Chapter 2
"Don't worry, Ms. Jennings," the patrolman said. He was big and young and his face was lined with genuine concern. "We'll find him."
Marcy nodded, unable to speak. "Thank you, Officer," her brother said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "She really does appreciate your concern."
"I understand," the policeman said. "Be sure to call us if you need anything. Or if this boy bothers you." He touched his cap and turned back down the walk.
Gently David Jennings shut the door after him. With a choking sob his sister collapsed into his arms. He was six feet tall, inches taller than Marcy, but her sudden dead weight was hard for him to manage. He was only just able to get her to the couch before both their legs gave way. She pressed her face against his chest and cried.
The youth stroked her gleaming auburn hair and made soothing sounds. He was out of his depth. He was a year younger than she was, but now he had to be the strong one.
He was a self-sufficient young man of sixteen, but he was badly shaken by the turn events had taken recently. When Billy Bramblett had dumped his sister off in front of the house, half-naked, sobbing, hysterical, he had fervently wished their parents were home. But their parents were gone, at an archeological sight in western Turkey. Even if their older sister Elaine was there it would have been better, but she was off at school. That left David.
Afraid his sister had been hurt, he called a doctor. The doctor called the police. They had gently but firmly questioned the girl, then put out an APB on one William James Bramblett, eighteen, Caucasion, male, five-foot eleven, blond hair, blue eyes. He hadn't been at home, or anywhere else he was known to hang out. The youth had dropped out of sight.
Now he cradled the girl in his arms, wishing he could find the words to end her hurt. They didn't come. His hands stroked her softly, her hair, her face, her quivering sides. Slowly her arms stole around his neck.
He bit his lip. He was responding to the nearness and femininity of his own sister! He could feel his prick stirring inside his jeans.
Mentally he cursed himself. How could he feel lust for his own sister-and most especially now? Maybe it was the very fact of what had been done to her that made him think about her, for the first time in his young life, in a sexual way. He shook himself. He couldn't let her know what he was feeling.
Marcy shifted in his arms. Suddenly Dave was very aware of a full, soft tit pressing against his chest. He gulped.
His sister was calming down. The closeness and strength of her younger brother drove fear from her. Somehow the horror of what Billy had done to her-had it only been last night?
She remembered the feel of his pulsating cock, spitting blast after blast of jism into her violated asshole. Her blackout only lasted a second before the searing agony of the come filling her poop chute. It burned, oh, how it burned! She felt Billy's big cock pistoning in and out of her butt in a welter of jism. Come slopped out of her anus, dribbled down her thighs, down into the bush of her pussy. She screamed and cried and pleaded, but Billy only laughed and fucked the last remnants of his come up her butt.
Then he pulled his deflating prick free of the girl's tortured ass. A gooey string of come stretched from the head of Billy's prick to Marcy's inflamed asshole. It broke and fell into the gravel. Marcy's butt hole closed up, choking off the flow of come leaking from her rump.
Laughing, Billy had walked off into the woods to piss, leaving his victim sobbing on her side on the ground. Then he'd come back, bundled her into the car, and driven her back down the mountain. Neither said a word until he screeched to a halt in front of her house.
"Here's where you get off, baby," he said. "Until next time!" Then he gunned the engine and raced off with a squeal of rubber. Marcy stared up the street after him until he careened around the corner, and then she stood listening to the noise of his car until it receded into the night. A gentle breeze stirred the hem of her skirt, ran up between her legs. The air seemed to kiss her aching asshole. She gave a low, lost cry and ran up the walk to the house.
But it was over now, as her brother was telling her over and over as he hugged her. She didn't have to worry about Billy Bramblett now. The police would get him. And then he'd be going away for a very, very long time.
She sighed and settled herself even closer to her brother. It was amazing how strong and steady her younger brother was. Like most older sisters, she'd always thought of her sibling as a twerp. A nuisance, to be beaten up when she was enough bigger than he was, and stoically ignored when he outgrew her.
Marcy fit her head more firmly beneath Dave's chin. Her heavy jugs were crushed against his chest. It was a strong chest, well-padded with muscle. She sniffled and forced a smile.
"I'm better now," she said weakly. "I'll be all right. But keep holding me, please."
His sister's almost pathetic tone tugged at Dave's heart. "Sure," he said. "Just relax."
The girl did. She let one arm drop from around Dave's neck. It traveled down his body. She felt his lean young hardness through his shirt. It felt good.
A peculiar stirring in her crotch made her murmur and shift against the youth. What was happening? Before she knew it, .she felt her virgin pussy begin to leak oily juices into her panties.
