Chapter 2
Sandra had known something funny was going on for a long time. As sneaky as Warren was about it, she'd known. He was her brother after all, even if he was a few years older than her seventeen. He thought he was Mister Clever. But she'd heard the scratchings around in the big closet that separated their bedrooms. The closet was the old-fashioned, walk-in kind. Before they'd even moved into the house, someone had put up a partition in the back of it. But Warren had fixed it so he could come through the hanging clothes. Like' he was doing now. Peeking at her from the partly opened closet door. He'd been doing it for two months at least.
Sandra went to her hi-fi and turned up the volume. It was funny how she gave him cover for his little game. As she crossed the room again she glimpsed herself in the mirror. Her ass-length brown hair, her brown eyes. She considered her body the medium kind. Medium tits, medium ass. medium legs. All blended together to give her a well-proportioned shape. She had just a touch of baby fat around her belly. It bothered her when she had on a tight bikini but she made a lot more of it than was necessary. Anyway, she never wore a bikini much.
She sat down to her books again but couldn't concentrate. Warren was in the closet. She could almost feel his presence as he watched her. She was pretty sure what he did in there. She'd heard the steady slap-slap of him. A boy would call it beating his meat. Jacking off. Whipping his clown. Sandra laughed at this one. She got up again, stretched slowly.
It was almost a ritual. She stood in the spot where Warren could see her best and started undressing. The excitement was there, like always. A part of her pretending that she was alone in the privacy of her own room. The other, naughty part knowing that a man's eyes were watching every move, seeing whatever she chose to show him.
Sandra knew that if it were anything like a real strip tease, she wouldn't've been able to pull off so much as a shoe. To actually undress in front of an audience was so against her natural shyness that she knew she wouldn't be able to do it if someone offered her a thousand dollars. In fact she considered herself somewhat of a tomboy. She liked sports, liked to horse around a lot. Aside from that football player her dating reputation was pretty straight-laced. She'd kissed some, necked some. But a boy too close made her nervous. She was hardly able to cope with her fantasies, her night dreams. And she'd always avoided touching herself. To try and make herself come seemed something like opening Pandora's box. She wasn't sure she wanted to let loose all those demons.
But this little charade, this little thing she did for her brother, was a very enjoyable excitement. It left her as innocent and guiltless as before. After all, what was she doing that was wrong? It was Warren who was peeking at her while he played with himself. The fact that she knew what was happening was only a tiny transgression. She was simply undressing for bed. Like all girls did. Could she help it if she had a horny brother who hid in her closet and watched?
Sandra undid her skirt and let it drop slowly. She'd become practiced at making it last. Slowly she stepped out of it and bent to pick it up. Then she got her bra loose and let the cups fall away from her breasts inch by tantalizing inch. Sure, it excited her too. And she could hear the steady thump of Warren doing terrible things to himself in the closet.
She draped the bra over the back of a chair and started to get down on the floor to do her nightly yoga. She always did it in her panties. Some of the positions were . . . well, they showed a lot. The positions showed more than she was ready to allow her own brother to see. But tonight she felt especially mischievous. And Warren had never seen her completely bareass naked. What if she gave him a quick thrill? Just a duple minutes worth.
Sandra sucked in a breath and hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties. She turned modestly away as she slid them down over her ass cheeks. The crotchband was damp and musky with her scent. The panties made a pale blue puddle at her ankles and she stepped out of them.
Sandra almost laughed. There was only silence from the closet now. Warren was probably just getting a good eyeful. Another song came from the phonograph. She did a little dance, turning and bouncing across her bedroom. She saw her reflection, saw her breasts jiggle. Her calves stood out hard as she tried a pirouette. And her lush dark triangle looked sexy even to her. As she whirled near the open closet door she heard Warren starting up again. She could imagine his fingers curled around his cock . . . whatever that looked like.
"Time for Yoga," she breathed to herself. She did a lotus first, legs crossed, her body sitting erect on the rug. Then she did a few other ones that stretched her leg muscles. She had to stand to do these, bending at the waist. Warren was probably seeing her cunt. But when Sandra decided to do the Cuckoo posture, she heard her brother moan. It was the first time he'd ever made so much noise. And she wasn't sure why. This posture didn't seem especially erotic. She started on her belly, face down, legs spread wide. Then she pushed herself up with her arms, her back curved, her mound still against the rug.
