Chapter 4
Sue's hands pried at her asscheeks, parting them. Uncle Brad's prick began to lift again, rising up before her nose like a vein-throated snake. She could feel her brother's breath puff hotly against the back of her neck as he leaned against her back and pressed his cock into her deep crack.
"Back up, Nickey, you can't fuck her that Back up, now, and do it right."
Sue felt him lift off her back. Her buns spread wide apart, she didn't know by which one of them. She felt her asshole winking lewdly as the skin around it was stretched. She knew her brother was staring at it, at the way her pussylips puffed down beneath her crotch, shiny and dripping and covered with golden down.
Marla moaned with the depths of her humiliation. How could he do this to her? How could he let these two wicked people become a part of it? At least he could have spared her that.
Sue reached out behind Marla's ass. She heard Nick moan, and she knew Sue was taking his prick in her dainty fingers. She felt the velvety, oiled head of it slide down her crack and throb over her bung. Then the thick shaft had turned the corner under the bottom of her crotch and was sliding up through the oiled folds between her pussylips, thrilling her against all wishes.
"Ohhh, no, Nick, no!" she moaned, twisting her hips, trying to shake his rod free of her sensitive gash.
Sue let go of his cock and held Marla's hips still for him. "In, Nickey, in!" she bubbled.
Nick fell against her again, breathing hotly on the back of her neck. He moved his hips. His cock slid up and down her satiny groove and rippled over her clit, making the fiery nub burst into flame. Marla groaned again and shivered from one end of her charged body to the other while Uncle Brad and Sue laughed and urged her brother on.
More terrible to her than what was happening was the way her body was responding to her brother's cock. Even in front of the other two, her audience. She felt her pussy mouth quiver and suck as if it wanted that big prick bumping up against it to go inside, heedless of the shame. She felt her cuntlips quivering and flapping and drooling thickly, smearing his cock with her honey, juicing it up from tip to hilt in preparation for his invasion.
She moaned again and again and shook her ass at him, even though Sue was still trying to hold her rump still. "No, Nick, no!" she cried. "Don't fuck me, I'm your sister-your sister, Nick!"
"Hurry up, Nickey, it's hard to hold her," Sue complained. "Honey, you'd better stop that and begin cooperating, or Daddy's going to stuff his big cock in your mouth again. Aren't you, Daddy?"
Uncle Brad grinned down on her. He braced his heavy thigh across the arm he'd been holding down with his hand and moved the hand to his thick cock, wrapping his fingers around it. He began to jack it slowly, right before her eyes. He chuckled thickly and said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. Marla understood. She began that reflexive swallowing again, and it made him laugh with pleasure.
Nick's face was next to her ear. His warm breath puffed onto it. "Hang on, honey," he whispered very softly, barely forming the words. The others couldn't possibly have heard them.
A chill raced through Marla. Her pussy spasmed wildly for a moment, as if his cock were already inside her virginal cunt. She felt his prick slide to the base of her gash. The meaty knob pushed at her tingling cunt mouth, and she squealed with the imminence of her fate and shook her ass as hard as she could.
Nick's cock popped around the corner again. Sue cried out for him to hurry and applied more of her slight weight to Marla's hips, making mewing sounds of effort while putting her cheek against Nick's back.
Nick pushed. There was a terrible sensation of spreading, of forcing, of opening and throbbing. Marla screamed throatily towards Uncle Brad's balls, her eyes popping wide open. She was filled with the sensation of oiled prick sliding into her body.
"Nick!" she croaked.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck her, Nickey, fuck her!" Sue squeaked happily, unable to keep from covering her drooling pussy with her hand and whipping the still-oozing sperm into a white froth that coated the redness of her tissues.
One of Nick's hands came away from her tit and covered her mouth, gagging off her cry of pain and depravity. He puffed against her ear again, lying on her back and pushing his prick slowly into her body, inch by inch, spreading, spearing, skewering her with his cock.
"Oh, God, I'm in your cunt," he gasped. "Marla, darling sister-I'm in your cunt at last!"
She shook her head and croaked against his palm. Didn't he know? Couldn't he tell the difference? She cried inwardly at the terrible pain. Then his pubes crushed up against the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, and his cock was up her asshole to the balls.
Marla's eyes watered. She blinked away the stinging tears and watched Uncle Brad jacking himself harder and harder. She felt Nick draw back, pulling his cock along the walls of her ass, making her whole bung stretch out and suck after it lewdly.
Her tissues burned with terrible fire. She wanted to shout at him to stick his cock into her cunt if he was going to rape her-at least her pussy was meant to receive such a terrible pole. At least it would have the necessary lubrication.
