Chapter 6
"Here, I'll take it," Susan said when Johnny tied the open end of his rubber and started to put it in his pocket. "We can't leave anything around to give us away, that's for sure."
"I was just gonna drop it in the toilet upstairs," Johnny said, handing her the blood-smeared condom. Inside it Susan could see the milky stuff that had been so close to her womb. It made her shiver to realize the potency of that innocent-looking cream, but something abou it thrilled her even more. She could think of nothing else until she could be alone. The memory of Bryan's cum in her mouth was a vivid one
"Maybe I'd better go on upstairs first," Johnny said, pulling up his pants. He seemed a little frightened now that he'd gone through with the dastardly deed. Susan smiled agreement
"Yeah, I'll follow in a few minutes." Her fingers tightened around the warm rubber. "You go on."
When Johnny had made his way up the stairs, Susan straightened her dress and pulled the shoulder straps up so that her young breasts were covered once again. Her skin was still tingling from the lovely fucking she'd had. She didn't feel that much different really. Except for a dull ache between her thighs where her brother's slender cock had pushed deep. And the sting where the rest of her cherry had been torn. She wasn't bleeding anymore but there was a smear on the inside of her thigh which told the story. Her cherry had really had it this time. She'd been had! Wonderfully, thoroughly had! But then how could she be sure? It was only her first time
"Is it possible that it could be any better?" Once again she found herself thinking of her older brother. Bryan had done things to her that night that had been very thrilling. And when he'd put his cock in her mouth, she'd sucked it gladly. Would she fuck him just as gladly? Her immature little pussy had been stretched to the limit when Johnny had dorked her. Was it physically possible to take Bryan's oversized penis? She trembled with excitement just to think of it. But the rubber in her palm drew her attention again. She got to her feet and let the cum-laden thing swing back and forth before her eyes
"Nobody'll know if I do it," she whispered, thrilled by the daring of her plan. Putting the little nipple of the reservoir tip against her bottom lip, she sucked it in. It felt so thin between her teeth as she sawed back and forth against it. As it began to tear, she began to pant. Her heart raced. The tear was big enough now. She closed her thighs where she stood, rocking her hips to feel the softly erotic afterglow of the fucking she'd had. Then her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on the broken tip of the rubber
Johnny's hot cream oozed in onto her tongue and she lapped it hungrily, her clit throbbing as if it wanted the slippery, flat-tasting stuff. There was more than she'd first thought. She nursed the broken rubber, tasting her brother's cum thoroughly, smearing it against the roof of her mouth. Finally she gulped the curds down noisily, her eyes half-lidded with the pleasure of drinking. A small droplet leaked down her chin and she scooped that with a forefinger and sucked the rich fluid off
"There! It's such lovely stuff, I couldn't dream of throwing it away. I'll bet it's good for you too."
When she came out of the basement storeroom, no one seemed to be missing her. She went on to help her brother behind the bar, each of them giving the other a hot glance and a smile
"When do you want to do it again?" Johnny whispered when he passed her on hisway to the beer cooler
"I don't know. I've got to do some thinking." Actually, Susan was dying to do it again. She just didn't want to come on like a nymphomaniac. She didn't think it quite proper to run and jump in bed immediately after such an intense experience as she'd shared with Johnny
When she took a break, a couple of young men asked Susan to dance. She obliged, but only because it would seem strange not to. One guy held her tight and came on like he was god's gift to women. She pretended to be bored. It didn't take much of an act because she was more than turned off by his come-on
Another fellow danced with her afterwards and though he was shy and reticent, Susan found herself just as bored. Where the first fellow had angered her, this one didn't have anything going. When she saw him trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts, she smiled and thought of how nicely Johnny had nibbled at them only an hour before. She giggled at the thought of telling her dance partner that she'd just made it with her very own brother
"What's the joke?" he asked
"You wouldn't understand," she giggled again. "I'm tired, do you mind?"
