looked at him. His brow was wrinkled with concentration. She felt the last shudders of orgasm ripple through her and knew that he hadn't noticed, that they'd been talking on different levels.
"Honey, I know it's tough, but you can do it. You can keep on doing what you did tonight. Think of the money. Think of our chance to get away when we have enough. You're right about one thing, Marla-we need each other. I need you more than you realize. Do it for me, Marla."
Incredible shame washed through her. Not only had she sneakily come against her brother's cock, but he was now asking her to repeat the degradation she'd suffered tonight at the hands of other men-again and again. She felt as if she'd been suddenly infected with the same poison that had sickened him, and it frightened her.
"No, Nick-I can't do that. Not any more, I can't!"
"Honey, don't turn away from me now. You're the only girl in the world who even looks at me, who lets me hold her." He captured her shoulders and made her face him again. His hands had worked her panties off one asscheek. His prick throbbed between them when he hugged her again. She kept her head turned to the side, afraid to let it build between them again.
"Nick, you're only torturing yourself," she whispered urgently. "You can't fuck me, Nick, I won't let you. I can't do anything for you. God, stop it, Nick!" she cried. "It's no good! Besides, there is another girl who'll look at you. She even fucks you, which is something I won't do. You spent all night fucking her when you should have been saving me from Uncle Brad's filthy, vile, spurting, creaming . . . Oh, my God! Morrie was right! You want to see me being degraded by those men. You want me to be raped and made into a whore so that you can live it vicariously and have something else to hate and to be bitter over. Nick, my God, what's happened to you?"
"That's not it at all, you've got to believe me!" he cried. "It's just the money. That's why I'm ready to kill that bastard uncle for what he did to you."
They struggled. Marla wanted to believe him but couldn't. She wanted to get away from him and catch her breath. She felt hypocritical and evil. She had used him to satisfy her own desires and was now turning him away so that he couldn't satisfy his, inside her body. She wanted to care for him and get him away from the poisonous influence of their uncle, yet she wasn't willing to sacrifice herself just a little to make it possible.
She knew he was right about the money. They could save it fast. But there was a nagging fear inside her she didn't like looking at. Why had he stopped Morrie so late? Why did he want her to stay under the same roof with Uncle Brad, having heard his threat to fuck her cherry open and to make her love sex as much as Sue?
Marla's tits slapped against his arm as she fought with him. His hands were all over her body, palming her naked ass, making her panties become a slash across the middle of her wet pussy. His arms went around her again, but with a different strength, and she couldn't tell any difference between what he was doing to her and what Morrie and Uncle Brad had done to her. She was still having to fight him off. She felt the nose of his prick plow through her pubes and stretch her pussylips apart before it popped up and slapped into her belly, and she groaned with fear that he would fuck her.
"Well, well, well," Sue's mocking voice came from the doorway. "Daddy's success with her got to you, huh, Nickey? Honey, I'm insulted. I thought I'd worn out your penie for the night, but there it is, sticking up as big and hard as ever. Go on, don't let me stop you. Stick her one. I can't wait to see how much she enjoys getting fucked."
Nick stopped struggling with Marla. They both looked at Sue, who was slouching in the doorway. She wore a yellow nightgown that came just below the line of her pussy. Her round tits were clearly visible, and the darker orbs of her nipples capped the ends and pushed out against the thin fabric. Her dark pubes showed through the yellow thinness in a clear triangle of ready lust.
"Get out of here," Nick growled at her.
"Oh, don't mind me, sweetie. That dong's big and stiff, and it'd be a shame to have all that hard meat go to waste. She'll like it, don't worry. We both take after Grandma, only Marla won't admit it yet. One fuck, and she'll be climbing over every prick she sees, just like me. Come on, Marla, take the panties the rest of the way off and let him fuck it up in there. I want to see you go ape."
"You slut!" Marla hissed, unable to think of anything else to say to her.
Sue merely giggled. "Anything you call me, you're calling yourself, honey. That makes us both sluts. The difference is that I know what Grandma gave me-a pussy that itches all the time-and I take care of it. You're unreal, Marla. You want to fuck like a mink, but you go around pretending you don't. But I can see how much your hot pussy is watering for Nickey's prick right now. Your crotch is soaked." She laughed again, tipping her dark head back and making her tits thrust forward.
