Chapter 5
Carol was halfway through her fourth vodka martini when she heard his voice. Glancing over from the booth in which she slumped, she saw him sitting at the bar telling anybody who'd listen what he thought of women. That they were all bitches no man could trust. No damn good.
It was her brother Greg. She winced, knowing that he was really complaining about her to this roomful of strangers. Letting off steam because she'd stood him up today.
"C'mon, mac, pipe down, the bartender said, trying to keep Greg in line. "We all got our problems, you know. Yours ain't no worse than no one else's in this dump."
"Aw shit, gimme a drink then," Greg slurred.
The bartender looked him over. "I dunno," he said with narrowing eyes. "You act like maybe you had your share of booze somewhere else."
"What if I have?" Greg blustered. "It's a free country. Man can be drunk or sober as he pleases."
"Not quite, buddy," the bartender snapped. "There's a law against serving people who're already drunk, and it looks like to me you fill the bill. I got a license to protect. Besides, clowns like you are bad for business. I let you run your mouth, and this place'll clear out like somebody yelled fire. Why don't you just take a walk, pal?"
Greg leaned across the bar so he was jaw to jaw with the bartender. "You and who else's gonna make me leave?"
"You're tempting me, chump, really tempting me," the bartender hissed, clenching his fists. "Nothing I'd like better than kicking your ass around the block."
"Just try it, shithead," Greg challenged. "No, no," the bartender reined himself in. "I ain't stayed in business this long doing everything I'd like to do. So you just sit right there, mac, and keep shooting your face off for as long as it takes for the cops to get here. I'll let them take care of you. After all, hell, what'm I paying 'em off for in the first place?"
The bartender went to the phone to call the police. Greg sat there and thought about his next move. Everybody else in the bar watched and waited, anxious for the disturbance to end so they could go back to their silent drinking.
In the latter group was Carol, hoping that her brother wouldn't spot her before the cops arrived to haul him away. All she needed, she cautioned herself, was the nerve to sit tight, and it would all be over soon. She was wrong;
Greg slid from the bar stool and lurched towards the men's room. He passed Carol's booth. She tried to blend with the shadows, but there was something in her brother's expression when he briefly looked her way that made her blood run cold.
Staggering on to the John, Greg went inside to take a leak. When he came back out, his face was etched with thought, as he tried to make some sort of mental connection. He shuffled forward, then stopped, staring toward Carol's booth. If it was possible for a man to sober up immediately after an afternoon of steady drinking, he'd just done it.
"Christ, he's recognized me," Carol whispered in a tiny voice. But it was so quiet in the bar that, everyone heard her.
"Bitch!" Greg hollered, charging the booth like an enraged bull.
Carol jumped up and started to run. Her brother chased her. Just then, a couple of cops came through the door. Carol darted between them, causing them to sway. Before they could regain their balance, Greg charged into them and knocked them down, then disappeared in pursuit of his fleeing sister.
Running along the street, Carol called to passers-by for help. They either ignored her or looked at her as if she were crazy, even with Greg hot on her heels.
Carol spotted an alley and took a chance that its darkness might conceal her while she slipped over to the next street. She ducked into it and quickly realized her mistake. The other end was walled off, leaving no escape. And when she turned around toward the entrance, there was her brothers familiar form blocking the only way out. She was trapped.
"I know you're in there, Sis," Greg rumbled. "Yes sir, got you right where I want you to teach you the lesson you deserve for not fucking me this afternoon. Don't think I haven't figured out that you were cheating on me. And now you're gonna pay."
Carol said nothing, cowering in the black corridor as she realized her brother was out of his head with jealousy.
"Who was he, Sis?" Greg seethed. "Whose cock did you want to suck and fuck more than mine?"
Carol knew there was no reasoning with her brother. All she could do was make a break for it and hope to catch him off balance so she could get by him.
She charged. But it was futile. Carol might as well have headed the opposite way and run into the brick wall at the other end of the alley. Greg stopped her cold, gathering her up in his arms so her feet left the ground.
Carol kicked and struggled. Greg laughed bitterly at her.
"Go ahead, fight me, Sis," he rasped, his breath sour with cheap whiskey. "It'll just make what I plan to do to you more interesting."
"Wha-what's that?" Carol stammered.
"Rape hell out of you," Greg said with icy menace. "How's that sound, Sis? Ought to put some sense in you. Remind you that I can fuck you anytime I want to. 'Cause, Sis, I own you. Have ever since we were kids. Own you!"