She was getting turned on!
But in the warm, comforting haze of her brother's presence, the realization did not alarm Marcy. For some reason it felt right to her. Perfectly natural.
After all, she could no longer consider herself a virgin, even though her cherry was intact. She'd been raped by her brutal animal of a boyfriend. Instead of being sweet and lovely and innocent her first encounter with sex had been dirty, painful, and degrading. If she let herself be scared by her experience, she could be put off sex for her entire life.
But if she could ease away those agonized memories with a different sort of experience, one that was warm and tender-everything first love should have been and last night hadn't-she knew she would be all right. With a sigh the girl made up her mind.
Something about the sudden creamy softness of his sister's body pressed against him made Dave gulp. Dammit, he thought, he was already getting horny for his sister despite all the ways he knew it was wrong. Why did she have to seem so damned inviting all of a sudden?
Then he got his answer. A small hand stole into his crotch. And squeezed!
"Ahhhh!" A moan escaped Marcy's lips as she felt his cock. Inside his pants it was hard and throbbing with life! She began to massage the prick fervently.
"M-Marcy!" the boy stammered. "What are y-you doing?"
"I . . . want you, Dave," she said in a small voice. "I want you to make it right. I'm a virgin, Dave. I don't want my first memory of sex to be like.. . like that!"
Dave shook his head as if to clear it. He was more bewildered than ever. His sense of lightness warred with his rapidly growing lust.
"Now wait," he said. "This is wrong, Marcy, I-ahh!" The last came out as his sister slid down his zipper and slipped her hand into his fly to close around the warm bar of his prick. Her fingers lightly jacked his cock off.
He crushed the girl in his arms. He bent his head down. She raised her face, mouth open. His mouth covered hers. His tongue quested between her lips.
Marcy tugged his prick eagerly out of his pants. It seemed to quiver in the air of the room as their tongues met and intertwined. The heady odor of wet, hungry cunt filled the air.
The girl felt a moment of surprise. Her baby brother was kissing her as expertly as she'd ever been kissed. The way his tongue swirled around hers had her so hot she was panting like a dog. She suspected that her comparative innocence wasn't shared by her younger brother!
His hands were on her boobs. His touch was so unlike Billy's rough, mauling touch the girl couldn't believe it. Not that he kneaded and massaged the lush masses of adolescent titflesh any less avidly than the other youngster had. But where Billy's touch was rough and harsh and demanding, Dave's fondling of Marcy's jugs was loving and tender-and incredibly exciting!
He felt her nipples swell into taut cherries beneath his palms. Electricity seemed to crackle from her tongue to his. Her hand was pumping up and down his cock furiously. He dropped a hand from a hot tit, down to his sister's lap.
Moaning erotically into her brother's mouth, Marcy parted her thighs. The hand slid down to the satin softness of her thighs. Her skin seemed to tingle from the touch. She wiggled impatiently in his arms, yearning for the touch of his fingers on her pussy!
She didn't have long to wait. Dave's hand moved up her leg. A dizzying surge of pleasure passed over her as he closed his hand over the bulge of her cunt!
Her panties were damp beneath his palm. He squeezed her cunt gently, feeling passion build inside his sister's body. Then he raised his hand till he felt the firm, trembling flesh of her belly under his fingers. Then he ran his hand down inside her sopping panties.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" The girl's moan was a sound of pure abandoned pleasure as Dave's hand cupped her pussy. His fingertips touched her dainty inner pussy lips. The touch sent sparks of joy shooting up her oily cunt tunnel.
The cunt lips were wet fire to Dave's fingers. The hair covering the bulge of Marcy's pussy was crisp under the youth's hand. He wondered what her cunt looked like.
There was no time like the present to find out! He stroked his finger once along the moist slit of the girl's cunt, eliciting a passionate, muffled exclamation from her. Then he took his hand away from her juicy cunt and pulled her panties off her plushly-padded ass.
Eagerly, Marcy lifted her rump from the couch so Dave could take off her panties. She was so excited she could barely breathe. Her brother's tongue was an erotic snake, writhing around and around hers. This was how it was supposed to be!
The pale yellow panties slid down her trim thighs, over her calves. She'd already slipped her feet from her shoes. Now she was nude beneath her short skirt. It made her feel deliciously wanton and outrageously horny!
Dave continued to savor the feel of his sister's tits and the rubbery firmness of her nipples. She tore her mouth away from his. Her lips were smeared with their intermingled saliva.