Shame whipped through Marla again and made her blanch. She turned the emotion to anger. "Nick's not a pervert like you!" Marla flared at her. "He knows that incest is wicked, and so do I. Just because you haven't got any moral sense and go around fucking your own father . . . My God, Sue! How can you!"
"Easy, honey. I just spread my legs and make my twat wink at him. Besides, Daddy's the best screw I ever had, and I've had lots. And I don't see anything the matter with it. What does it matter who the prick is hung on, if you don't have a baby or any of that stuff? I mean, that's all the incest stuff's about, having babies-so that it won't come out with two heads or something. And who's dumb enough to have a baby? You don't have to risk it. Then it would be all right for you to fuck Nickey, just like you want to. Besides, if it's all that wicked, how come your pussy's so wet, huh?" She giggled again.
"Oh, God!" Marla cried, feeling more naked than she was, as if her very thoughts and desires had been exposed under a glaring light. She wondered if Sue had seen her come so shamelessly against her brother.
She heard Nick's breathing deepen. She felt him hold her more tightly, as if he were hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. She knew the question of incest hadn't bothered him, or he wouldn't have put his prick inside Sue, his cousin. She now wondered if her being his sister would be enough to stop him when his desire was high enough, when he hadn't just blown his wad into Sue's greedy cunt four or five times. She didn't know. She was afraid of the answer. It had scarcely been enough to restrain her. She groaned inside again for the way she had come against him, wondering how she could have let herself do such a loathsome thing.
"Nick, let go of me," she said, trying once more to draw away from him. She had to cover her shame.
Sue didn't leave the room. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed as if curious to see what was going to happen. Her nightgown rode up to her pussy, and dark curls peeped out between her thighs. Nick stared at them and then turned to Marla, his face flushed with heat.
"She's got a point, honey-about the babies," he said softly.
"Nick! You can't believe that! God, she's sick, can't you see it? She has the morals of a bitch in heat, and now you're talking just like her."
She glanced at Sue. Her cousin had lifted her feet up to the edge of the bed and was leaning with her back against a bolster. Her knees were high and spread wide, and her gash showed pink and glistening inside the dark rim of fur. Her fingertip was trailing slowly up and down the slit, making her cunt tissues bloated and ready for a cock.
Marla swallowed hard. She was still too aware of the way her brother's dick throbbed restlessly against her. She sucked in her breath and heard Sue moan as the exploring fingertip rimmed her muscular, slippery pussy hole and her hips rotated softly once.
"Nick," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Nick, she wants it again. Go fuck her, Nick. Go ahead, it's all right. I don't mind now, really I don't. You're all excited, and you've got to do something. Nick, you can't do it to me."
Chills ran along her spine. She saw her brother look at her with a startled, lustful expression as he tried to puzzle out her sudden willingness to let him fuck Sue. But how could she tell him that she was being selfish again-that if she made him lose his load in Sue's cunt, then he wouldn't want to let it spurt into hers?
Marla tingled all over. She had to do this. She had to let slutty Sue be the safety valve for her brother's passions, no matter how disgusted she might be by it-by even watching it happen. As long as there was one other girl in the world who would let Nick fuck her, then that was the way it had to be-even if it was Sue.
"Nick, go on," she whispered softly, turning his hips, being careful not to let her arm brush against his throbbing cock.
"Mmm, that's a beautiful hard-on, Nickey," Sue moaned, rolling her wet cunt meat with her hand thoroughly. "And you know I'm always ready for a stiff prick to come in and give me the shivers. But I'm going to turn you down this time. Mmm, God, I'm just going to lie here on this bed and finger myself off big and hard while I'm watching you stick that beautiful cock into your sister."
She was moaning and rolling her head and hips. Wet sounds came from her open cunt as the muscles stretched and the juices flowed. Her thighs flexed open and closed, and Nick stared at the rosy meat between them, his cock throbbing anew.
