Chapter 2

"Wh-wh-what was that?" Anita asked. Her voice sobbed with the furor of the orgasm which was overcoming her again.

"I . . don't . . . know!"

Matt struggled to force out the words. Anita's pussy seemed to be trying to pull his cock out by the roots with a renewed frenzy of orgasm. His jism was spraying out of his cock once more as if he hadn't had a piece of ass in years!

Anita's eyes were closed in ecstasy. Though his cock was still bucking and shooting off Matt turn­ed his head and looked in the direction of the wild cry.

"Holy shit!" he yelled as his powerful leg muscles thrust his body upwards to ram his cock into Anita's seething cunt. "Ronni!"

His baby sister was slumped in the kitchen door-way. She was naked from the waist down. Her slender legs were spread far apart and she was fran­tically fucking herself with something that looked like "A banana!" Matt gaped. Finally his cock . discharged the last of the cum remaining in his balls. He felt utterly drained, but that didn't keep his prick from pulsating a few more times in the last throes of climax.

Anita's cunt was coming as madly as ever, as though her orgasm had just been touched off.

"She's fucking herself with a banana!"

That outburst stopped Anita. She froze with half of Matt's spent cock planted in her cunt. Her pussy gripped the deflating prick, and cunt-juice ran down the young man's cock. Anita held Matt's thick biceps as though clinging to him for support. She stared down at him in amazement., "What in the hell did you just say?" she demanded.

It took him a moment to catch his breath. Things were moving too fast for him. He relaxed his death grip on Anita's ass. The flesh of her asscheeks was a satiny delight even though he just spent his lust in a wild orgasm. He knew that given half a chance, he could get his cock hard as rock again, just from fondling that perfect ass.

"My sister," he said heavily. "She's over there fucking herself with a banana."

It sounded crazy, so he looked again.

Ronni's fist was still jerking back and forth in front of her wide-open cunt, and she was rocking to and fro, moaning softly.. Matt could hear the sloppy sound the banana made pistoning in and out of Ronni's virgin pussy. It sounded like the noise his cock made while fucking Anita's cunt.

Ronni's eyes were filled with tears. She'd never know a feeling this intense since the death of her father. She didn't know how to handle it. It scared her. But at the same time, it felt so incredibly good that she couldn't stop!

Her passions had built rapidly to the boiling point. Watching her brother and the girl fuck each other into a frenzy made her blood race through her veins, made her pussy feel weak and hollow and empty. The banana hadn't made those feelings go away. But it somehow made them better.

At first the banana hurt going into her cunt. Her pussy lining wasn't used to being stretched. But after a few strokes with the fruit, in and out of her brimming cunt, the sensations of pain left her. The pain was replaced by a delicious sense of ap­proaching fulfillment. It was so right that she felt ready to burst with delight!

It didn't take long before her pussy got really wet. Her breath left her as a wave of ecstasy rushed up her body. She buried the banana in her cunt un­til her pussy lips were foaming juice all over her knuckles. When her breath came back to her, she screamed with pure uncontrollable delight.

She was coming for the very first time in her life!

Now the insane vigor with which she'd been jam­ming the banana into her cunt was dying away, and so were the fires of ecstasy that had burned inside her pussy. Ronni became aware, really and truly aware, of where she was and what she was doing.

An awful embarrassment swept over Ronni. The gradually fading flush or orgasm was replaced by a hot blush. She raised a hand to her cheek. The smell of her cunt oil was almost intolerably strong.

One end of the banana was still clutched in her hand, and the other end was stuck way up her pussy. Her stomach did an agonized flip-flop. She slowly withdrew the banana from her cunt. Its pale, yellow surface was bright and gleaming with slick cunt oils. She stifled an involuntary moan of pleasure from the friction of the fruit leaving her pussy. Her cunt lips clung to it for a moment, then let go.

She held the banana away from her. The very thought of where it had been and what she had done with it sickened her.

Anita shook herself and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. Matt groaned as her cunt squeez­ed his cock. His prick lay like a giant worm across his lap.

Anita rose and walked over to where the black-haired girl sat slumped dejectedly against the door-frame. Ronni seemed unaware of the mixture of cunt-sauce and cum that ran in white-streaked rivulets down her thighs.

"What have we here?" Anita asked, hands on her wide hips. Her tits were big and round, not pointy like Ronni's, and the areolas around the fat nipples were the size of Matt's palms. Ronni smell­ed the tang of the brown-haired girl's cunt and looked up at her. Tears streamed down Ronni's pale cheeks.

"Spying on us, were you?" Anita reached down and plucked the banana from Ronni's numb fingers. Then Anita tugged on the younger girl's jet-black hair and pulled Ronni to her feet. "We'll see about that, you nosy little slut!"