"Take me!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Dave! Let me feel your great big cock slide into my pussy!"
At another time Dave would have been shocked to hear such language from his sister-the girl would have been shocked herself! But now his only response was to slide his lean butt off the couch and drop to a kneeling position on the floor before his sister.
"What are you doing, Dave?" Marcy demanded in a husky voice. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" he pushed her thighs farther apart. Her skirt rode up around her hips, baring her pussy. And what a lovely pussy it was!
Her cunt fur was rich and dark and luxurious. Light from the end-table struck red highlights off the tautly curled ringlets of pussy hair. And between the pale, perfect thighs was the pinkness of her cunt. The inner pussy lips, nestled between the furred and fleshy rolls of the larger cunt lips, were pressed demurely together. But a trickle of shiny cunt sauce leaked from between them!
Marcy felt his breath caressing her pussy. He reached out a finger and teased the fragile cunt flaps apart. A drop of cunt honey sparkled in the dark hole of her pussy. Marcy gasped and stroked his brown hair with her fingers. She didn't yet know what he was up to-but she knew she liked it!
The youth planted a kiss on the inside of one soft thigh. "Ahhh!" the girl cried. "I know! You're going to lick my pussy. Oh yes, Dave. Yes!"
His rigid cock poked into his belly as he bent forward to his task. His lips kissed their way up the slightly damp skin of Marcy's thighs. The musky aroma of cunt was rich in his flaring nostrils. His hands moved up around the outside of the girl's legs. Then he brought his fingers in to spread wide the drooling pink mouth of her virgin cunt.
And then he kissed his sister's pussy! "Aiiiiieee!" she yelped, clutching at his head as hot delight flooded her pussy. The touch of his lips on her gaping pussy mouth was indescribable-a hundred times better than anything she'd ever felt before! It took all her will power not to slam her thighs shut on Dave's head like the jaws of a trap. But she didn't want to do anything that would keep her pussy from being wide-open to her brother's mouth!
Dave worked his lips between the frilly curtains around his sister's cunt hole. Steaming pussy oils streamed over his face. He opened his mouth hungrily to drink the cunt juice, relishing its delightful taste.
Marcy's nubile young body was alive with sheer sensual pleasure. As Dave slid his tongue into the dank depths of her cunt it seemed to radiate pure ecstasy. She cried out and bumped her pussy mound against his face.
She had a sudden overwhelming urge to get naked. She wanted her brother to possess her-all of her! She took her hands from Dave's head and pulled her blouse quickly off over her head.
Her tits were ripe pale fruit in the cups of her bra. Dave flicked his eyes up from the visual feast of his sister's lovely cunt just as she undid the bra and let it fall from her jugs. He caught his breath. Marcy's tits were flawless white globes the size of cantaloupes, with fat, mouthwatering nipples set in the midst of large round aureoles. Her tits were beautiful!
His cock gave a throb against his belly. Half-crazed with lust he began to gobble his sister's hot pussy as though he hadn't eaten for a week. He began to gnaw at the lips of Marcy's pussy, and his tongue roved restlessly up and down the slobbering cunt slash, scouring between the inner and outer lips of the girl's pussy.
"Ah! Oh! Aaaaaaaah!" Marcy sang out ecstatically. Her exposed nipples seemed about to burst with frenzied desire. "Eat me! Eat meeeeeeee!"
Then Dave's swirling tongue brushed the pearly node of Marcy's cunt. A lightning bolt of unbearable pleasure blasted into her pussy, seared up her body and blew her brain into glittering fragments! "Eeeeeeeeee! Y AAA AAHHHHHH!" she wailed as the first orgasm of her young life wracked her naked body!
Now her thighs did clamp around Dave's head. Realizing what was happening, he fastened his lips around her clit, sucked it out of the protective folds of pussy flesh around it, and attacked it with his tongue. The girl went crazy!
"Ohhhhhh! Aiiieee-yes! Eat my-gahh!-pussy! Oh, Dave, oh Dave! Ohlihh DAVE!" His fingers moved to grab great handfuls of her rolling ass. Her hips jerked back and forth, fucking her pussy against her brother's face in the instinctual motion of climax.
Like boiling oil the lathered juice of Marcy's pussy spilled down her brother's chin, thrust deep into the cleft of her orgasming pussy. The girl was coming like there was no tomorrow. Dave was amazed at the raw power of his virgin sister's climax.
Slowly the throes of orgasm died away. Marcy's pussy quit opening and closing. A semblance of reason returned to her impassioned brain. "Oh, Dave," she sighed. "That was fantastic!"