"Nick, go on," Marla insisted. "She's trying to cause trouble, that's all. Hurry, go fuck her, Nick."
"Nickey, honey, don't you see what baby sis is trying to do? She wants you to squirt your load into me so that she won't have to fuck you. Isn't that selfish of her? We both know that lovely, stiff cock is for her and not for me, don't we? Just like at the beach? Come on, honey, exert yourself- fuck her. Break that big tight cherry and wake her up. Then you'll be able to have her all you want, because there won't be any reason for her to say no after the first time."
Marla felt her face go hot. She was getting worried. Nick wouldn't budge, but kept standing there with his stiff cock hammering the air in front of her. She quickly readjusted her panties, pulling them up over her butt, making them snug around her pussy. The wetness was warm and slippery between her thighs, and she couldn't look into his eyes. If he even suspected that she had degraded herself against him a moment ago, then everything would be lost, and he would take her in his arms again and drive his cock up into her cunt and claim her for lover and sister both.
A voice came from the doorway again-Uncle Brad's. "I just talked to Abe, and he thinks we can fence that- Well, now." He stopped short and looked at each of them in turn, seeing Nick standing in front of Marla with an erect prick, seeing Marla's tipped, swollen boobs and the damp patch at her crotch. He looked at his daughter, who was still moaning and gently shifting her hips on the bed as her hand splashed in her wet cunt.
"Hi, Daddy," she said, looking up at him with heat glowing in her dark eyes.
"Honey, what's going on? How come you're playing with your cunt?"
"I'm all horny, Daddy, waiting for Nickey to fuck her. They were just about to do it when I walked in on them and-"
"That's a lie!" Marla snapped. "You've got a filthy mouth to go with your mind."
"So, what are you waiting for, Nick?" Uncle Brad winked at him. "I didn't get anywhere with her, but maybe you can. She's got some kind of hangup about it she's going to have to get rid of, if we're going to make a success out of this new venture. Slam it to her, buddy, and then everything's forgotten, okay? I've got plans-big plans, and she's central to them. But not as a virgin, get me?" He looked at Nick levelly, saying something additional with his eyes. Nick understood and looked away, and Marla's heart sank again.
"Poison," she whispered. "Nick, they're poison!"
"What's her problem?" Uncle Brad asked his daughter. He went to the bed and sat beside her upraised thigh and watched her fingers dabble in the wet folds of her pussy. Then he took her hand away and put his there, rolling her clit directly and making her groan with a new blast of heat.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you've got the best damn fingers of anybody, I swear you do!" she cried, bucking her hips at him, grabbing her full tits through the thin nightie and rolling them in her hands.
"Marla thought so, too," he chuckled. "Then she gave me this line about naughty uncles."
"That's it-that's what's stopping her now. She's hung up on the incest thing with Nickey. Daddy-Ohhh, Daddy, let's show them that incest is good and right and . . . ohhh, not so fast, or you'll make me pop."
Marla sucked in her breath. She had never witnessed anything so disgusting in her life. The girl was rolling about on the bed, squeezing her thighs tightly around her father's hand, opening them again to give him complete freedom with her wet gash.
Yet, there was something illicitly thrilling about it, for she knew exactly what Sue was feeling under the touch of those fingers. She saw Uncle Brad's cock bulge out in the front of his pants. Then his daughter reached into his lap and undid all the fastenings and took his prick into her dainty hands and massaged it until it was throbbing and red and unbelievably rigid.
Marla began swallowing reflexively when she looked at it and had to consciously stop herself. She felt chills of desire and horror mix and tingle up and down her body. She felt her brother put his arm about her waist, and she could hear his breathing grow heavier.
"Mmm, Daddy, Daddy, the hell with them. Fuck me-fuck me!"
Sue slid down the bolster onto her back, shifting her hips around so that she lay lengthwise on the bed under him. Uncle Brad shucked his pants off and removed his shirt and poised himself above her body, nude and pulsing at the end of his prick. She squirmed under his gaze and lifted her yellow nightie up to her chest, baring her full, round tits her father.
