Chapter 10
Debbie Johnson realized that she could turn to no one for help. The only thing she could do, she reasoned, was to speak to her mother about getting away during the Christmas vacation.
"I don't know where you'd want to go, dear," her mother chided her. "We have everything at home."
Nevertheless, Debbie was determined.
"Maybe, Mom, I could visit Aunt Harriet," she told her. "I would like to go to her mountain home. I could go skiing if we had a snowfall then."
Her mother thought things over seriously.
"What is it that's bothering you,' dear?" she asked her.
Her mother paced the floor and Debbie was nervous. Nevertheless, she knew that she had to tell her mother her feelings.
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"Mom, I am troubled," Debbie said.
As her mother looked down at her upturned face in the morning sun, she could tell her daughter was disturbed. It was written all over her face. But what could she do?
"Couldn't I help?" She went over to her as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Shaking her head, Debbie told her no. She wasn't smiling and it was obvious that she was concerned over something very deeply.
"I feel so dreadful that I can't help you, dear," her mother told her. "You know your father and I would do anything to help you."
Turning impatiently, Debbie acted annoyed.
"You never let me do anything I like," she complained.
Her mother sat on the gold satin sofa before her. She leaned forward to take a cigarette from a silver box on the glass table, flicking a flame from a snatching silver lighter and exhaling smoke toward the ceiling.
"You're hurt in some romance, isn't that it?" Her mother's eyes focused on hers steadily. "Yes," Debbie admitted.
"Would you mind telling me who?" her mother asked, taking another nervous puff on her cigarette.
For a second Debbie hesitated. She knew how bitter and hateful her mother would be if she ever revealed to her that she was in love with her own brother.
"You're too young to know about love," her mother said, adding with a trace of bitterness, "whatever love is."
Grateful that her mother didn't pressure her anymore to reveal whomever it was she was falling for, she asked her frankly, "Would you mind very much if I just went away?"
Debbie's mother glanced at her wrist watch and told her, "Your father will be home in twenty minutes. Maybe you'd better ask him. That's your choice, dear. If that's what you want to do, I'm not against it"
Later that evening Debbie asked her father if she could go to her Aunt Harriet's mountain house for the holidays. Her father listened intently.
"Don't you enjoy being with us?" he asked.
Just then Steve came into the den and listened to their conversation.
"Your sister doesn't want to be with us for Christmas," her father observed.
At that point Steve understood what was happening. First he wanted to say how hurt he was, but he held back. He knew all too well how furious his father would be if he ever found out about their love tryst.
"Well, I guess if she doesn't want to be with us it's all right." Steve laughed. "Maybe she just wanted to go skiing in the mountains."
Debbie was grateful that he saved the day.
"Maybe I'd like to go, too," Steve suggested with a wink.
At that point her mother walked back in.
"We're not giving both of you up for the holidays," she insisted.
Finally it was resolved that Debbie could visit her Aunt Harriet as long as Steve stayed home.
Debbie felt as though she'd won a victory. And when she went back to her bedroom that night she deliberately didn't say anything to Steve about her plans. However, about two o'clock in the morning Steve was standing naked beside her bed. She looked up nervously as he peered down at her.
"What are you doing here?" Debbie asked anxiously.
"It's very sweet of you to leave me during the holidays," he complained.
"I ... I just thought it was best," Debbie told him sincerely.
"We could have had a lot of time together," he said angrily, "and you know how much it means to
Steve sat on the edge of her bed. The excitement that was mounting in his body was evident. She could see his curly pubic hair and his thick, long cock rising.
"Go back to your room," she begged.
Steve shook his head. "No way," he told her. "I'm gonna go to bed with you."
Throwing the bedclothes back, her naked young brother slipped into bed beside her.
"It's wrong, Steve," she tried to tell him. "We've got to quit doing this."
Steve agreed. But her firm voice didn't stop him from doing what he designed to do. Reaching down between her legs he began fingering her. As she felt his finger slipping in her vagina, her entire body vibrated to his intimate touch. That gave Steve greater incentive to push forward.
"I want to get down there and lick your love button," he told her.
It didn't take him long to swing down between her legs. He immediately parted her thighs and let his tongue slip along her slit.
"I really enjoy licking you." He smiled as he went to work on her furry triangle, which was moist with excitement.
Steve picked up Debbie's musky scent as he let his head drop down toward the glorious joy hole. His tongue thrust outward with great eagerness as he let it slide ever so slowly over her love button. Her body vibrated to his every touch. That gave him greater incentive to push forward. Steve let his teeth nibble affectionately against her clitoris several times in an attempt to arouse her all the more.