Alone, Susan opened herself a beer and went down the hall that led to the part of the hotel where Bryan lived. She hadn't seen him and something made her gravitate in that direction. She heard her brother's voice first, then that of his wife Joan
"You're just a horny goat," Joan whined. They were in a bedroom, the door cracked half a foot so that light poured into the hall
"I could jerk it out before it was too late," Bryan said. Susan gulped from her beer and looked both ways. She could leave discreetly or indiscreetly listen. She decided to listen
She pressed herself against the wall and slid close. She saw more than she'd reckoned for. Joan was naked from the waist up and Bryan was kissing his wife's big breasts. As he licked the pink nipples, they seemed to extend from the soft-hued areolas. Joan was obviously enjoying it. And she was just as obviously trying to keep from having fun. Bryan was naked, his back turned to the door
"Bryan, control yourself, can't you? You know how I feel about all this."
"You don't like cum on your belly." Bryan's look was angry
"It's—not very civilized, you'll have to admit that."
"Oh, Jesus, who gives a damn about being civilized. I haven't made love to you in months. What would it matter if I spilled a little seed on your perfect tummy? It's not poison, you know."
"And anyway," Joan went on, tuggin nervously at her short blond hair, "Doing that is a kind of contraceptive method. The church doesn't—"
"The church doesn't have any business in our bedroom," Bryan said. He was really getting angry now. But as he turned slightly, Susan saw that his anger had not diminished his excitement
When Bryan had been with her in Cathy's darkened room, Susan had felt him more than anything else. During the lightning streaks, she'd glimpsed the size of his cock and having it in her hands and mouth had made a lasting memory of his hugeness. But seeing him standing there in the lighted room made her heart lurch now
"God, he's hung like a pony!" There was fear mixed with desire. Her cunt went mushy and she felt it leaking juice into her panties
"Please, Bryan," Joan said, trying to turn away. "I was just dressing. If you don't mind—"
"Maybe you don't understand just how badly I need you," Bryan growled. He grabbed Joan's skirt and jerked it. Susan saw her sister-in-law fall away from her husband and stumble towards the bed. He pushed her down on it and jerked her skirt the rest of the way off. Joan was up almost as soon as she'd touched the mattress but Bryan grabbed her wrists and forced her down again. Susan was so excited, she almost dropped her beer on the floor. The jiggling of her sister-in-law's breasts and her anguished look made the scene all the more exotic. "You've held back on me long enough," Bryan hissed. He pinned Joan and worked his hips between her thighs. But she fought frantically, biting and kicking and whimpering. To see Bryan's wife behaving like that made Susan's eyes widen. She couldn't help but imagine herself being taken like that!
"Damn you!" Joan groaned, bucking as her husband tried to find her cunt. "I won't let you! I won't, I won't!"
