Chapter 4
Barbara felt a little terrified when she thought about what had happened in the aftermath of the funk, seeing the blood and recognizing that she had reached a momentous point in her life.
Her brother took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He watched as she took a soothing bath, then exited the tub. After she had finished toweling herself off, Curt had applied some Vaseline to her torn and ravaged pussy.
"You'll be all right in another day," he grinned. "I mean, the ache will go away then and then you'll be able to fuck to your heart's content. And whatever you do, you'll always be able to silently thank your big brother. He's the one who opened the door for you."
"I'm so confused I don't know what to think now," she shook her head.
"Just don't immerse yourself in any guilt," Curt warned her. "I wouldn't like that at all."
To make his point felt, Curt reached down with both hands, letting his fingers crudely grab hold of her firm ass flesh. She flinched with pain as he pinched at the still reddened buttocks, which he had attacked so vigorously not all that long ago.
"Oh, please, let me go," she sighed.
Curt released his grip, then reached out and grabbed her by the hand. "Let's go back to your room again," he said. "Why is that?"
"We can have a little more fun."
"But mom and dad will be home soon," she told him fearfully.
"Come on, you silly little bitch," he laughed. "They won't be home for at least another two hours. You know how those big bashes are. They'll be sipping Martinis and gossiping until the wee hours of the morning. You don't need to worry about them. Let's just have ourselves a little more fun."
Curt squeezed her hand just enough to cause her to flinch slightly in pain. She knew what he was doing. Once more her big brother was intimidating her. She had never seen him act in such a bold fashion.
They walked back into her bedroom, which was thick with their sexy scent coupled with sweat. He walked her over toward the bed, then reached out and grabbed hold of her firm, jutting breasts. Curt's fingers twisted and stabbed against the crinkly breast flesh of her distended nipples.
"These nipples are hardening awfully fast," he laughed. "You might be telling me you don't want to fuck anymore, but your responses are different. I mean, one side of you is saying no, but the other side definitely means yes. You were born to fuck, sweetheart. Anybody with a body like that. And why in hell should you bother with so many of these young punks at school when you can ball with somebody like me?"
Just the thought of what he was saying prompted Curt to smile and laugh. Yes, he was feeling more triumphant and confident with each passing second. The only comparable experience had been when he got a particularly good grade on a tough law examination, but that couldn't begin to compare with the sensations he was feeling now. and besides, even the highest score on a law exam would never bring his cock to the state of agitation that it presently enjoyed.
Even though his penis had gone temporarily soft in the aftermath of his last wild fuck, by then it was back up to its former rigidity level. After all, Curt reasoned, he had watched his beautiful little sister ease her gorgeous body into the warm water of the bathroom tub. He had observed her sleek, ever so smooth, trim, ivory legs sliding over the side of the tub as she soaked her sweaty, gorgeous form. Yes, she had been bloodied, but certainly not to the point where she couldn't fuck anymore. She had experienced the sensations of a deeply plunging prick inside of the inner recesses of her warm, flushing cunt lips for the first time in her life and now he was determined to dominate her in another way. He was not about to let his beautiful sister off of the hook until he had orgasmed yet a second time.
"Reach out and make a grab for my cock," he commanded. "Come on, move your fingers up and down the full length of my prick."
She could tell from the determined expression on his steely face just how important it was for her to provide Curt with the maximum in sexual enjoyment. He was quite obviously not going to put up with anything he construed as nonsense from her. Just seeing him look at her in such a domineering way prompted her to feel those telltale little waves of excitement inside of her stomach.
"Come on, start fingering my prick," he pointed toward his hard, sturdy stem. "Yes, really play with it. Ahhh, let your fingers go. Ohhh, move them. Ahhh, I want to feel those sensations."
His trembling, sturdy legs flipped nervously from side to side as Curt watched his beautiful sister move her fingers forward ever so slowly. She let them grab hold of the nub end of his fleshy spear. As she toyed with the knob-like surface of his rigid cock head, he let out a loud, erotic sigh.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "Just start with the tip. Okay, now you can start working your fingers down my cock. Ohhh, come on, slide your fingers really nice. Ohhh, drive them up and down my hot dagger. I love it. Ohhh, I love it."
His breath began to come in short, heavy, staccato puffs as his dominated lover flung her fingers against the rubbery surface of his bulbous cock. Ever so excitedly, she addressed herself to the moment at hand, her brisk fingers making steady contact against his tumid shaft as he kept on gasping and sighing, enjoying each and every plunging stroke.
"That's it, I love it, I love it," he gasped. "Ohhh, I'll be orgasming if I get much more of this. I'll tell you when to stop. Ohhh, I can't take too much more of it. Oh, damned, I love those finger strokes."
Just to let her know the extent to which he was dominating her, Curt reached out and grabbed hold of his sister's head. He held on tightly, pushing his fingers against her strawberry colored hair, heaving deep gasps as she kept up her sturdy, throbbing finger thrusts.
"Okay, you can let go now," he gulped. "Ohhh, a guy can only take so much of this. Oooh, a guy reaches the point where he just about has to juice. What a feeling."