That tried and trusted technique of arousing his sister by properly stimulating her clitoris was very successful. Now she was gasping and her body was gyrating from side to side. The realization that she was getting hot only made him that much more determined to please her along with himself. Steve pursued Debbie zealously with his tongue, letting it roll over every crevice of passionate vaginal flesh. Her pussy walls itched with lustful urgings as his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
Steve then decided to do something else to 108
provide her with even more excitement. He slipped the forefinger of his right hand forward and let it push slowly toward her anus. The tightness of her ass intrigued him from the moment he plunged up her. His first few stabs barely penetrated inside her. He confined his finger-fucks to the outer edges of her anus. But as his vagina-sucking intensified and gathered momentum at a speedy tempo, his accompanying finger movements simultaneously collected speed. And with that speed came greater depth as be shoved his finger high and deep inside her anus. At this moment her body was moving in violent spasms. For a while it would shift back and forth and then it would go up and down. Debbie barely knew what to do to cope with his exotic dual movements. The crescendo continued to intensify as the licking and stabbing maintained a brisk pace. The hot, sliding movements of his finger darting high into her asshole created a torrent of lust within her that quickly transmitted itself to her hot mound as well. He quickly moved her toward the brink of climax. The closer he drove, the more anxious he became to taste her juices, and consequently his movements were rising at an even faster clip.
"Ohhh, Steve," Debbie gasped, basking in the glory of his tongue sliding in her cunt, "lick me, lick me."
Previous to this Debbie had thought that she could be satisfied with one exciting orgasm. But tonight she had become so ignited with the passionate heat of her brother's frenzied tongue that she wanted more. And he was just as excited with her.
Having tasted her once, he was him the more desirous of doing it a second time. His tongue we back and forth, driving with the same passionate ' tensity as it whiplashed, covering every crevice of her furry wet mound. Not only was Debbie beau ful, Steve thought, but she had just the kind of delicious explosive cunt that made him eagerly seek out every drop of available juice. All the while he continued to let his finger manipulate itself inside her anus. Steve varied the tempo of his finger movements in Debbie's asshole in the same way that varied his tongue stabs in her cunt. Whenever his tongue would be sweeping at top speed over her mound, his finger would thrust inside her asshole with the same degree of passionate skill. He knew what she wanted and he was willing to go to great length to satisfy his keen sexual urges. Enthusiastically licking at her hot slit until she came three times, he sucked her noisily.
"Eat me, eat me," Debbie panted.
When Steve withdrew his tongue from her cunt he couldn't help looking at her pussy. Slipping his finger from her asshole, he imagined what he could do if he shoved his thick, rock-hard cock in her cunt.
"I want to fuck you," he told her.
Straddling her now, he showed her his hard penis. She tugged at it several times to let swirling waves of passion circulate through him.
Steve looked at her beautiful body and became so excited he knew he had to shove his pecker inside her.
"Pull on it a couple of times," he told her. Reaching out she slowly stroked his thick, rigid manhood. It stimulated her to see it spring to life in her hand. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing as she stroked him. Under normal circumstances Steve would be more than willing to use the traditional approach of shoving his cock high into her cunt. He was confident that she had about the tightest pussy of any girl in high school. But the longer he looked at her beautifully shaped buttocks, the more impressed he became with the over-all shape of her beautiful white ass. It looked so warm and tempting that his cock began to quiver. He started thinking of how stimulating it would be to slide his prick up her asshole. Steve stroked his cock several more times as he reflected on what he would do next. The longer he looked at his sister's beautiful ass, the more excited he became over the prospect of repeating their sodomy.
"You've got a nice ass," he told her.
The longer his eyes focused on her buttocks the more appetizing they looked.
"Did you like it up your ass?" Steve asked his sister with a mischievous smile.
"I guess I did," she told him.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
"I'm afraid it'll hurt again," Debbie admitted.
"A regular pain in the ass, eh?" Steve laughed.
She didn't want it to hurt her again. Yet when she saw the excited, expectant look on his face and she realized that she would be leaving him during the holidays, Debbie felt as though she had to give him some kind of compensation. Maybe an assfuck would fill in that need.
"I could do a favor for you," she told him, "but I don't want you to hurt me."
Steve emphasized his point by patting her asscheeks affectionately. He knew that he was so aroused that there would be no turning back. The perverse side of him was happy over the fact that she wasn't eager for him to shove his penis into her ass. He would not mind hurting her a little, it would simply add to his fun. He observed her body beginning to tremble. Her eyes widened as he moved toward her. Steve held his penis proudly in his right hand, stroking it ever so casually, warming himself up for the task which lay ahead. "Please, forget it," Debbie whimpered. "Shut up. You make me sick sounding like such a big crybaby."