But then she was glad he had covered her mouth with his hand and had prevented her from being able to speak. As long as his cock was in her asshole and he didn't know the difference, then he wouldn't fuck her cunt. Incredibly, in the midst of midst of being fucked, she was still a virgin. The thought reeled through her with its irony. The Virgin Rape. It sounded like the title of book, no more impossible or paradoxical than anything else that had happened tonight. His prick slid into her tight ass again, reaching far up. She felt her buns being flattened by his hips once more, and she moaned low in her throat. The pain had become deadened. His prick had a good coating of juice from riding through her slippery gash. Sue let go of her ass and fell back on the bed, whipping her pussy into a writhing stew of rosy flesh and juice, moaning and tossing her head. Her father looked at her, and his prick jumped in his hand again.
Marla couldn't believe what was beginning to happen to her. Not only had the pain lessened, but there was also new sensation taking its place. Nick fucked in and out of her asshole with increasing speed, and there was no question of it-it was beginning to feel good.
Not good, exactly, but thrilling. It made her catch her breath and hold it for a long moment. It made it so that her ass wouldn't hold still for him any more. She felt as if she had to wave her rump at him, to arch her spine and push backward.
She tried to put it on a level other than her own lust. She owed him a come. She'd gotten one from him, and now she owed him one.
But that was a lie. She knew it the moment the thought formed in her mind. She was enjoying getting buggered. There was no way to hide the truth from herself any longer. Shame and a sense of perversion washed through her and ripped another moan from her throat. Yes-she was enjoying it!
Nick, Nick! she cried inwardly. You're fucking my asshole and don't even know it!
She felt his prick throb inside her butt, readying itself for the big explosion that would come. She saw images flash across her eyes, felt attitudes pull at her emotions. Not all was sweetness and light. He was raping her. If he was fucking in the wrong hole, that was nothing to his credit. It was his intent that counted, and that had been to grab her and fuck her pussy open, no more, no less. It made him no better than Uncle Brad had been. Or Morrie. Or the other two. Or the ones tomorrow and the days after. Nick was no better than any of them, and she couldn't deny it, couldn't forgive him for having fucked the wrong hole.
The thought changed her whole feeling toward Nick. What had been wavering on the brink of deep love and concern and duty and fear for the change that was tearing him apart and making him into a new man took a sudden, sharp turn and plunged into something close to hatred for Nick.
Thoughts flew through Marla's mind. There was no stopping them. They pained her even more than his plunging prick, but she knew she was going to have to act on them, to act on her own. As soon as he was finished ravaging her body, she was going to have to do something. If he wouldn't take the step with her, then she would take it alone. And now, that was the way she wanted it.
"Honey, I'm going to come," he gasped in her ear.
His hands came around and found her tits again. She could speak, now, but she didn't dare. That would be to tell him of his mistake, which would be foolish of her, for he would only seek to rectify it and push his prick through the only tangible evidence she had left of being a decent person.
He fingered her nipples, making them stretch and bloom into stiff spikes against her will. They burned with sensation. He pumped his cock into her ass again and again, and the thudding pain became an undeniable tingling and slowly advanced to breathtaking sensation.
She couldn't stop her body from doing what it was meant to do. She didn't even fight against it any more, letting her emotions soar to whatever heights they wanted.
He moved his hands from her tits to her belly and then to her cunt mound, and she felt another charge of sensation rip through her. His finger found her clit and rolled it, and she gasped several times, not only for the thrills he caused but for the fear that he would dip lower and discover that her cunt hole was empty. Whenever it seemed he would, she moaned and wriggled her rump back against him, making his fingers stay high on her slit.
Her passion built. Immediately in front of her, Sue was worming her way across the bed towards her father, still fingering her pussy, pulling at the sodden cuntlips, rolling the pink nub of her clit, moaning and crying out with approaching rapture, wanting some kind of attention from her father.
Marla nearly came on the spot when she watched Uncle Brad reach over to his daughter's body and move her hand from her pussy and bend forward to put his head between her thighs.
Sue cried out with pure joy and cupped the back of her father's head. Uncle Brad shifted around, releasing his heavy weight from Marla, positioning himself so that his spearing cock was pointed towards his daughter's face.
Sue took his prick in her hands and played with it and then popped it into her mouth without a moment's hesitation. Marla gagged, remembering. Then she watched Uncle Brad spread the sodden, sperm-frothed lips of her cunt with his fingers and lap along the swollen red tissues with his tongue.