Bryan had grabbed the tie from his wife's robe now. He rolled her onto her back and tied her wrists behind her. Then he went to work on her ankles. It wasn't easy. Susan could tell that Joan was dead serious about not wanting to fuck. It was hard to imagine someone not wanting to do something that felt so good. But though she never stopped struggling, Joan wasn't nearly so strong as her husband. Bryan tied both her ankles to the bedposts and wiggled between her stretched legs
"You animal!" Joan cried, trying to bite him. He pulled a pillowcase between her teeth and bound it behind her head. Susan trembled as she saw him jack his cockskin to get it good and hard again. Then he rubbed it up and down in the shiny crevice of his wife's cunt. Once again, Susan was remembering how it had felt when Johnny had done that to her. And she remembered Bryan's lips against her pussy too. The night he had mistaken her for Cathy
"Uhhhh," Joan groaned as Bryan massaged her clit with his cocktip. He mashed the tender nub down in its juices. Susan could see how swollen Joan was already. And her brother's glans was dark when he pulled the foreskin back to expose the whole barb. He pushed it down Joan's crevice and then his back humped as his hips came forward. Joan's scream was cut off in the middle. Now instead of her squalling, Susan could hear the wet suck of a female cunt that was being stuffed full of very erect cockflesh. The sound grew louder as Bryan pumped in and out, spearing deeper, deeper into the velvety heat
"Yeah, now that's what I wanted," he grunted, licking his wife's cheek. She squalled again but the pillowcase in her mouth muffled the sound. She jerked at her wrists and ankles by but she was caught. Her big breasts quivered as Bryan slammed his hips forward again. He was driving that huge cock of his into her like a slippery stake. Susan could almost feel it going into her own young pussy. She knew she should feel ashamed for wanting her own brother to have her. But she couldn't shake the idea. Not since he'd mauled her lovingly with his mouth that stormy night
"Uhh, uhhhh," Joan groaned, becoming excited despite herself. It was that big hot prick that was doing it, Susan knew. Something like that couldn't help but excite a woman. It was probably as hot as fever and the head would gouge and drag at a girl's insides until she was half crazy
"I'd better get out of here," Susan whispered to herself. Her cunt was throbbing almost as badly as it had when Johnny had fooled with her in the basement storeroom. She wanted to finger herself or rub her cunt against something sharp. Then she looked down at the empty beer bottle in her hand. With a whimper, she pushed the thing under her dress and stretched her pantycrotch to the side with trembling fingers
"Ohhhh, Bryan, don't do this! Don't do this to me!"
"I oughta give you a baby," he laughed, "just to blow your mind."
"Nhhhhaaah," Joan babbled, writhing against her bonds. Susan had touched the open mouth of the beer bottle against her dripping folds now. The bottle was the long-necked old fashioned kind and as she forced it into her hole, her muscles squeezed at it like it was a real cock. She wiggled her hips, leaning against the wall for support
"Ohhhh," she sighed, half closing her eyes. Then she looked at her brother again, looked at the heavy swing of his balls as they bumped the underside of Joan's ass cheeks. His cock was smeared with his wife's juices when he pulled it back. Susan found herself wishing those were her juices on his flesh
"No," she scolded herself. "What an awful thing to think." But hadn't she let Bryan eat her out without telling him who she really was? And hadn't she gladly, hungrily eaten his hot cum? She'd sucked his cock and pretended all the while that she was Cathy. How could she suddenly become prudish after something so wickedly carnal as that? But nonetheless, she knew it was wrong. It was incest!
"Ohhh, he's so big and stiff looking! God, I would suck him again. I think I'd do anything he wanted." She pushed the beer bottle up into her vagina. Her insides pulled strongly at the shape and though it wasn't anything so nice as Johnny's cock had been, it was hard and long and stiff
Her cunt dripped and as she forced the bottle in and out, a wet, sliding sound made her tremble and lick her lips. There was nothing to match the sounds of sex! She was learning to love them, to want to hear them all the time. In the bedroom, Bryan's cock was making such sounds. It slid to the hilt into Joan's quivering body and when he pulled it out, Susan could see her sister-in-law's delicate flesh being pulled back too. Even Joan was having a hard time taking it all. What a cock he had!
"You bitch," Bryan said, growling. His hands slid under his wife's plush ass and he plunged faster. Joan threw her head around and her eyes were wide with panic. Susan knew that she didn't want her husband to put a baby in her stomach. She feared that more than anything
"Nhhhhuuhhh," Susan whimpered, grasping the bottle harder as she thrust it straight up into her pussy. She had spraddled her legs for support and she leaned against the wall with one hand as her other hand worked under the modest drape of her dress
But then there was a muffled groan from Bryan and Susan looked through the partly open door to see what had happened. Bryan moaned again and tried to fend off the blows from Joan's fist. She'd pulled one hand loose and she was beating on him with all the force she could muster. Bryan covered up and rolled to the side, his cock sliding out of his wife's cunt with a slurpy sound. She jerked the pillowcase from her mouth and went after him with a vengeance
"Easy baby, you're gonna hurt yourself."
