Chapter 9
The fat cock rammed into Joss's cunt with brutal force. It was all the girl could do not to cry out insanely. Not just from the way the mammoth cock stretched the membranes of her pussy almost to the point of tearing, or even from the agony in her viciously-whipped ass the furious fucking rubbed it around on the carpeted floor of the rapidly-moving van-but from the fact that the mighty cock raping her cunt so eagerly belonged to her own brother Doug!
When they'd stopped at the darkened street-corner to pick up her latest customer, she'd felt an awful premonition. What would this one be like? She couldn't imagine anything much worse than being raped by a Doberman pinscher-but she had a terrible idea Phil, or at least Greg, would be able to come up with something!
Then the van's doors had opened, and she'd found herself staring into her brother's face.
He hadn't seemed surprised to see her there. Nor did any acknowledgement flicker in his eyes. He merely looked over her full-boobed nakedness with an almost professional detachment and nodded to Phil, who stood eagerly by his side. "She'll do."
"Glad you like her, Bret," Phil had said. The black despair building inside Joss dissipated suddenly. She had felt horrid fears that her brother was coming just to torment her. Now she realized that her captors had no idea he was her brother-they thought he was just another horny high school kid willing to pay for a crack at their captive cunt.
She was about to be rescued!
Or was she? Her brother had tied her wrists behind her with such sadistic lust that she found herself wondering if it were just an act. She remembered the way her father, who had coddled and loved her for as long as she could remember, had turned abruptly into a slavering monster intent on whipping her and then using her shrinking nude body to satisfy his vilest desires. Could the same madness have gripped her brother?
She was almost convinced of it when he took off his belt and used it on her ass. It felt as if he meant to skin her buttcheeks alive. There was no acting in her frantic, agonized screams-the whipping was unbearably painful.
But not as unbearable as the knowledge that Doug, her own brother, whom she had fallen in love with as he'd eaten her then-virgin pussy, had turned on her.
The belt had risen and fallen on her naked ass until it was glowing red. Then Doug had tossed it aside and torn open his jeans. He'd grabbed her arms and rolled her on her back. With no further preliminaries he'd began thrusting his big cock in and out of her cunt as hard as he could.
At first the huge cock plunging in and out of Joss's cunt had been agony almost as sheer as the pain in her flagellated butt. But a fatalistic feeling had slowly overtaken the girl. What did it matter? All was lost now. Her last hope, the last spark of love and sympathy that existed for her in the world had been extinguished by her brother's inexplicable betrayal. But the chemistry between them, that had first led her to seduce him into incest after a shower, that was still there. He was still the most incredibly desirable man she'd ever known.
So why not enjoy it?
Of its own accord her pussy had begun to water. The painful sensation of the cock-thrusting was replaced by the slick ease of a prick fucking a well-lubricated cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she murmured, over and over, wrapping her long legs around his waist to pull his cock ever deeper into her cunt with each penetration.
His big hands massaged her jugs, and she thought she sensed a trace of his former tenderness there. Maybe she'd just gotten used to rough treatment, but the crushing of her boobs added vastly to the pleasure of having his cock inside her once more. He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Her own came out to wrestle with it.
As their tongues twined and her pussy hungrily swallowed Doug's cock, she realized that she still loved him fiercely. I don't know why, she thought. I should hate you as I hate our father. But there's just something about you, my darling brother. Something I could never resist no matter what you did to me!
The tightening of her pussy muscles took her utterly by surprise. She was completely immersed in the kiss, in feeling his hands maul her jugs, in savoring the pounding of his cock into her pussy. Then she was coming, uncontrollably, wildly, moaning and sobbing against his tongue, wagging her butt like the tail of a dog. Velvet fingers seemed to close on Doug's cock as his lovely sister came.
His prick exploded into her, firing his jism deep into her cunt.
"Sounds like they're getting pretty wild back there," Phil said to Greg. Greg looked over his shoulder and laughed.
Hot come filled Joss's cunt tunnel. Doug's prick fucked wetly in and out of her gooey cunt. The white sperm bubbled out around the shaft of his cock and ran stingingly down her asscheeks.
Brother and sister fucked until the last of the come stored in Doug's balls was long gone. And still they fucked-and came. It seemed to Joss that the sweet madness of their shared climax went on and on.
But finally it ended. Doug took his tongue from her mouth, kissed her lips, pushed himself up. She sighed brokenly at the feeling of his cock shifting inside her tender pussy.
"Hey, Greg," she heard her brother say. "This little slut's not too good. Lend me your belt, will you? I wanna liven her up a bit."
This was just too much. "Oh, Doug!" she shrieked, heedless now of whether she blew her brother's cover or not. "How could you!"
No one seemed to notice that she'd blurted a name other than the one her brother had given her captors. Greg was feeding his heavy leather belt out of the loops of his jeans. "Here," he said. "This oughta do the job." He handed it to Doug by the buckle. The buckle was cast brass, big and massive.
Greg sat down. Doug pulled his cock out of his sister's cunt. It uncorked a river of cunt honey laced with white strands of come that ran sloppily out onto her thighs. She looked up at him as he pulled himself to a seated position. There was supplication in her eyes.
He was wrapping the belt around his right hand, so that about eight inches of it hung from his fist, weighted down by the enormous buckle. What is he going to do? she wondered in sick horror.
She found out. "Doug?" she heard Greg say from the front seat. "Hey, isn't that-holy fucking Christ!"
He came out of his seat, turning toward Doug, lunging for him. Doug met him with the belt swung with all the force of his thick right arm. The buckle laid the black-haired youth's face open from his right eyebrow to the corner of his mouth and pulped his cheekbone. Greg went back with a shrill choking scream, his face a mask of blood. He fell against Phil.
The van swerved crazily. "What the fuck?" Phil cried out. Doug slugged him too. The sandy-haired youth clung to consciousness. His hand went under the dash, came up with a small pistol. Joss screamed.
Her brother smashed Phil's wrist with the belt buckle. The van was running on the shoulder of the road, throwing up great showers of gravel that pelted against the side of the van like rain. As Phil howled with pain Doug pushed past him, yanked open his door, and sent the driver sprawling out onto the asphalt rolling by at seventy-five miles an hour.
Greg was cradling his face in his hands, lying across the engine housing. Doug sent him into the night to join his friend in a broken bloody smear on the pavement. Then he slid into the driver's seat and wrestled the van back under control.
Jocelyn fainted.
The teenager's shirt was open to reveal two big, bare boobs. At the moment they were flattened against a pair of blue-jean covered thighs. She was holding a thick, upright cock with both hands and laving her tongue all around the broad dark head of the cock.
"You do that so well, Sis," her brother said, patting her auburn hair. She smiled briefly up at him, then returned to licking his cock. The road hissed by underneath their tires.
She was where she wanted to be. Always.