But she wasn't ready for what happened next. Warren burst out of the closet like a wildman! Before she could move, he fell across her body, his thighs between hers. She felt his hard cock thrust against her slightly parted cunt.
"Warren!"
"You knew I was in there all the time!" he gasped, grabbing her wrists, pinning them down on the floor as he pumped his body against hers. "You knew something like this was going to happen!" "Noooo!"
"You wanted it to happen ...
"Oh god . . . I'll scream! Warren, you get off me!"
"Go ahead and scream. Mom went to play cards with the Struthers. Cathy is studying at the University library."
"Emily!" Sandra squealed.
"Babysitting with Bonny Dexter ... " Warren kissed her shoulder, the nape of her neck. The sensations were so strange ... so tingly. And the heat of his stomach against the cheeks of her ass The muscular crush of him pressing her down into the rug. Sandra felt dizzy. Her mind spun wildly. Was this really happening? Her own brother trying to . . . to rape her?
"Warren . . . Ohhh god noooo!"
"I can't stop! I've been watching you for a long time. Ohh Sandy . . . just let me rub a little. I won't ... "
"You get up off me!" She struggled with every muscle she could muster. And for a little bit she thought she might twist free. But as strong as she was, Warren was stronger. And the hard shape that kept pressing against the underside of her body was starting to force her cunt lips apart. She tucked her hips down to protect herself from him.
Warren had been shoving her along the rug. Little by little Sandra was forced under the end of her bed, It was a low bed and when her chest was wedged tightly she felt more helpless than ever. That was when Warren took advantage of his post position. He grabbed her hips with both hands and forced her ass up from the rug. He was rooting under her now, trying to push his cock into the slick fever of her cunt!
"Don't do this, Warren!" She thrashed and kicked. Once she caught him with her heel, but Warren punched her and she had to stop and grit her teeth until the pain passed. He was really getting rough now. And with her body jammed under the bed halfway she couldn't really fight him very good at all.
But he would jump up in a second and tell her it was a big joke. Wouldn't he'? The pressure against her crevice increased. Warren was pumping his hips, thrusting the head of his cock into the flooding juices that dripped from her body.
"Oh Warren, you won't . . . you won't fuck me ... w-w-will you?"
"No Sandra baby, won't do that . . . just want to rub ... just want to love you." He shoved again and Sandra felt a tiny pain as her hole was stretched. For the first time she realized that she was in danger. Warren was lying. He meant to fuck her, really fuck her!
"Nooooo!" she shrieked, bucking violently. She managed to twist her body under him and scramble out from under the end of the bed. She was on hands and knees, crawling like crazy. Warren tackled her around the middle and they went down in a twisted tangle of arms and legs.
"I'm gonna get you, damnit!"
"Warren. You're my brother!" She beat against his chest but he shoved her fists aside and started kissing her breasts. Now her little game seemed to have become weird and scary. She'd known about her brother's interest in her nakedness for some time. But she hadn't realized the extremes he might take it to. And yet the touch of his wet lips against her quivering tits was doing things to her. Things she didn't want to happen.
"Ohhh, I feel so strange!" She caught at her brother's hair and tried to pull his lips away from her flesh. Warren was too strong. He grabbed her wrists again and got them behind her. Slowly he rolled her to the side. She felt him wrapping something around her arms. The silk scarf she'd had that day. As it tightened, she knew she would be helpless to use her arms against her brother's crazed attack.
"Please . . . nooooo!"
"Sandra . . . you smell so good ... ohh god, Sandra . . . god!"
He carried her to the bed and threw her across it. She kicked at him with both feet but he caught her ankles and threw her legs wide. Then he fell between them, fell against her body, His cock flopped heavily onto her belly. She knew that he could do it to her if he wanted. But the more she struggled, the more their skin rubbed together.
Sandra couldn't explain the shivery feelings she felt. She was scared and mad. But those pleasurable sensations kept intruding upon her consciousness. She'd never suspected that a male body would feel so good against her softness.
It hadn't been like that at all the night Art Tanner had talked her into getting his way. He hadn't even taken off his pants! And he'd just jerked up her skirt so he could push her panty crotch to the side. It had hurt more than anything and since there'd been no other body contact but Art's cock breaking her cherry. Sandra had really not experienced the act at all. She sure hadn't come or anything remotely like it.