He dipped his head and sucked the nipple of each one into his mouth, pulling it into rubbery erectness and making each glow. Sue moaned and shivered under her father's touch, offering him her boobs, pursing her lips for him to kiss. Marla watched their tongues become entangled, and something seemed to happen to her breathing.
She felt excitement tremble from her brother's hand to her hip as they both watched, and she could feel her own tits swelling with renewed passion.
Marla couldn't stop watching the scene in front of her. She didn't want to watch. She didn't want Nick to watch, either, because she was afraid of the heights his passion would reach. It seemed clear that Sue wasn't going to let him vent his lust on her, and there was only one other target for it-her own virginal body.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you're teasing me again," Sue cried, writhing in passion underneath his body. "I hate it when you do that."
"You love it," he said huskily. He dipped his hips and made the tip of his prick slip up through her watery twat folds. Sue moaned and lifted her hips, and Marla could nearly see her hungry cunt mouth open and close and smack its lips after the elusive prod.
Nick let out a soft moan beside her. He pulled her closer to him until their hips were in warm contact. His fingers inched around her waist and began to sneak into the top of her panties, smoothing over her soft underbelly and reaching for her pubes and the virginal cunt just beneath.
Marla sucked in her breath, not knowing what to do. If she struggled again, Nick might use force. They would urge him to, even to the point of holding her down and her legs apart, she was sure of that. If she allowed him to have his way, then . . . she wasn't sure what would happen.
In particular, she wasn't certain what she would do. The tips of his fingers were making her belly quiver again. She cursed herself silently, wishing she could exercise more control over her youthful passions. But, Sue had been right-she had inherited that awful heat, too, she knew it.
"Nick, let's go," she whispered to him. "I can't watch this any more. Nick, if you love me the way you say you do, then take me away from this horrible sight, this terrible perversion. Don't subject me to it any more, Nick, please!"
He looked towards her. He licked his lips with indecision. He glanced down and saw the way his fingers had crept into the top of his sister's panties, the way they bumped out the nylon and wriggled there as he felt her pubes and pressed against the softness of her virginal, furry cunt mound. He looked at the way his cock stood up from the gap in his pants, stiff, now beginning to bead with clear oil, as if a tear were leaking out of its eye for the sadness of his situation.
"Marla ..." he choked.
She didn't know what he was going to say to her. Sue moaned and then gave out a piercing cry of rapture, and they both looked and saw that Uncle Brad had thrust his prick all the way into his daughter's writhing cunt.
"Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried happily, tossing her legs into the air stiffly, opening her pussy wide for him. She bent her legs and wrapped them around his ass, digging her heels into his crack and pushing his cock into her cunt to the hilt. They rocked fiercely for a moment, and his balls slapped against her asshole, sending thrill after thrill through her petite body.
Sue's hips tossed and churned, and they could see her head rocking back and forth as she moaned and made her spine ripple. Her tits pushed fitfully into his palms, and her tongue licked between her lips again and again until he captured it and sucked on it with his mouth.
"As hot as ever, aren't you, little pussy?" he asked her huskily. "I thought Cousin Nick had taken care of you for the night."
"Nobody can take care of me the way you can, Daddy-nobody! Oh, don't tease me again, don't stop fucking me!"
He chuckled softly and turned his head to be sure he still had his audience. His prick was still inside her hole, pushed to the limits, soaking up the warm, slippery sensations her muscular contractions were giving it as her cunt milked up and down the length of the shaft.
"See how Sue enjoys fucking, Marla?" he said. "It's the way nearly everybody enjoys it when they haven't got hangups. I taught her not to have any, to give in to her natural heat, and you can see how thankful she is to me for that. Boy, Granny must have been quite a gal."
"God," Marla whispered. "You're sick."
He humped on Sue a few times to keep her primed and couldn't help letting out a soft moan. "Some would say that," he agreed. "I don't think so. Is your attitude toward sex any healthier?"
He left her with that question dangling between them and began to fuck his daughter again, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Sue began her writhing and squirming again and began to yip sharply as her peak approached.
When it finally came, it was like a small, furry explosion. Dark hair flew all over the pillow. Her butt churned and shook and pounded up and down on the bed. Her legs shot out and curled back again. Her small arms gripped her father's back and squeezed a grunt out of him, and her soft, wet lips were all over his face and neck and shoulders. Her tits seemed to swell up and lift his body from her chest.