Ronni staggered, trying to balance herself. Her shorts were still around her knees, binding her legs. She wanted to fall back down and curl up into a ball and die, but the other girl wouldn't let her. The grip in Ronni's hair was too firm and painful.

Anita had to reach up high to keep her grip in Ronni's hair. Her nipples described lazy figure eights in the air as she walked Ronni over to the couch and threw her down beside her brother.

"She's your sister, right?" Anita asked. Her voice was brassy and challenging, and there was a strange gleam in her green eyes. "It's up to you then. Punish her!"

Matt hesitated. There was a lump in his throat. He looked up at his girlfriend. Her tits were gleam­ing with perspiration. Her cunt fur was dewed with white droplets of jism.

Anita ran her tongue slowly around her lips. "Well?"

Matt's stared at his sister. Ronni looked away. He looked down at her lap. A neat triangle of ebony pussy fur was tucked between her moon-white thighs. He felt a stirring of hot desire. But she was his sister-he couldn't get the hots for her! No matter how lovely her trim little twat looked, how tantalizing her milky thighs seemed, or how maddening the odor of her still-dripping cunt was to him-she was still his sister!

"Get my belt," he said, hoarsely.

Grinning, Anita picked up his pants from a heap of clothes and pulled at the thick leather belt. As an afterthought, she reached into her purse and brought out a gaily-colored scarf.

"Here," she said, holding out the wisp of nylon. "You can use this to tie your sister's wrists while you whip her."

Matt cocked his head. This was going farther than he intended. He wanted to tan his sister's little ass for her-he'd done that often enough in the early days, when he was the man of the house. But to tie Ronni's wrists-that was a different twist. One he wasn't sure he liked.

He pulled Ronni toward him, meaning to turn her over his knee. She slapped him ringingly across the cheek.

"Goddamn!" he roared, and threw her onto the floor.

Ronni lay there stunned. She hadn't meant to hit her brother. It was only a reflex action. Something about what the brown-haired girl did to Matt scared her. She'd overreacted.

And now she'd pay.

Matt stepped toward her. His cock swung pen­dulously between his thighs. Jism drooled from the tip of his prick. "God dam you!" he shouted, grabbing at the girl.

Anita stood there watching. Matt had the scarf in one hand and Ronni's wrists in the other. She was a big, strong girl, but her brother was much bigger and vastly stronger. It would do her no good to resist.

But she wasn't thinking of resisting any more. Slapping Matt's face had somehow drained her of spirit. The humiliation of being caught by Matt and Anita was making her numb.

In a matter of seconds her wrists were bound together. She felt her brother tugging her cut-off blue jeans the rest of the way down her legs.

"Matt, what're you doing?"

He gave her a push in the belly. She tottered back, the shorts around her ankles, and sat down heavily on the couch. He jerked at her shorts and panties. They got hung up on her tennis shoes. With a snarl, he yanked the shorts and underpants off his shivering sister.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said, "about spying on people. Now, turn over!"

Ronni sat staring at him blankly. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her over roughly, so that herheavy tits lay on the cushions and her knees dug into the carpet. Her naked ass jutted out from the sofa.

Matt took a step back and looked down at his almost naked sister. Her ass was a glowing white, the skin stretched across her perfectly molded asscheeks-a startling contrast to the midnight-black pussy fur that tufted out between the tops of her milky thighs. Matt felt a sudden strangeness, as if he was on the verge of doing something he shouldn't-something he knew he'd come to regret. He hesitated.

He glanced up and saw Anita looking at him with her head cocked to one side. Her brown hair spilled down to her shoulders. A lock of hair fell down and curled around the outer curve of Anita's right tit. The nipple that crowned the tit was full and hard.

He turned back to his sister and raised the belt over his head.

Even when she heard the heavy leather strap whistling down, Ronni didn't really believe her brother was going to whip her. He wasn't like that. He had spanked her before, when she was younger and in need of discipline. But that wasn't like this. He wouldn't tie her up and then whip her naked ass while his equally naked girlfriend stood and watched-come dribbling out of her cunt. Not Matt. He loved her. He was strong and gentle and good and kind and The blow landed.

It made a noise like a gunshot as it came flat down on Ronni's ass. The pain was so sudden, so overwhelming, that at first Ronni could do nothing. Her anguished shriek sounded as if it were on a time delay.

The belt slamed down again. Her other ass cheek exploded into pain. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ronni cried. "Don't! Please don't hit me again!"

Ronni turned her head to look back over her shoulder at Matt. He had his arm raised over his shoulder. The look on his face made him seem like a stranger. A brutal, sadistic stranger.

He struck her again.

