Chapter 16
The following evening Curt was convinced that opportunity had knocked.
His mother and father had tickets to go to a concert. They asked both Barbara and Curt if they wanted to attend with them, but Barbara had immediately declined.
"I'm kind of tired from studying hard on my school work," she explained. "I'd just as soon turn in early tonight. I do appreciate it, though."
"Well, what about you, Curt?" his father asked.
"I think I'll stay home and study myself," Curt said. "That and watch over sis."
"What a fine brother you have," Curt's mother looked over at Barbara and smiled.
"Yes, isn't he though," Barbara nodded, then looked over at Curt and shook her head.
Curt could hardly wait for dinner to end and for his folks to leave the house. As he sat at the table, his stiff, overactive penis was even more excited than it had been the evening before. He kept shifting his buttocks in the chair, ever so restless, anticipating the moment when he would be able to make his move toward his beautiful young sister.
When his folks finally left, Curt heaved a sigh of relief and his first response was to immediately confront his beautiful sister in her bedroom. After thinking about it for a few minutes, however, he decided that to rush that quickly might prove his undoing. He decided that it would be better instead to practice a little strategy and just sit tight for a little while, allowing his sister's curiosity to ignite.
Curt sat in the den watching some television for about an hour, but finally decided that he was unable to concentrate on the show. His thoughts were focused on his crotch and just how much enjoyment he could derive from his beautiful sister Barbara. All the same, he tried to watch the television program until it finally went off. He then shut off the set and walked up the stairs toward his sister's bedroom.
He looked down at his rock-hard dagger, then resisted the temptation to reach inside of his trousers and pull out his mammoth cock. No, he concluded, it would be just too bold a gesture to immediately pull out his lengthy phallus when he first confronted his beautiful young sister.
Curt decided to enter her room without knocking. As he walked inside, he observed her stretched out on the bed clad in a white blouse and light blue shorts. She was barefooted and was reading a school text book.
"Hello there, Barbara," he walked over toward the bed and smiled, peering down at her beautiful form.
"What are you doing, Curt?" she looked at him from her book. "I'm trying to study."
"Cut it out now," Curt laughed.
Curt reached down with his right hand, placing it solidly on top of his beautiful sister's shoulder.
"Why don't you let me take your clothes off right now," he said. "I need you. As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to think much of anything else the last two days. Hell, I jerked off last night in bed just thinking about you."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" she eyed him coldly.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Curt asked with disappointment.
"I just don't like your attitude, Curt. You practically raped me before. No practically about it. You did rape me. I didn't say anything about it to anybody and I just chalked it up to experience, but I don't want anything more to do with you. Get out of this room. Get out right now."
"It looks as if I'm gonna have a little battle on my hands," Curt grinned. "Just get out," she raised her voice dramatically.
"Come on now, Barbara. Don't be so nasty. You know damned well you want it. You know damned well you want me."
"I don't know anything of the kind," she insisted. "Now just get out of here. Come on, get out of this room right now."
"I don't intend to do anything of the kind."
"I mean it. Get out and leave me alone. I have my studying to do."
"Screw your studying," Curt growled. "You get enough of that. Hell, it gets sickening, just people sitting around here studying. Yeah, dad would love that."
"Don't knock dad."
"I'll knock him when I think he deserves to be knocked," Curt said. "Now we're gonna have some fun. If you don't like it, well, then I guess I've just got to force you, but we're gonna do it. We're gonna screw. We're gonna have ourselves a magnificent fuck."
Curt determinedly threw himself down on top of the bed. He reached out ever so swiftly with his fingers, allowing them to quickly begin to unbutton her blouse. At first she twisted and squirmed, but Curt was able to subdue her as he ceased his unbuttoning efforts just long enough to reach out and grab her by the arms, throwing her down on top of the bed with a lurid plop.
"Cut out this nonsense," Curt said, his voice rising sharply. "You know you want to get fucked. Okay, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna really teach you who's boss. You're like any other little bitch. You want to be dominated."
"Let me alone," she panted.