Marla watched Uncle Brad's buttcheeks tighten and quiver as he drove his cock all the way to the base of his daughter's cunt and planted his load there. She could see his balls pumping out his sperm. She heard the noises he made and remembered the ones he had made in the car. Again, she began swallowing reflexively, even though there was nothing in her mouth.
It was terrifying to watch them fucking. She didn't know there could be such intensity to sex. The orgasm that had swept over her in the past were nothing compared with the tempest inside her cousin. And if they had inherited the same degree of heat, then . . .
She swallowed again, feeling her mouth go suddenly dry. She wanted to, but she couldn't stop herself from wondering, from wanting to experience such an orgasm. Just once. But how?
Guiltily, she looked at Nick, her heart standing still. She posed the question to herself again, silently. She felt his fingertips reach the area of her pussy and begin pressing in against the soft flesh of her cuntlips. Her clit was throbbing again, and she couldn't help it.
"Nick ..." she gasped, the sound barely audible.
"Marla, I-God, I. .. "
They held each other's gazes for a long moment. Her tits strained towards him from her chest, and his prick reached for her. The strain was broken by Sue's giggle, or Marla knew it would have happened. She would have gone to the floor on her back and allowed her brother to fuck her, and damn the guilt and the shame and the consequences.
"Come on, Nickey, fuck her!" Sue urged coarsely.
The moment between them was broken, even for Nick. He licked his dry lips and pulled Marla to him roughly, spinning her around so that her ass was against his hips. "Nick, no!" she cried.
She felt him claw at her panties, felt her ass bared. His cock strained up between her cheeks, and he rubbed it there, making the flesh around her little, brown asshole pull and stretch and shoot thrills through her.
"Nick, stop!" she cried again.
"I'm not going to fuck you, honey," he puffed in her ear. "I'm not going to fuck you, I'm not!"
His hands came around and captured her pointed tits, rolling the firm balls of flesh, fingering the nipples, sending unbelievable sensations charging through her body.
He pumped against her butt, fitting his cock tightly between her asscheeks, somehow using his hips to make the round globes surround his rigid shaft completely to give him a silky channel of sorts to fuck.
Marla cried out again and felt herself being bent forward from the waist as he pressed up against her backside. She went off balance and had to start stumbling forward. There was nowhere to go but to the bed where Sue and Uncle Brad were. With each pump against her butt, Nick seemed to be pushing her there, and it was the last place she wanted to go.
"That's it, honey, come on over here and let Daddy and me help you. Nickey, you're absolutely wild tonight, the way you're pounding your little sister's butt." Sue giggled again and moved her thighs, and Marla could see the white slipperiness of Uncle Brad's sperm come sliding out of the dainty, pink cunt hole and soak into her bed.
She groaned inwardly and prayed for a quick, painless end. She knew there was no help for it now. Nick was going to fuck her open. At least it was going to be Nick. Thank God for that.
Her knees gave out just as she reached the bed. They hit the floor, and pain shot through her kneecaps. Her elbows dug into the mattress. Sue and Uncle Brad made room for her, and they were grinning over her discomfort. Nick was still behind her, pinning her to the edge of the bed, pounding up against her ass with his rigid prick.
Marla looked at the two evil faces in front of her, and they began to swim before her vision. She was aware of Sue coming around on the bed to squat beside her. Then the dainty hands were on her asscheeks, smoothing over them, feeling their resilience even as Nick pounded up against her again. She tried to resist and to fight, but Uncle Brad held her down.
He sat with his legs on either side of Marla's face so that she was staring directly at his shiny prick and at his furry balls. The odor of his sperm and his daughter's cunt juices filled her nostrils and threatened to stifle her. She saw the brown, puckered mouth of his asshole at the apex of his hairy thighs, and she sucked in her breath and prayed.
"Nick, help!" she wailed.
But the cry was useless. It wasn't someone else trying to rape her now. It was Nick himself, and she groaned loudly, giving voice to the depths of her despair.