He shoved Carol away so she landed in front of him, her legs spread from the impact of the fall. He stuck his foot under the hem of her skirt and flicked it up so her yellow panties and pale thighs shone in the early evening moonlight.
"Show me your pussy, Sis," Greg commanded. "Give me a hard-on."
"Go to hell!" Carol spat in a sudden burst of courage. "It's over between us, Greg. You've seen my pussy for the last time."
Carol clamped her thighs together so violently that her knees knocked.
Without hesitation, Greg kicked her. She rolled in the dirt to get away and stacked up against a wall. Her brother grabbed a fistful of her skirt and tore it away. Then he did the same thing with her blouse.
In her bra and panties, Carol huddled in stark fear with her panting brother looming over her. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. His prick wasn't stiff, but it didn't need to be for what he had in mind at the moment.
"Bet you're awful dirty, tossing around in the ground like that," he told his cringing sister. "You could do with a bath, huh?"
Greg aimed his prick at his sister. Even in the darkness there was a glint at his prick tip. She heard a hissing sound just before she was struck by the liquid jet from above.
Greg was pissing on her.
Humiliated by her brother's sadistic act, Carol was robbed of her last shred of resistance. She just sobbed and took it, as the man who had been the love of her life for all those years, degraded her beyond endurance with a shower of piss.
Then it was over. Carol was a dripping mess, her drenched flesh steaming in the night air from her brother's warm piss.
Greg reached down, grabbing a fistful of her long hair and pulled her to her feet. His cock was suddenly hard, jabbing into her belly.
"Now strip the rest of the way down for me, Sis," he ordered.
Defeated, Carol unhooked her bra. When her tits spilled loose, they felt flabby and ugly to her. Slipping out of her panties, she had the sensation that her cunt was a triangular brand of shame between her legs. Her brother had succeeded in making her hate everything about her that made her a woman.
"Now we both find out what rape is like," Greg leered. "It's the one way we've never fucked, Sis. Almost like we were both cherry again."
Greg guided his cock between Carol's quivering thighs. The head of his prick found the slit of her cunt, and he stabbed inside. Then he was driving, bracing himself against her tits while he jammed his prick in her cunt.
She could feel him entering her pussy inch by inch, and she thought she might faint. But she didn't, missing out on the unconsciousness she would have welcomed.
Greg's cock was hilted. Carol felt his prick throbbing in her pussy, then fucking back and forth. He was breathing heavily in her ear, smelling and sounding like a filthy beast.
"You love my prick, and you know it," Greg told his sister. "I'll keep fucking you until you're coming so hard, you can't stand it. You'll be begging me not to stop fucking!"
Carol's stomach turned at the very thought that she might climax as a result of what her brother was doing to her. He could fuck her until hell froze over, she vowed, and she would never feel anything but disgust.
However, Carol did not reckon with the conditioned reflexes of her cunt. Too many years of thinking with her pussy when she was with her brother had left their mark. All those nerve endings and blood vessels and pressure points within her pussy combined to have a mind of their own, independent of her brain when it came to the familiar thrusts of his cock.
"You feel that heat inside your cunt, don't you, Sis—no matter how hard you try not to?" He continued to fuck his sister's cunt with one hilted surge of his long prick after another.
"Yes, damn you, yes," Carol tearfully admitted, hating her uncontrollable weakness for her brother's charging prick.
Greg laughed with triumph at the success was having as a rapist. Then, abruptly, he withdrew his cock from her pussy.
With the unexpected removal of her brother's prick from her cunt, Carol knew that she should be relieved. But, instead, she was struck by the aching emptiness in her pussy. Her pussy yearned to be filled with prickmeat again. Her senses craved the release an orgasm would provide.
There was no denying the truth any longer. She wanted to be raped.
"You have to beg me for it, Sis," Greg responded to her silent desperation. "Out loud. Beg me to start fucking you again."
Carol tried, but after several false starts, all she could produce was a weak whimper, "Let me hear it!" Greg demanded.
He clawed his fingers into Carol's tits and shook her. Down below, his cock-head rubbed maddeningly against her clit at the summit of her painfully empty cunt.
A torrent of sick desire welled in Carol's throat like vomit. All at once she was screaming.
"Rape me! Rape me!" she howled, consumed by her own degradation. "Nothing else matters but your cock in my cunt! I've got to be fucked!"
"That's the Carol I know," Greg crowed with satisfaction. "A bitch in heat."
"Anything you say," Carol gasped with erotic desperation. "Just give me your cock back in my cunt, please . . . please fuck me."