"Like hell I will. Just quiet down, baby, because you're gonna get fucked."
Several brisk movements later, Curt was removing his beautiful sister's blouse. He reached out and quickly unbuckled the straps of her white brassiere. As he speedily tossed it aside, he moved his fingers downward and allowed them to plunge sharply against the firm furrows of her creamy, enticingly warm breasts.
"So damned firm," he gulped. "Just perfect for my fingers. Ahhh, how I love your beautiful tits."
Curt's next move was to reach down and make a grab for her blue shorts. Her legs kicked several times, but Curt remained undaunted, pulling and tugging at the shorts until she slid them off her legs and tossed them casually to the floor. After that all he had to do was remove her white panties and his fingers quickly found the elastic waistband. Several sharp, driving downward stabs later, he removed her panties, then reached out and made a grab for her thighs. She attempted once again to kick her way free, but Curt wasn't about to let her.
"I'm not taking any crap from you," he said. "I can see that you need a lesson. Okay, you're gonna be dominated, you little bitch, whether you like it or not."
Curt reached out with both hands, delivering several stinging slaps to her warmly voluptuous behind. The louder that she sobbed, the harder that his fingers crashed against her trembling flesh. When he finally stopped, he was set to proceed with the fuck. One way or another he was going to get things done in a manner that he felt was just and proper.
Suddenly it dawned on him just what he would like to do. On the other occasion he had fucked his little sister's cunt, breaking her cherry. Now he was looking forward to dominating her by driving his cock securely inside of her throat. He quickly unzipped his trousers, yanking out his firm, blood-engorged member. He heaved a sigh, then propelled his body swiftly forward. Before his helpless red-haired sister was able to fathom what was going on, Curt had already pushed his stiff, steely prong inside of her mouth.
"Oh, damned, what a throat fuck," he sighed. "Am I ever gonna slam my prick inside of you. Oooh, ahhh, this is so good. Am I ever gonna fuck you."
He grunted and twisted his pistoning hips back and forth, continuing to drive his speedily cannonading cock into the innermost depths of her ravaged mouth. Barbara's face turned pale as her eyes rolled and she lay there in a state of delirium, helpless under the steady onslaught of his driving cock. He pushed his fingers downward, letting them twist sharply against the crinkly flesh of her distended nipples. Even though she was being besieged against her own wishes and was completely petrified of her brother, there was still something in the way of excitement that couldn't help but surface within her beautiful body as he kept on brutally stabbing her with his stinging spear, letting it slash and slide as it propelled into the innermost depths of her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm about off," he gasped. "I wanted to control it, ohhh, but there's no way that I can. This is just too much. Ohhh, it's all gonna spray. What a fuck this is."
He removed his fingers from her warm, crinkly breasts and again began to slap at her buttocks. He liked listening to the stinging sounds of flesh meeting flesh as his cock drove into the innermost depths of her mouth. Pretty soon he was unable to hold back the seething flood tide of thick white penis juice that had to explode from the rubbery tip of his inflamed cock.
"Ohhh, here I go," Curt said. "Ohhh, my rod's on fire. Ahhh, damned, how I love spanking your ass."
He let out a loud grunt and as he did he watched the tempestuous juices begin to explode from the tip of his rubbery, bulbous shaft.
"Why do you want to do this to me?" Barbara asked tearfully, once her brother had finished exploding his load.
"Sis, let's just call this a spanker's holiday," he smiled. "I guess there's a storm that's been brewing within me for a long time. I just needed to get my rocks off. There was just something about spanking that behind of yours that I couldn't resist. Not only that, but you got yourself some meaningful experience. Tell me something. Was it really all that bad when I fucked your mouth?"
"In some ways it felt terrible," she looked into his eyes, "but in other ways ... well, I guess I've got to admit it. I got excited."
"Sure you did, honey," he winked. "Your big brother is gonna be leaving for school again in a couple of days. This was his last fling and damned, I really enjoyed it. Who knows what'll happen once I get back to Virginia. Maybe the old ball-busting stud will cut loose on some coeds. At any rate, I sure as hell had me a blast here."