For a reply Dave licked his tongue along the gash of her cunt. She moaned and crushed her cunt into his face.
Then her legs released his head. Light and fresh air flooded back into the young man's world. His sister grabbed his hair, pulling him up. "Get on the couch," she begged breathlessly. "Hurry!"
He obeyed. For the first time Marcy saw her brother's rock-hard cock and caught her breath! It was tremendous! It wasn't as huge around as Billy's prick-but it was much longer! Nine inches of slender, pale cock jutted from Dave Jennings' crotch!
The youth lay on his back. Instantly his sister swung a leg over him, straddling his face. A blast of perfume from her slack-lipped cunt hit him full in the face. The girl leaned forward.
Dave felt her tits brush his chest, then flatten themselves against it. Marcy's nipples seemed to bore holes in him. He reached behind his head and pulled a small cushion under it. With his head propped on the pillow his face was pressed deeply in the delicious morass of his sister's pussy. He sighed into her twat and began once more to eat her hot cunt.
For a moment Marcy poised with her face just above the head of Dave's cock. Memories flooded back-she remembered Billy Bramblett's prick pulsing inches from her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, dizzy.
Then her brother's tongue dipped again into her pussy. Hot delight flowed up her near-nude body. She sighed, opened her mouth, and lowered to take in her brother's cockhead.
"Mmmmmm-ahhhhh!" Dave said into Marcy's cunt. The skirt around her narrow waist that was her only remaining bit of clothing rubbed against his chest. The girl's thighs were like fleshy pillars to either side of his head. The mouth surrounding his prickhead was liquid delight. He laid his hands on the rounded cheeks of Marcy's ass and settled in to eating her pussy.
Pleasure filled Marcy's cunt. Slowly she ran her tongue around the conical head of Dave's prick. The skin stretched tautly over the cockhead was slightly rough under her tongue. The prickhead swelled, drumming with horniness.
Her fingers encircled the shaft of Dave's prick, began to pump lightly up and down. The cock leapt in her mouth. How different the taste of Dave's cock was from Billy's! The teenager loved the flavor of her brother's long, hard prick.
She took a deep breath and slid downward. Once again she felt her jaws forced apart by the entry of a prick into her face. The cock filled her mouth. Her tongue circled around and around it.
She stopped taking the cock into her mouth before it started to go down her throat. That would be too much. She didn't want to gag on Dave's wonderful cock!
As she licked the prick with a dripping tongue, Dave's tongue was fucking gently in and out of her oozing cunt. Her pussy oils ran constantly into his open mouth. The taste of Marcy's cunt was as sweet as the feel of her mouth and tongue on his prick.
Marcy's lovely body was filled with a sense of well being. Dave's mouth felt so good on her pussy! And his cock pulsating in his sister's face tasted marvelous. The girl felt her body swell with the prickly heat that meant another climax was getting near. Dave's skill at cunt eating was remarkable.
In a rising fever of horniness Marcy brought her head up. Her lips slid up the pillar of Dave's cock. The prick was shiny with spit where her mouth had been.
Her tongue working ceaselessly, Marcy began to pump up and down on her brother's cock. She felt his heartbeat speed up in her mouth. "Mmmmmmrrrppphhhmmm!" he groaned into her pussy. The sound vibrated her clit, making her gasp with pleasure.
Then she was fucking her face frantically on Dave's stiff cock. Her luscious young body came alive with a thousand abandoned movements. She was face-fucking herself on Dave's cock as her rear moved to fuck her pussy on his tongue. She was going out of her mind!
Dave was too. The double stimulus of Marcy's mouth on his cock and her pussy on his face was stroking the fires of his passion to a white heat. His cock pulsed in the moist cavern of his sister's mouth, as if ready to explode.
And then without warning his cock did explode. "Arrrrggggghhhh!" he shouted into her pussy as the warm rush of his come completely filled her greedy mouth!
A second blast of jism shot thick whiteness down her throat. She choked on it in surprise. Then the full impact of the come-flavor hit her. And she came too!
Two fit young bodies squirmed and came together. Marcy's mouth spilled over with Dave's luscious jism. She rolled her tongue in it, drinking it down, loving the flavor of her brother's come. At the same time her pussy spasmed around the youth's tongue as if trying to pull the tongue up inside itself!
Marcy drank down every bit of the come jetted from her brother's cock. Her cunt churned around his probing tongue. Her body and mind were filled with pleasure like nothing she'd ever known.