But Greg was still playing his games.
"You know how a bitch in heat gets fucked, don't you, Sis?" he persisted with his taunting. "From behind. She's up on all fours, with her ass in the air. Her pussy upside-down, all red and puffy, and slimy."
Greg paused to laugh, thoroughly enjoying n himself.
"Yeah, Sis. What you do to a bitch in heat is dog-fuck her!"
Carol needed no further prompting. The dust in the alley kicking up in her face, she dropped to her hands and knees, her ass toward her brother. Spreading her flanks, she flexed her rear-spread cunt and felt the leaking pussy juice trickle down her inner thighs.
"Now we're in business!" Greg whooped.
He moved in behind his hunching sister, laying his hands on her hoisted ass cheeks as he shot his rigid cock up her cunt. Penetration was quick and deep. Ten inches of prick up her .cunt on the first slam.
"Bark, bitch, bark," Greg demanded as he began working his cock in her pussy.
Carol whimpered like a suffering animal. In her mind, she pictured herself as some small breed of dog—a toy poodle came to mind—being fucked by a Great Dane. The image disgusted and thrilled her at the same time, matching perfectly with the agony and ecstasy she experienced from the ripping surges of her brother's huge cock in her tight cunt.
The fucking action continued non-stop, thrust after thrust after thrust. The channel of Carol's cunt felt rubbed raw by the constant movement of Greg's pistoning hard-on. She had never been fucked so brutally, so savagely. Never felt so dirty and misused.
However, it was all worth it for Carol with the arrival of the magic moment she had been waiting for. She came, climaxing with violence surpassing anything her brother was doing to her. And from there on in, she was not being degraded in a filthy alley, but wrapped in the orgasmic glow of some kind of heaven on earth.
Greg had predicted earlier that he would fuck his sister to the point where she was coming so much, she would beg him not to stop fucking. Now that happened as Carol strained to keep her climax blazing as long as possible.
"Fuck me harder . . . harder . . . harder," she urged her brother in broken gasps. "Hard as you can! Don't quit for anything!"
Grabbing hold of his sister's dangling tits, Greg used his improved leverage to stab his cock into her cunt as if he were outfitted with a dagger between his legs.
Her pussy feeling wounded, Carol shuddered with sweet pain. Greg fucked in hard again. She whimpered as her orgasm reached a new peak.
"Oooooh, that's it," she moaned to her brother. "Punish me. Fuck me so hard that my pussy bleeds!"
"Believe me, Sis, I'd do it if I could," Greg answered. "But this rape business is a two-way street. The more I make you come, the nearer I get to coming too. Can't hold off the pressure in my balls much longer."
"Then shoot your wad, damn it, shoot it!" Carol responded impatiently. "If I can't come forever, the next best thing has got to be a cunt full of your hot jizz."
"You got it, Sis," Greg grunted.
He moved his hands up from his sister's tits to pull her hair as if he were tugging the reins of a bucking horse. She gave him a ride. His cock twisted in her whipsawing cunt as her hips thrashed.
"Come! Come, you bastard!" Carol cried. "Come in my cunt!"
"Yeah, Sis ... oooooh, yeah," Greg groaned with orgasmic release as his cock blew.
Belching hot cum at the core of Carol's cunt, Greg's prick erupted like a miniature volcano. Carol's climax was only heightened by such sizzling impact in her pussy, and she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, banging her head against the brick wall in front of her.
Greg held on to his frenzied sister as long as his cock unloaded jism-in her cunt. But once his balls were drained, he relaxed just enough to be tossed from her bumping back, and he sprawled in the dirt.
Her brother's prick no longer filling her pussy, Carol slowed down like an electronic toy with dying batteries. Her fucking movements became lazier and lazier. Then she came to a stop, sighed deeply, and collapsed face-down on the ground.
There she lay, with Greg slumped alongside her. For a long while, brother and sister remained in this exhausted silence, the rape over.
Finally, as though waking from a dream, Carol lifted herself on her elbows and looked around the dingy alley. When her gaze settled on her brother, she stared at him long and hard before she spoke.
"Just look at the two of us," she sighed to Greg. "After all these years, this is what it's come down to. Wonder what Mom and Dad would say if they could see us now."
"If they weren't dead already, this'd kill them," Greg answered with black humor.
"What now?" Carol asked, questioning herself as much as her brother.
Greg sat up, studying his naked sister as the reality sank in that things could never be the same between them after he had so savagely raped her.