But now she could feel her brother's hot flesh rubbing her belly, her legs, her breasts! Frantic with shame, she managed to get a hand down between their bodies. Again, Warren had pushed the feverish head of his cock into the juicy softness of her slit. And Sandra caught him just in time. As her trembling fingers wrapped around the rigid shaft, her brother had tried to force it into the muscular hollow that was the beginning of her hole.
"Nhhhaaaaaa!" she moaned, thrusting her hips to the side as she struggled to keep that thing from penetrating her.
"Let me, Sandra," Warren gasped, "I won't leave it in long . . . I just want to . "God Warren! You're my brother! How many times do I have to remind you?"
"It'll feel good, baby! I know it will. I can make you come!"
"I don't want to come," she cried, squeezing down even harder on his prick. The shaft throbbed powerfully in her grasp. It was so slender, so long! For an instant she imagined that streamlined crown sliding into her slick, hot pussy. She threw her head around violently, bucking under the muscular weight of her older brother.
"Please let me up, Warren! Please . . . please!"
"You've been doing your little strip for me for a long time. Don't you figure it's time for some of the real thing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! You know I sit in there in that damned closet and watch you take off your clothes. I've been doing it for months. How long did you think I'd be satisfied with that?"
"Warren . . . stop pushing so hard!" She could hardly hold him any longer. His cock had become slippery with her juices and her knuckles glistened with the flooding butter that kept pouring from her body. Even now he was managing to rub his tip against her clit. The light friction made her breathe funny. Tingles jolted up and down the insides of her thighs. Little by little her brother's cock was slipping through her fingers. She felt him grunt with victory as he sunk his fingers into the white softness of her ass cheeks. He was holding her still, positioning his prick against the clenched circle of her pussy.
"It's rape!" she gasped, too weak to scream. "You want it. You want it like I do!"
"Noooo . . . we're kin! Oh god in heaven, Warren, what's happened to you?"
"Just a little further . . . don't fight me, Sandra!"
"Nhhhhuuuhhhh . . . Ohhhb shit!" She was really losing her hold on him now. His shaft glided through her fingers as the head stretched back the opening to her hot insides. She bit her lip and bore down hard to keep her dainty opening shut against the throbbing intruder. But Warren was strong. He wanted what was hidden between her thighs. He wanted it worse than she had strength to resist.
Her arm cramped from trying to keep a grip on his prick. Then she let go with a sigh. Her body flopped weakly on the bed as she heard her brother give a growling laugh and steady her shivering bottom with his hands. Then his back went rigid and he drove his hips under and up. Her pussy was suddenly shoved full of hot cock. Sandra threw her head back, opened her mouth. But a weak little gasp was all that she could manage.
"Warren . . . damn you . . . Ohhhhh my god!" She could feel that flared ridge of his cocktip gouging deep into her body. It pushed her insides around, making room for the steely shaft behind. She couldn't think anymore. She could only feel that shape taking over the emptiness of her pussy. More hot juice dripped from her engorged labia.
And her nipples had become swollen and dark. Whenever Warren rubbed his hairy chest against them, Sandra let out a shuddery cry.
Now she was clutching his body with both hands. She'd lost all sense of time or place. She could only think of the withering pleasure that had taken over her body. It seemed to feed on her, to drain her complete attention. She couldn't do anything but flow with the power. She thrust her hips up as her brother began to fuck her again. He eased his cock almost all the way from her hole. As the bulging tip hung dripping at the muscular opening, she curled her fingernails into the meat of his ass, trying to pull him deep again.
"You like it, baby?"
"Yessssss!"
"Well I do, too" he groaned, "but I gotta quit. Or I'll put a baby in ...
"Ohh Warren . . . help me. I think I've lost my mind. I . . . I ... " She choked on the words. Her ass was flopping helplessly on the mattress. And she couldn't seem to get her brother's cock to go any deeper. He'd said something . . . something about babies. Everybody liked babies. Babies. babies, babies. She grunted hungrily, plunged her cunt up and down against the tumid cockhead that hung just out of reach.
"Sandra ... damnit! Let me get something. 1 can't cone in you."
"Come," she gasped, drooling onto the pillow. "Come . . . wanta come . . . gotta come!"
When her brother staggered up from the bed, Sandra felt confused. She moaned and rolled onto her belly. She thrust both hands down between her thighs and clawed at the seepy mess Warren had made of her cunt.