"I just want to hurt you!" She got her other hand free as Bryan protected himself. Though Susan was getting close to an orgasm, she jerked the bottle from her hole and staggered down the hall towards a bathroom. She couldn't risk being discovered. And the way Joan was going after Bryan, he might come running out of the bedroom any second
Trembling with the tension and excitement of it all, Susan jerked down her panties and squirted hot pee into the toilet. She was still panting, still thinking of how beautiful and big Bryan's cock had looked. The very same cock she'd cradled on her tongue. The thought made her feel faint. Was all this really happening to her? Yes, it was. And she wanted more of the same
By the time she'd straightened herself up and sauntered back out front where the dance was starting to wind down, Bryan was helping behind the bar again. By the way his pants were bulging, Susan was certain that the poor guy hadn't managed to get what he'd wanted so badly. And when Joan appeared a few minutes later, her angry face told the rest of the story. She rubbed the places on her wrist where her husband had tied her. Then she gave him an evil look and went back to the kitchen
Susan helped out by cleaning up empty glasses and wiping tables. The crowd was thinning out pretty fast. A few local barflies hung at the bar, looking sadly at their last drinks. Susan couldn't keep her eyes off Bryan. He seemed so lost, so frustrated. And when it came right down to it, she was frustrated too. She couldn't forget what he'd done to her that night in Cathy's room. After knowing how good at sex Bryan was, after seeing his cock going into Joan, Susan wanted him for herself. As wicked as the idea was, she couldn't turn loose of it. She'd watched the young barmaid get a good going over from her older brother. And she felt envious that she couldn't have him in the same, intimate way
"I'm just sixteen," she told herself. "I've got to quit thinking these things." But the more she watched Bryan drift aimlessly around the hotel bar, the more she wanted to reach out for him
At last there were no more customers and she was helping clean up the tables and put the chairs onto them so the place could be swept later. Bryan got a bottle and a glass and sat in a dark corner booth. Though Susan knew she shouldn't really hang around him anymore that night, she couldn't just go up to her room. She got a bottle of beer and slid into the booth too
"You look pretty gloomy," she said, pretending she had no idea of what was troubling him
"Why don't you go on up to bed," he told her. "I can finish up down here."
"I'm not especially sleepy." She sipped her beer. His thigh was so close to hers. She wanted to reach out and touch him. But she couldn't so much as pretend affection. She remembered his reaction when she'd come on a little earlier. And if Bryan really knew who it had been in Cathy's room that night, she wondered if he might not freak out completely. He wasn't as carefree as Johnny. He took things more seriously
"Maybe if we danced it would make you feel better."
Bryan gave her a funny look. But before he could refuse, Susan bobbed up and hurried across the room to plug a quarter in the juke box. She pulled her big brother up by the hand and he took her in his arms. They danced a slow, country tune and Susan loved it. She didn't want to push, but she couldn't help letting her thighs rub his as they whirled around
Bryan had never lost his erection, not since Joan had finally escaped his lust earlier that evening. And now as her leg brushed him again, Susan wondered if maybe he was a little stiffer, a little thicker. She could certainly see the bulging shape trapped between his pants and his thigh. It had escaped his underwear and it seemed to want to burst through that last layer of clothing. Susan fantasized it in her hand. She would squeeze it until Bryan's wouldn't let her stop, if only he'd let her
"I guess I'm not much in the mood for dancing," he said, heading for the table again. Susan squirmed in next to him and put her hand on his thigh in a casual way. It was no accident that her fingers were only scant inches away from that lump she had come to adore. Bryan let her keep her palm there
"You and Joan don't get along too well, do you?"
"Nope."
"And you must miss Cathy too," she went on
"How'd you know about that? Did Cathy tell-"
"No, Cathy didn't say anything to me." She shrugged. "Just call it."