Steve's breath began to intensify into quick rapid-fire gasps as he moved closer to her naked body. Reaching out with his strong hands he separated her legs and parted them until he had plenty of room to maneuver. He tugged at her legs a pulled her body forward slightly so that the an was improved. Now he had a direct shot at her ass. Just a short distance, a matter of a few inch separated his aroused penis from the penetrating point of her asshole. Steve let his fingers circulate briskly over the firm folds of flesh as he got set to shove his penis forward. He pushed it forward and let it enter her anus region slowly. Debbie let out a prolonged moan as he made his initial contact.
Steve slipped his prick high into her anus, holding onto it with his right hand until he was able to penetrate at the very angle and degree which he sought.
Momentarily he deliberated over whether he should start out slowly or rapidly. Generally he would have preferred a slow approach, but on this occasion his pulse was so aroused by the beauty and tightness of her anus that it was difficult for him to hold back. His initial instinct was to shove forward with everything that he had. He knew that such an approach would result in a speedy orgasm. Even though he felt like working his cock quickly, he stilled his savage bestial impulses and started to work his prick back and forth slowly, steadily. Even that type of approach appeared to be too much for Debbie, who let out several gasps.
"Shut up, Debbie," he warned her. "Do you want to wake up Mom and Dad?"
He drilled her searingly several times, letting the tempo of his cock in her ass build up. It was the kind of cock music that he loved to make with a beautiful girl. His penis was rigid, long and stimulated by her very presence. Waves of tiny tingles bolted through the hard rod as he continued driving it in and out of her, letting the pace build, permitting the sweltering excitement inside him to wildly generate. The longer Steve kept up his movements, the hornier he became. As the intensity of the screwing pace accelerated, he felt more of a blinding need to thrill her with hard, deep, piercing strokes.
The more intensely and deeply he drove, the more painful the looks which surfaced on Debbie face. She let out several anguished gasps after on hot series of forward strokes. Steve retaliated reaching out and slapping her across the face angrily.
"That's just a tiny dose of what you'll get if you don't shut up," he warned his sister.
Steve knew that the more noise she made the greater was the likelihood that their parents would overhear them. He knew if that happened they would be trapped in a very ugly situation. Steve couldn't afford to take any chances. He knew that he and Debbie, being brother and sister, were walking a perpetual tightrope. However, now that he had his cock in her ass he rammed forward with deep, hard jabs. With pistonlike regularity his prick continued stabbing brutally forward. Debbie did her best to avoid any repetitions of the incident where she had cried. Even though he was tearing her up with his sadistic stabs up her ass, she made it a point to keep quiet. She let out a few occasional gasps, but they were soft, so noiseless that nobody else could possibly hear them. All the while Steve continued stabbing closer toward orgasm. It felt good to apply his penis with vigorous skill. And it felt even better to derive sensation from her tight, beautiful asshole.
Debbie kept her gasps as low as possible until her brother Steve entered the final phase of the ass fuck. At that point he was hurting her so badly that she could barely hold back her anguished cries.
By the time she let out her third cry, Steve reached over and slapped her once more across the face as he went on ramming his slick, hard prick all the way into her ass. His lust-bloated balls slapped lewdly on her upturned buttocks.
"You're gonna suffer, Debbie, and you'd better do it in silence," he warned her.
Then he went back to gripping her buttock cheeks tightly, pinching them as his huge prick continued stabbing rhythmically in and out of her. He lifted his body forward with eagerness, driving his hot prick into her. Steve was on the verge of orgasm now.
Tears began to splash down Debbie's cheeks as the pain intensified and the cock stabs became sharper, even deeper. Several savage stabs later he let a prolonged gasp himself. At that precise interval the prick-juice deluge occurred. His white, hot juice shot from the head of his mammoth penis and flowed high into her asshole.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he felt the electrical sexual thrills surging through his body when her ass grabbed at his prick.
As Steve pulled his now satisfied prick out of his sister's asshole he felt great joy and relief. He had achieved his objective. He'd shoved his pecker into Debbie's asshole until it had shot. However, she was feeling completely different.
Even though Steve had pulled his penis out of her butt, it still remained sore. Not only that, but her face still stung from the sharp slaps he had administered. A burning rage was surfacing inside of her. She had been humiliated by her own brother in ways that no girl should have to tolerate. Debbie had always had a slow temper, but one which erupted with bitter intensity once it was pushed to its lengths.
She looked at him as she reached back to massage her sore ass. And Steve looked at her strangely.
"What the hell is wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing," Debbie told him.
But she was thinking plenty, and her smoldering eyes indicated to him the outrage that she felt.
"You're going away after all," he reminded her.
"Yes, and I'll be glad to get away from you," she said bitterly.
Her voice was rising and Steve was once again afraid that if she got any angrier she would alert their parents to what had taken place.
"Relax, sis," he told her. "You don't have a good attitude."
He walked naked out of her bedroom and as she saw him striding away she felt only contempt and hate for him. He had degraded her with the brutal anal intercourse performance. And she could never forgive him.