"Nhhhuuuuuh . . . Ohhhhmmmm!" she groaned, petting the sensitive place around her hole. Then, finding her clit with her thumb, she began to rub that too. Fire spread through her. It felt good. Not as good as Warren's cock sliding in and out. But good enough to get the job done. She saw Warren's shape looming close again. He had something that he was trying to roll down over his cock. It looked like a rubber. It was a rubber. Sandra pushed a finger up into her hole and wiggled it furiously. Her brother grabbed her hands and tried to roll her over onto her back again.
"Warren . . . Ohhh god . . . I'm gonna freak out!" The thoughts that had been swamped by her body's state of ecstasy were clear in her mind again. Her brother had been fucking her! Now he'd put on a rubber so he could fuck her some more! She kicked at his face but he wrestled her with overpowering strength. She was on her hands and knees, braced against him. He might be stronger but she could keep him from fucking her, couldn't she?
"Okay, damnit. If that's how you want it . . . !" Warren grabbed her waist with both hands and mounted her like a dog. Sandra let out a cry of surprise as she felt his cock brush down the crack of her ass. He pushed his thumb into her hole. Sandra jerked but her movements weren't fast enough. Warren replaced his thumb with the tip o his cock and thrust powerfully.
"Whhhuuuuuhh," she coughed, going down on her elbows from the force of the attack. Warren jerked again and she felt him ram deep. Her pussy convulsed around the hot, hard shape as if it was glad to be filled again. And she couldn't resist the tickly goodness of fucking. Babbling into the pillow. Sandra bobbed her cunt up and down, making circles as her brother speared her with slow, sensual rhythm.
Now her juices dribbled down the insides of her thighs as Warren held her hips firmly and searched with the swollen head of his cock. She could feel the shape of him easily. Getting it from behind made everything excruciatingly tight. Her tube almost seemed to be sucking at that hard, slender thing. As if it wanted what was inside his body. Thank god he's put on a rubber, Sandra thought. She felt dizzy, overcome with the powerful emotions of being mounted like an animal. Her ass was shoved high, her knees spread slightly. And she could hear the steady slippery sound of Warren's cock being pulled out and fucked in again. Into the velvet heat of her body his prick jabbed and jabbed. Then a sudden rush of excitement swelled into the hot, swollen mess of her outer parts. She bucked and gave a little cry of surprise. A glow of the most heavenly pleasure she'd ever experiencedburst through her loins.
"Huuuuuhhhnnn . . . Ohhhhh ... g-g-god!" "Sandra . . . Ohhh Jesus Christ it's good . . . I'm gonna come . . . I'm gonna come good!"
"Warren . . . Ohhh nooo . . . What's happening to me?"
Sandra folded. She flopped forward on her belly on the bed, her brother falling on top of her back. His cock was still plunging in and out of her pussy. The sucking, tight noise had become so loud now that she wondered if someone else in the house might hear the awful sin they were engaged in. But she still couldn't bring herself to stop. She rolled her ass around as her brother's rubber-sheathed prick dug deep. She felt him shiver and jerk and then he let out a tight gasp against her back. Again he shivered, grasping her hips so tight that it hurt. His cock seemed to throb powerfully inside the clasping tube of her pussy.
Then he froze. She smelled his sweat become acrid out of fear.
"Did you hear that?" he hissed. But Sandra could hear nothing but the thud of her own heart. "Somebody's knocking on the door of my room!"
Sandra heard the footsteps in the hall. Then the tap came at her door! She almost fainted. It was her mother! She swallowed, trying to get enough nerve to attempt an answer.
"Yes mother?"
"Can I come in?" There was a rustle in the hall. "I just wondered where your brother was. Have you seen Warren at all?"
"Warren?" Sandra almost squeaked with fear. "No . . . don't know where he is." She stopped to get her breath. Inside her spasming hole, her brother's cock had suddenly gone soft. It was lots smaller than before. He pulled from her body.
"Damn . . . rubber came off," he whispered.
"Oh no," Sandra breathed, clutching a hand between her legs.
"Is someone in there with you, dear?" her mother asked. Sandra saw the doorknob turn slightly. Thank god she'd locked it.
"Why no. I was just talking to myself." She sat up on the bed crosslegged. Warren was already ducking into the closet to get back to his room. Sandra found the open end of the rubber. But her fingers were so slippery she couldn't pull it out of her body. Trembling, `she managed to tie a knot to keep Warren's cum inside. Then she struggled up from the bed, threw her robe on and went to the door. Before she opened it, she saw that Warren had left a paper wrapper on the floor. She could guess what that was from, Quickly she wadded the strip of paper into her palm and then opened her bedroom door.