"Yeah, a woman's intuition. That seems to explain it too easily though."
Susan let her fingers slide closer to that throbbing lump in Bryan's pants. She was half crazy with wanting to jump on it and squeeze the head until her brother groaned with pleasure. But it was like leading a child down the path of wickedness. He was so straightlaced when it came to certain things. He'd take on Cathy without a second thought. But to have sex with his own sister— "Did you enjoy Cathy the night of the storm?" she asked. At last her forefinger had found his swollen glans. She tapped it and then slowly petted the throbbing knob while Bryan's eyes widened. He was too shocked to stop her
"Enjoy Cathy? The night of the storm?" He swallowed hard and took another drink. "How'd you know about that?"
Now it was Susan's turn to blush. She bit her lip. She could tell him, tell it all to him now. But there was the chance that he'd freak out and leave her and condemn her for the wicked, perverse scene. Maybe it was a chance she had to take. But her timing would have to be perfect to bring it off
Susan had found her brother's fly. She grasped the zipper tab and as she turned to him, she gave it a quick yank
"The reason I knew what happened that night," she whispered, "is because Cathy wasn't here. She'd already left to visit her mother. You thought she left the following morning, right?"
"Yeah—" Bryan pushed a hand through his brown curly hair. He seemed only partly aware that his pants had been unzipped and that his young sister was groping under his skivvies. Susan found the head of his cock quickly and her long, thin fingers curled around it. Bryan knew now and the shock on his face was obvious. "But if it wasn't Cathy then, who?"
"Me," Susan murmured, her eyes dreamy. Her fingers squeezed his cocktip rhythmically. She knew that this was the crucial moment. If Bryan let her keep doing that, if he stayed instead of running away, she'd have him. She tilted her mouth up close to his, half closing her long lashes. He sighed and seemed to stiffen. The battle inside of him raged for only a moment or two. Then he sagged and pulled her up against him. His tongue went into her mouth and she squeezed his cock again and whimpered with joy
"That was your cunt I was eating," he said, his mind blown
"Yes!" Susan whimpered, jacking his foreskin up and down over his glans. "Ohhhh, yes, and I loved it."
"Susy, god damn!" She nuzzled her wet mouth against his neck, not giving him time to feel guilty, not giving him room to back out. "And remember what I did to you?" "I can't hardly believe it," he groaned. "You sucked my cock! I thought, I didn't know—" "I knew. I wanted it. I wanted to eat your—" "Hey, we can't even think about this." "I know, let's not think about it. Let's do it."
Susan had his penis out from the tangle of his skivvies now. She lowered her head under the table and curled her tongue around the exposed tip. It was slippery from being covered by her brother's glans. It had a meaty, musky taste and she let her bottom lip slide along under the two lobes. Those bumps seemed extra sensitive and she petted them teasingly as her tongue petted and caressed Bryan's feverish glans. He held her head gently as if he didn't quite know how to behave with his sister. It amused her. That night he'd thought she was Cathy, he hadn't had a bit of trouble with technique
As she sucked on him, Susan realized that she was hungry for cum. That rubberful of Johnny's had just titillated her appetite. And she knew how rich and creamy Bryan's stuff was! She couldn't wait until she had a mouthful. She slipped down under the table so she could get to him better. He resisted only slightly now. The soft, suckling warmth of her mouth was too much for him
"Susy, ohhhhh, god!"
"Mmmmmuuhhh," she moaned, her lips clasping wetly around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down furiously. She didn't want to tease him or string him out this time. She just wanted to eat! She wanted to fill her tummy with that hot gism! She wanted to hear him cry out when he came and she wanted to lap up every last drop
The sucking sound of her mouth on him excited her. Her cunt swelled outward like a blooming flower against the nylon of her panties. She slid a finger down to tease herself while she gave her brother head. He squirmed his ass around on the seat and she heard a glass go onto its side on the tabletop above her
"Honey, Susy, if you don't stop I'm gonna lose it!"