This time the leather belt licked down right be­tween the pert mounds of her ass. The flesh in the crevice of her asscrack was especially tender. The belt cut into it like a knife. "AAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!" Ronnie howled.

She tried to get her feet under her. Her legs weren't tied-she could run, escape from her brother and that terrible stinging belt. But her knees were like gelatin. She couldn't get them to lift her body from the sofa. And with her boundhands pinned between her tits, she couldn't get the right leverage to push herself to her feet.

For the next stroke Matt turned his body to bring the belt down at a new angle across his sister's ass. Once more he felt a wild elation as he saw the leather sink into the tender, pale flesh. Ronni's scream seemed to come from a million miles away.

He pulled the belt away from her ass. The cheeks of her ass now sported a jaunty-looking red stripe that angled across the asscrack. The sight stirred something in' Matt's soul. Something very much like lust.

He hit her again. And again. She struggled beneath the rain of blows, her screams a constant wailing, but the strength of his arm crushed her down. He created a glaring scarlet patchwork of welts on her succulent assflesh, glorying in the feel of . leather striking her vulnerable naked ass, in hearing her scream in agony, in watching her slim but luscious body thrash madly on the couch. There was no escaping him.

But Mau had to pause to catch his breath. He 'stood panting, eyes feasting hungrily on his sister's bare ass. It was one single red glow. It looked as if she was wearing pink hot pants. Her legs were at awkward angles, her face hidden beneath a disorderly mop of black hair. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.

For some reason, Matt looked up at Anita. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes. Her nipples were standing out from her tits, fat with desire. There were clear drops of fresh cunt-honey sparkling in the dark hair between her thighs.

Her green eyes met his, then she looked down. He followed her gaze. To his amazement, he saw his own cock jutting out before him like the bowsprit of a ship!

With Anita's eyes upon him, and the pressure of sheer horniness in his balls, there was only one thing to do. He dropped the belt and went to his knees. He laid his hands palms-down on his sister's ass.

Ronni tensed and whimpered. When the awful rain of blows had ended, she was scarcely able to believe it. She thought the whipping would go on and on, until all the flesh was stripped from her poor tortured ass. Then she began to hope. The touch of Matt's salty, sweaty palms on her raw asscheeks sent fresh agony tearing through her nerves.

She felt something poking between the cheeks of her ass. It touched the pucker of her asshole. In­stinctively, her asshole closed tighter. Ronni's asshole was still smarting from the touch of the belt.

The hardness of Matt's cock slid down, pressed against the rumpled skin between Ronni's asshole and pussy. The tip of his prick slid further, be­tween the loosely hanging lips of Ronni's pussy. She felt the lips being forced apart.

Ronni looked back, blinking her eyes to clear away the tears. "No!" she yelped. She couldn't believe what was happening.

Her brother was kneeling behind her, guiding his rigid cock into her cunt with his meaty right hand!

She tried to jump up. He pressed his free hand against her tail bone. Weak as she was from the whipping, she couldn't wiggle free. She was trap­ped!

She felt the wedge-shaped cock-head push her cunt lips apart until they gripped it like a mouth. The first tinglings of pain ran up her cunt-tunnel, Her brother's cock was a lot bigger around than the banana!

Matt watched in fascination as the tip of his prick disappeared into his sister's pussy. A voice inside him was still crying that this was wrong, all wrong. He ignored it. The sight of his sister's naked welted ass inflamed his lust more than anything he ever saw. He had to fuck her-he couldn't help himself!

And Anita Jedson was just standing there, watching, with eagerness glinting in her eyes!

"Nooooooo! Ronni moaned as Matt began to shove his cock into her pussy. The tip of his prick was wedging the walls of her cunt apart-far apart. But there was more than the fear of pain behind Ronni's protests. This was her own brother! He couldn't fuck her-that was incest!

Then it was the pain Ronni was worried about. Her cunt seemed pn the verge of ripping right open. Her brother's cock was huge! How could she take anything that size into her cunt and survive?!

Anita had. Ronnie knew Anita was standing by, devouring the spectacle of incestuous rape with. avid eyes. It was all Anita's fault, Ronni thought. She had some strange influence over Matt, something that was making him behave this way.

"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned. The stretching in her pussy was getting worse. The pussy was unbelievably snug around Matt's cock. His sister was a virgin, he realized. The thought brought with it a brief twinge of guilt. Then he looked Ronni over again, enjoying the slimness of her waist, the fullness of her hips, the soft roundness of the asscheeks between which he was burying his randy cock.

He thought, hell, if she hasn't been fucked before it's high time she was! He gave a small grunt and drove his cock to the hilt in Ronni's cunt.

"YUHHHH! Uh! Ohhhh-owwwwwww! Get it out! God, my poor pussy!"