He licked and licked, cleaning them, eating his sperm and her juices, inflaming the tissues more and making them shine. He wrapped his hands around the full, soft ass and pulled her pussy to his face and made noises in it, disgusting noises, slurping and sucking and blubbering sounds, like a pig rutting in slop.
Sue yowled with excitement, and her small body quivered from one end to the other. She sucked on his cock avidly, licking along the bottom of the shaft and cleaning her dried juices from it, and then plopping it into her mouth again. Her throat bulged as she took the entire shaft down into it and made his pubes press against her lips.
"Honey, come with me! God, Marla, come with me-make it right, make it good," Nick panted in her ear.
His finger rolled over her clit again and again, making it blaze with sensation. She could feel herself climbing. Everything seemed attached to her asshole-every nerve in her body, every muscle, every thought. What happened back there only made her nipples shoot forward more stiffly and her clit burn more fiercely and her pussy water with its thick, honeyed flood.
She was going to come with him, but it wouldn't be for him-not to salve his conscience and supposedly make everything right. She would come for him in the same way she would squeal and laugh if he tickled her. It was the only response her body could make under the intense stimulation bombarding her from every direction.
She heard Sue squeal and moan and watched her come, her pussy mouth fluttering around her father's drilling tongue. She watched Uncle Brad's fucking motions speed up as he screwed her throat. Marla imagined the big cock pulsing and throbbing, getting ready to spit again, and the vileness of it made her gasp again and again and she knew that her time was coming, too.
Nick's fingers fairly ripped at her clit with his mounting excitement. It was painful, and yet not. His cock ran easily in and out of her ass now, slippery and big, torturing her bung into constant pulsations around it.
Marla squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore all the depravity, all the shame and baseness and to concentrate on the sensation coursing through her body.
Her rump began its own motions, weaving and swaying lewdly back against him, making her butt take his prick as deeply inside her bowels as she could. She felt like shaking his prick off and keeping it inside her ass. There was no denying that she was thrilled. Her emotions went higher and higher. She felt his cock buck and jump inside her ass, and then it was happening.
Hot, slick jizz spurted into her ass. She could feel it go far up, like a slippery enema. She heard her brother gasp and then yell throatily as he came. She felt him press tightly against her butt and drive his cock home into her pulsing bung. His balls lifted and slapped against her pussy mouth, and she knew they would come away streaming with her fluids.
It was too much for her, all of it. She didn't care if she had a perverted audience any more, viewing her perverted act. There was nothing left in the world but pure sensation, and she let it sweep over her and claim her more strongly than it ever had before.
She yelled from the bottom of her lungs. She felt her asshole pulsate around her brother's cock, making a jerky flow spurt from his prick. It went on and on. Waves of orgasm crushed her and made every part of her vibrate and shudder. She imagined she could hear her empty pussy mouth suck and cry for something to fill it.
"Ohhh, God!" she moaned, clutching the spread in her fingers, feeling tears spill from her eyes. "Nick-Nick!" she bawled.
"Honey, come! Come, Marla! God, it's wonderful, wonderful!"
He spurted her ass full and then let out a heavy gasp and fell against her back, puffing harshly. Her face and cheek were mashed into the bed, and her nipples burned across the spread. Her pussy continued to quiver for a long moment after her orgasm ended, and she felt strangely open and loose all through her body.
"You did it, Nickey," Sue giggled happily. "Hey, honey, how does it feel? Was that so bad? Shit, you came all over the place, squealing and tossing around. One day, honey, you'll thank Grandma for what she gave us, you wait and see. Daddy, did you see that big come she had?"
"Yeah," Uncle Brad said huskily. "I saw it. Nick, move over."
Marla lifted her head quickly and looked at him. The orgasmic fog blew from her mind with a cold breath. "No!" she cried. "Nick, no! Not him! He's done enough to me tonight, Nick! God, please!"
Nick pushed up from her back. He was still puffing. His scarred face was red from the exertion. "You heard it, Uncle Brad," he said. "I agreed with her."
"Come on, Nick, get off her ass and let me get into that sweet stuff. What the hell's it going to matter now anyway? She's not a virgin any more. You popped the hell out of her just now."
"Nick, no!"
He looked at her, then back at his uncle. "No deal," he said tightly. "Only if she gets her fair share of the split from tonight's take."
Uncle Brad hesitated, a wary look on his face. "What's this crap, Nick?" he rasped. "Everybody gets their fair shake around here."
"Like hell they do. Lonny and I take the risks and do the muscle stuff. Marla took the brunt of it tonight, having him paw her all over and nearly fuck her. All you do is take a snooze in the car and then attack my sister when she comes back. No fifty bucks this time, Uncle Brad. She gets half, or you don't get a fuck."