"I don't know what's down the road for us," he said. "After what I did to you, Sis, guess I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to see me again, let alone fuck me."
"No!" Carol protested. "Don't say you're sorry. You were right in the first place. "I did cheat on you, Greg. I did fuck someone else."
"Who?" Greg blurted, unable to control his curiosity.
"David," Carol confessed in a rush before she could change her mind about coming clean.
Greg turned pale at the mention of his nephew's name.
"Yes, I fucked him," Carol said. "I fucked my own son."
If Greg had reared up again in jealous anger and started brutalizing her again. Carol would have understood. However, his response was calm and reasoned.
"This had to happen some day, I suppose," he concluded. "So don't blame yourself, Sis. After all these years of fucking your own brother, it was only logical that you'd be attracted to your son when the time was right. Once you're used to it, flesh and blood is the biggest fucking turn-on of all. I ought to know."
Carol thanked her brother for understanding. "What about you, Greg? If you had a daughter, and she was David's age now, would you fuck her?"
"If she'd have me," David admitted. "To be honest, I just don't think I'd be able to resist fucking a daughter. So I guess that makes us even, huh, Sis?"
"Not quite, Greg," Carol said. "I've still done you dirt. Still owe you one."
"What are you getting at, Sis?" an intrigued Greg wanted to know.
"Why does what's happened have to be the end of everything?" Carol replied. "This could all be just the beginning."
"You're going to have to come to the point."
"In the beginning, there was just me and you. We were the only family each of us had after Mom and Dad were killed. But now there are more of us. No reason not to broaden our horizons ..."
"Jesus Christ!" Greg cut in as he started to get his sister's drift. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Nodding, Carol continued. "You don't have a daughter you can fuck, Greg—but you do have a niece. And she's just a gorgeous girl."
"Julie?" Greg gasped his niece's name. "You expect me to—"
Now it was Carol's turn to interrupt. "She's a hot one. If we worked it right, she'd fuck her favorite uncle. I guarantee it. Are you game?"
Words failed Greg. But his cock sprang to full hardness as he thought of his beautiful, blonde teenaged niece with her long legs spread before him.
"Mmmmm' I think we're in business," Carol said, looking at her brother's twitching hard-on.
"Okay," Greg finally said. "Say Julie and I do fuck. Where does that leave you and me, Sis?"
"Closer than ever," Carol reassured him as she moved toward him. "Want me to show you in advance?"
All at once, she was all over Greg. She pushed him onto his back, smothering him with kisses. Straddling his hips with her sleek thighs, she lowered her crotch to catch his stiff prick so it rubbed against her damp pussy.
"If you're going to fuck Julie," Carol whispered in her brother's ear, "we've got to keep you in fighting trim."
"Anything you say, Sis," Greg panted. "Man, I've got to be the luckiest guy in the world."
His sister slipped his cock into her cunt and sat on it so it stood straight up within her pussy channel. Then she rotated her hips, making her prick-filled cunt spasm while she fucked him sitting up.
Greg reached for Carol's lush tits. He squeezed them until her nipples were erect and purple. Then he craned his neck upward and sucked her tit-buds, adding to the pleasure his throbbing cock was already providing in her cunt.
"Ahhh, that's it," Carol sighed. "Suck me ... fuck me. Make me come all over again!"
Greg just kept up what he was doing, so familiar with his sister's erotic responses that he could almost time to the second when her orgasm would hit her. She was true to form, climaxing at practically the exact instant that he predicted she would.
"Sooo gooooood!" she gasped. "Yes, I'm coming as hard as I can!"
"Just keep it up, Sis," Greg grunted. "Before you know it, I'll be coming right along with you. Filling your cunt with hot jizz."
"Perfect," Carol moaned. "Shoot your cum straight up my cunt, stud. End it for us as hot and wet as you can."
Gritting his teeth, Greg pulled the imaginary trigger that unleashed the creamy contents of his balls. His cum hurtled through the barrel of his cock, scalding his sister's pussy as it hit home with repeated blasts.
As Greg's prick erupted within her cunt, Carol felt her orgasm strengthen with each spurt of jism. Then, when the last of his cum had been shot, the fuckers happily embraced, rolling in the dirt as though they had fucked on satin sheets instead of in a grimy alleyway.
It was not only the fucking that rilled brother and sister with such joy. The promise of the future had them in its grip as they both looked forward to what lay ahead. For years, they had only had each other. But now, they had sealed a bargain which would bring the rest of the family into the private world of incest which they had shared by themselves for so many years.