"Is something wrong, Sandra?" her mother asked, stepping into the room. "Your face is flushed."
Sandra managed to flop down on the bed again so that her mother wouldn't notice the dark spot where her body's fluids had leaked out during the wild lovemaking. Her mother was a tall, well-preserved woman. It wasn't easy to hide things from her. Sandra's heart pounded worse than it had while Warren had fucked her. Her mother sniffed, nostrils flared. Then the look of worry changed to one of understanding.
"Oh. Well Sandra, I think 1 know what you've been doing. All I can say is . . . a young girl should not let her passions rule her life completely. But please don't feel guilty about it. When I was young, I used to do it too."
Sandra couldn't look her mother in the eyes. But she could tell by the sound of her voice that she was blushing as she gave the advice. Some advice, Sandra thought. If her mother knew what had really been going on! If she knew that her son's rubber was still stuffed deep into her daughter's body. And it was full of hot cum too!
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you," her mother went on. Sandra thought she was just talking to cover her own uneasiness. "I guess a little experimentation is natural with girls your age. My gosh, I've gone and forgot what I came upstairs for ...
Sandra cleared her throat. She could almost feel that rubber inside her. What if it melted or some of her brother's sperm leaked out through the knot she'd made? She almost felt like excusing herself and running to the bathroom before it was too late.
"Oh yes," her mother finally said, "1 was looking for the TV guide and wondered if maybe Warren or you had brought it upstairs."
Sandra glanced up, shook her head. "I'm sure Warren doesn't have it either." She wasn't sure, but it would give her brother a few more minutes to get his story together.
"Well, I'll just keep looking." Her mother gave her an understanding smile before leaving her alone. Sandra quickly locked the door again and threw her bathrobe across a chair. Then she sat crosslegged on the bed and began to dig at her seeping slit. She circled the knotted end of the rubber around her forefinger and eased the slimy thing from her hole. It came out with a little pop and she held it up before her eyes. The slack, thin latex hung heavy with the fluid that filled the tip. Warren's cum looked milky but it was more translucent when the light hit it right. The knot was too difficult to undo, so Sandra took the rubber over to her desk to work on it. She found a needle, poked a tiny hole in the end and gently squeezed her brother's still-warm jizz out onto her finger. It was slick as she rubbed it against her thumb. The aroma was sharp and strange. But when she smelled it the second time there was something very exciting about that strangeness. She sucked in an excited breath and squeezed more onto her palm. As it dried, it left a thin film of slickness and then even that was gone. There was a faint odor left on her fingers. She played with the jizz for a few more minutes and then took it to the toilet and flushed it down.
But by the time she was back in her bedroom, she was shaking. Her brother had actually forced himself on her! The realization seemed to become more shocking by the minute instead of her getting used to the idea. She thought of incest as something that happened in poor families. Or among people that were too ignorant to know better. But her family was staid middle-class. And her brother had managed to slide his cock into her body and she'd liked it! She hated to admit that but it was true. It had been the second time in her life she'd fucked a guy. And it had been glorious. It had wiped her out! Even now she was thinking of Warren. How he looked. How his chest felt crushing her down.
"God help me." she murmured. "Maybe I should be seeing a psychiatrist." But she knew that was out of the question. Even if the family could afford for her to see a shrink, how could she ever tell him what had happened?
"Maybe I'm not really twisted," she said to herself. "Maybe I was just horny." This explanation didn't satisfy her either. But it was all she had at the moment. And life was going on whether she fucked her brother or not. She closed and locked her closet door. At least she could stop giving him free floor shows. She'd been more at fault than he had when it came down to actual fact. She'd known he watched her. And yet she'd gone on with her little game, dangerous as it was.
"I think I am kinda crazy," she said to the room. Then she lay on her bed and tried to forget that the pleasurable glow around her pussy had been caused by her brother Warren's plunging, fucking cock. Would she ever, ever let him do anything like that again? Though a part of her was repulsed by the idea of fornication with her brother, she couldn't honestly say she would be able to resist that gloriously delicious sensation. The sensation of a hot, tumid cock sliding up into her body. As wrong as she knew it was, she was remembering the details, dwelling on each electrifying moment Warren had been with her.
God help me," she breathed. But her voice was alone in the cubicle of her solitary room.