"Half!" he exploded. "Listen here, you scar-faced little punk, you're trying to shake down the wrong guy. I'm not one of the marks, I'm the brains of this whole thing. I took you and her in when you didn't have a pot to piss in. This is my show, not yours. I decide who gets what!" he fumed.
"And I decide who fucks my sister. That's the price, Uncle Brad. She takes the chances, then she gets half the take, or I'll kill you if you touch her again." He looked levelly at his uncle. "I haven't got that much to lose if I get caught, get me?"
Uncle Brad held the gaze. He licked his lips, then glanced at Marla. A smile cracked his stiff face. "Protective little bastard, isn't he?" he said.
"There's something else," Nick said. "You were getting peanuts without Marla. Now you can afford to let some of the surplus go. Bigger profit, bigger wages. Like any business, Uncle Brad."
"Or you'll go on strike, maybe?"
"Something like that."
"Don't make me laugh. I've watched you try to get work. You're too fucking picky. You got set down a peg from your biology stuff, and you're too proud to work with your hands."
"Like you do?" Nick dug him.
Uncle Brad waved his hand in dismissal of the whole thing. "Ahh, go to bed and get some sleep. We've got a heavy schedule coming up. Now that you've fucked her open, she won't be so skittish, and we can start moving into the big time-King's Cove, places like that. The Bahamas. Marla and Sue can trade off and each of them can take it easier. We can start living, Nick." He grinned at Nick. "And don't get it in your head that I don't do my share of the work. You only put the bite on them. It takes talent to know who to put the bite on."
Nick watched him. "The price is still the same," he answered not at all taken in by the ready smile.
"Nick," Marla moaned. "It hurts. Take it out, Nick."
After a moment's hesitation, he did. Slowly. She felt the length of his cock run out of her ass like a big turd, wet and oily. She shuddered violently and then felt her bung throb when his dick was free, and the pain returned. She moaned and looked at them and was glad they were all staring at each other's faces instead of her ass. They still didn't know. She turned quickly with the bedspread in her hand and covered her brother's prick with it, wiping the shaft clean. She was proud of having thought of that last-minute detail. "Aw, let's go to bed, Daddy, everything's turned sour," Sue complained. "Where's Lonny?" "Passed out in the kitchen." "Already? That big lump. What do you keep him around for, huh? He wants to fuck me all the 'me, and he weighs a ton." "He's got muscle, honey. He takes orders well, he doesn't get fancy ideas about his inflated worth." His pointed gaze shifted from Nick to her, and he smiled again. "Besides, without Lonny, who would you have to toy with and taunt?"
Sue looked slowly at Marla. She giggled softly. After a moment, she spread her thighs wide and slid off the bed, leaving her nightie around her neck. It fell slowly over her round boobs and covered her body sexily. She flipped her hips at Nick.
"Don't wear it out tonight, Nickey," she said, flouncing out the door. Uncle Brad followed her.
Marla lay across the edge of the bed, her tits resting on it, her swollen, throbbing rump still thrust out behind her. Nick touched the back of her neck and ran his hand down her spine. She shivered under his touch and twisted away from him.
"Get out," she said.
He looked at her. "Huh?"
"Nick, go away. I can't fight any more. I ache."
"Honey, I'm sorry, but if I hadn't-"
"Go away, Nick, go away," she moaned, burying her head in her arms.
"All right, Marla," he said.
He got to his feet. His wilting prick bowed out from his loins. He found his pants and stepped into them. He looked at her a moment and then went to the doorway, paused, and turned around.
"I'll kill him if he touches you again. I swear I will. Whether he gives you half or not."
Marla didn't respond. She didn't even look up. All she could think of was how juvenile he sounded just then. Her own fucking brother.
The door closed. She lay where she was for a long moment, crumpled against the side of the bed. Her body throbbed and tingled. She didn't know how she'd gotten away with it. It had to be that pussies felt like asses. Or was it the other way around? In any case, how would she know?
She slowly worked herself up onto the bed. She felt dead. She knew she was going to have to leave all of them, to sneak away. Yet, the prospect filled her with dread. She formed a mental image of hundreds of faceless men, all with pricks thrusting from their pants, all wanting to fuck her.
She moaned and rolled over on the bed and felt the wet spot where Sue's pussy had drooled her father's sperm. Marla felt the coolness against the side of her hip and didn't roll back. She was too fatigued, in a way that was more than physical. She fell into a restless sleep, naked, under the light.