Ronni struggled madly on the couch. It felt as if an oak tree had just been rammed up her pussy-her brother's cock was just too big!

Matt gasped as his sister's tight cunt rippled around his prick. The way her ass was working around the thick plug of his prick was sheer delight! There wasn't that wild combination of animal abandon and cold skill that made fucking -Anita such a joy. But knowing that the rippling, surging motion of tight pussy around rigid cockmeat was due to his own sister's fear and pain and humiliation-to know that the pussy wrapped so unwillingly around his cock was his sister's-that made this a far wilder ride than any he'd ever had before!

His fingers were dug deep into soft assflesh. He drew his cock slowly from Ronni's cunt. He felt her muscles tense. In her pain, she gripped the in­vading prick even tighter with her pussy.

The feeling of Matt's prick leaving her pussy was almost worse than the ripping sensation when he first rammed his cock into her virgin twat. Ronni felt like he was pulling her inside out!

"Please, Matt, puh-leeze," she moaned, tossing her head. "Stop!!"

But he couldn't. He was quivering with lust. The sight of her beautiful abused ass, with its asshole winking at him lewdly, the pinkness of her cuntlips surrounding his cock as it came back into view-these things made him so horny he could barely stand it! And even if he'd been able to fight the passion that was making his prick swell hugely within his sister's captive cunt, he wouldn't have. Not with Anita standing there, naked, obviously turned-on, watching him rape his sister. The brown-haired wanton had a hold on him that he didn't understand, couldn't fight.

Not that he wanted to right now!

Matt's cock slowly slid from Ronni's cunt. The friction of the prick within her pussy was brutal, even though her cunt was still moist from being fucked with the banana. She sobbed and her body shook. Her cheek felt as raw as her ass from rub­bing it against the rough covering of the couch.

Only the cone-shaped head of Matt's prick re­mained within Ronni's cunt. Matt savored the sen­sation of the tight ring of his sister's pussy-mouth encircling his sensitive cockhead. Then he slammed his big prick back into the reluctantly waiting cunt.

Ronni screamed. The sound went through him like a knife. It seemed to thrill his every nerve.

"Ahhhhh!" he shouted, and began to fuck his cock in and out of his sister's cunt with crazed abandon.

Ronni's body rocked from the impact of her brother's crotch against her raw ass as he plunged his cock repeatedly into her pussy. His crotch-hairs scraped her tortured ass unmercifully. Her tits were being rubbed raw by the couch the same way her face was. Her nipples were two bright spots of pain.

The pain in her nipples was becoming more in-tense, and at the same time subtly changing. Her tits seemed to swell. They seemed charged with strange electricity.

"Uhhhh!" The air was forced from her lungs as Matt's cock was buried in her cunt once more. Then it slid back out of her pussy and she gave a low moan.

A moan of pleasure!

It took her a moment to fully understand what was happening. And even then she couldn't believe it. Her body was actually responding to her brother's incestuous fucking!

Before she knew it, her cunt was once more swimming in slippery, sweet-smelling oils. Matt cried out in surprise as he felt a new slickness when his cock deeply probed his sister's pussy.

He redoubled the energy of his fucking.

His cock made a rhythmic squishing sound as it pistoned in and out of Ronni's cunt. She felt pussy-sauce overflow her cunt and drool down her thighs. It was the same magic feeling that had come over her before, when she stumbled across her brother and Anita fucking on this very couch.

From a screaming, terrified captive, she became an insatiable wanton, impaling her cunt on the plunging prick with eager thrusts of her whipped round ass. The stretching of her pussy walls was just as extreme as before-but now the fullness of Matt's cock in her pussy thrilled her to the core of her being.

Bright lights spun and flashed in the black-haired girl's brain. Her tee-shirt and bra seemed as hot as an overcoat and as binding as the nylon scarf knotted around her wrists. She wanted to be naked!

"Do it, Matt," she grunted in time to the strokes of his prick. Her breath caught in her throat. "Fuck me hard! I'm about to-about to-God, I'm commmiiinnnggg!"

Her pussy squeezed Matt's cock hard. Surprised, he shot jism straight into her clutching cunt. She shrieked as the hot cum seared her pussy, grinding her ass into Matt's crotch and milking her brother's prick with her climaxing pussy.

"Yes!" she shrieked as her pussy-tunnel filled up with white flowing cum. "My pussy needs your cum! Oh, God!"

Ronni shook her head so that her black hair swirled around her face. She couldn't seem to breathe, but it didn't seem to matter. All that mat­tered were the pulsations of ecstasy that gripped her as she came.

Matt's prick was in motion again, jerking back and forth as it continued to pump jism into her cunt. She looked for her brother but saw Anita in-stead.

The big-titted brown-haired girl was eating the banana that Ronni had fucked herself with.