Susan knew she'd been sucking on him for only a couple of minutes. But already the throbbing pulse of his body told her it would be just seconds more. She knew that Bryan was still feeling wrong about having his little sister's hungry mouth sliding up and down his rigid cock. But she couldn't give him a second to consider how naughty she was or how taboo was their intimacy. Her tongue-tip flicked and danced against the underside of his barb now as she made soft cooing sounds and massaged his heavy balls to give up their hot sap
"Susan, baby, you can't do this!" Bryan grabbed her head as if to pull her away. But a shudder went through his body and he made a growling sound. Susan sucked furiously now, the saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth as she pulled at the feverish shape that filled her mouth. Another shudder went through her brother. His fingers slid down her cheeks and he touched the place where his prick disappeared between her lips. Then he bucked on the seat and his cocktip thumped the roof of her mouth
Hot cum sprayed her throat. Thick spurts boiled from the tip and oozed over her tongue. Susan pulled strongly at the jetting cocktip, her cheeks sucked in sharply against it. But she couldn't quite swallow Bryan's foamy gism down fast enough. A white dribble erupted from one nostril, leaking across her lips again. She curled her tongue to get it all
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, Susy! Ohhhh, Christ!"
"Mmmuuhh, muuuuuhh," she cooed, her head rising and falling with a rhythmic sexiness that seemed to work best. Her brother's cock had extended to its full length now and she forced her lips down over as much of it as she could without gagging. The head pushed her tonsils apart and slid into her throat. But she could only keep it there for a second or two
"Ghhhaaaahh!" she choked, drinking his cum
"Susseeeeee!"
Now his spasms were coming with excruciating slowness. Susan slowed her tongue and made her lips and cheeks caress her brother's penis as lightly as possible. He writhed around in the booth like he wanted to tear it down. Another glass rolled off the table and onto the floor. She was really into her sucking and as she milked the hot cream from Bryan's balls, some of it leaked in long strings from her chin. The dribble of white from her nostrils had thickened too. It was better than a chocolate sundae, and she wanted as much as she could gulp down
"Stop, baby, ohhh, stop, Susy, baby!" Bryan moaned at last. His cock was still very erect inside her mouth, but no more gism was oozing out now. She stopped licking him and eased her lips away with a smack. He pulled her up into the booth , again and looked at her with affection
"My own sister," he mumbled. Susan beamed, her long lashes fluttering. Her mouth was shiny with cum and she hadn't bothered to wipe the drips from her nostrils or the glistening droplets from her chin
"I'm only just beginning," she whispered to him in her sexiest voice
"If Joan found out—"
"She'd have me shot. Or put in a mental institution. She scares me." Susan smiled again. "But she doesn't scare me enough to make me stop. I want you Bryan! I want you to be my lover."
Bryan staggered up and went to the bar to get himself a drink. He decided on a slug out of the bottle instead. Susan drifted over and hugged her arms around his middle. His pants were cummy where she'd made such a sloppy mess of his cock. She was happy that she'd really taken care of business. Because now that he knew it had been her that night, Bryan wouldn't be able to keep away from her. She was sure of it
"I'm going to my room. Aren't you coming up in a little while?"
"I-can't." He slugged bourbon. "I just can't."
"But we could make love. Wonderful love!" By the look on Bryan's face she knew he was remembering how tight she'd been when he'd put a finger in her and fucked her with his tongue. Bryan didn't know of course that since then, Johnny had broken what was left of her cherry. Even with that she was still very tight. And he knew that fucking his sister would be the final wickedness
But when he turned and hurried out of the bar and down the hall towards his own room, she let him go. Her cunt ached for loving but she let him go. Susan had a plan. It wasn't very complicated. And she smiled to herself as she thought of how she'd get him to want her more and more until— "I'll have him yet. I'll have my own brother."