Chapter 6
"What the hell are you doing here?" Marge Sanders demanded. Her lovely features were flushed and contorted with fury. Her hand groped behind her for the knob of the door, which she'd shut behind her before she realized Don Weber was standing in her living room, smirking at her. "How did you get in?"
"You gave me a key-remember?" Don leered at her. "Though I didn't need to use it-your daughter left the back door open. Oh, and you just should have seen what the little bitch was doing!"
"I don't-what was she doing?"
"Fucking the daylights out of her hot little cunt with, would you believe it? A cucumber. A real waste. She has such a nice little pussy. Real hot and tight. Too nice to waste on vege-"
"What are you talking about?" Her face went pale. "You mean you-Julie-?" Her hands went to her mouth. "Julie!"
"M-Mommy?" came a small voice from the kitchen.
"Julie!" Marge shrieked. She launched herself at the door to the kitchen. Don intercepted her. He sent the long-limbed woman sprawling with an open-handed blow of his fist.
"You bastard," Marge gritted, rubbing her smarting cheek. She started to rise. "You're going to pay if you've so much as touched my daughter, you filthy ... "
Her words trailed off. She froze.
Don was aiming a gun at her. A small black revolver.
"Ah, you see things have changed a little bit around here," Don said. Then he saw Marge's muscles tense beneath the short summer weight skirt she was wearing. He retreated a step, keeping the gun poised.
"The mother lion instinct, eh? Willing to sacrifice yourself for your young. Well, we'll try a different approach." He turned his head a fraction. "Karin!"
Marge heard the pad of bare feet on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. There was movement, then a resounding smack! followed by a whimper of pain. "Julie!"
Don clucked his tongue reprovingly. "Your family's not too long on common sense, is it?" He shook his head. "The little lady just hasn't learned to do what she's told to if she doesn't want to get hurt. Well, she's got to. Or she's gonna be hurting a whole lot!"
Marge saw her daughter then. "Julie!" she screamed.
The girl was naked. One cheek was red with the print of a palm. Holding the girl by one arm was a tall, buxom blonde woman, dressed in what Marge recognized agonizingly as her husband's favorite terrycloth bathrobe.
The tall blonde passed the captive teenager to Don. The robe was belted loosely at the waist. Her heavy pale jugs peeked through the open front. Below the belt her long slender thighs were visible as she moved, and tantalizing hints of golden cunt fur.
For the first time Marge realized who the blonde was. "You-you're Karin Hall, aren't you? Ben's secretary!"
"I'm Don's secretary too," the blonde smiled. "Or was."
Marge looked from one to the other. "We're, uh, neither of us connected with Sanders and Weber Realty, see. That's why we're here, actually." Don rubbed his nose.
"I don't understand."
"Well, with the help of Sugar-bush here, I've been doing some fancy footwork on the books. Just a little bit here and there. But, see, in the eyes of the law that adds up to little things like, say, embezzlement, fraud, income-tax evasion-things like that." He shrugged. "A nice racket, and with old Ben laid up we siphoned off a nice bit of change. But all good things must come to an end, and that's what happened today."
"You mean-"
"Yeah. The police, the FBI, the IRS-they're all looking for me-or rather for us." He smiled at the blonde. One hand held Julie firmly by the shoulder. "Of course, they wouldn't ever think of looking for us here."
"But h-how about us?" Marge's lips were dry. She stood up slowly. "What are you going to do with us?"
"Now, that's a problem, isn't it?" Don patted Julie affectionately. She cringed away from his touch. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. "We'll be your house guests for a few days, and you'll have to, ahh, entertain us-Julie here's found out about that, haven't you, honey?"
Julie looked away, eyes glittering. Marge felt her stomach knot. "After that, we'll be leaving," Don continued. "Of course, we don't want you to make trouble for us then. But we've got an idea, Karin with me. We might now have to kill you folks-isn't that nice?"
Marge stared at him, and then shuddered.
"C'mon, I'll show you," he said. "Back to the bedroom. You first-and if you try anything, baby doll here gets a .38 slug through her pretty titties!"
He turned the girl and ground the muzzle of the gun against her left jug. Julie bit her lip.
"She's-you've taped her wrists together!" Marge burst out.
"Very perceptive.
"Julie squeaked as he jabbed her tit painfully with the gun barrel.
"Now, move," he ordered.
With as much, dignity as she could muster, Marge walked past him into the hallway. Stalking like a big blonde cat, Karin followed, big boobs swaying to the rhythm of her steps. "Master bedroom, on the right," Don said, bringing up the rear with his naked hostage. "The one you used to share with your hubby."
Her jaw set, Marge pushed open the indicated door. That sadistic scum! She'd make him pay for this one day.
If she survived.
"Omigod!" she gasped. "Rob!"
"Right again, pretty lady." Don shoved her into the room. "Tie her to that chair, Karin honey. The rope's on the dresser-brought it along special."
The raven-haired woman looked defiant. A few strands of hair fell from the kerchief bound around her. head and wisped over her face, making her look fierce and lovely. Don prodded her daughter's boobs with the gun again, and she meekly walked over and sat in the straight-backed wooden chair.
As Karin expertly tied her arms to the chair, behind her back, Marge looked again at her teenaged son, face down and unmoving on the big double bed. "What have you-ouch! Not so tight! What have you done to him?"
Karin stepped back and gave Don a nod. He pushed Julie to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position, quietly weeping.
"Just a little tap on the head. Karin took his clothes off for him-'course, that was before we knocked him out."
He placed the gun on the counter and picked up an expensive-looking camera. "Roll Big Boy over and get to work on him, Karin," he said.
The big blonde rolled the youth onto his back with no apparent trouble. Marge gasped as she saw her son's wrists were taped together in front of him. Karin put her knee up on the bed. Cornsilk hair spilled over Rob's crotch as she bent over his supine form. She took his dormant cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth. Slurping sounds came from her lips as she began sucking his prick.
Uncomfortably, Marge turned away. A mother wasn't supposed to see things like this. Rob groaned and stirred slightly. Out of the corner of one eye, Marge saw his prick beginning to respond to the treatment Karin was giving it.
In spite of herself she turned and stared. His cock was gigantic! He had inherited his father's prick!
Don was turning the camera over in his hands, examining it. "You see," he told Marge, ""we don't want you making it tricky for us after we leave. And don't bother telling us how you'll swear to keep quiet-I saw the way you looked at me when you got an eyeful of little Julie. You'd sell your soul to get back at me-almost."
Rob's prick was standing up like the stump of a redwood. Its fat head was wet and shiny with Karin's spit. Even as his mother watched, Rob's prick began to grow like a weed.
"However," Don went on, "we don't want to kill you. Multiple murders are big medicine, and sparking a nationwide manhunt for Karin and me would sort of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? So we have another idea-how's he coming, Karin?"
"Just fine." The blonde licked her lips. "What a cock! Too bad I can't keep it-not that I'm complaining about yours, lover boy."
"Yeah. His may be an inch shorter than mine, but it's as thick as your arm. Tsk, tsk. Anyway, we've got a way to keep you in line even after we go-ready?"
Reluctantly, the blonde stood up. Rob's prick stood at attention in its full glory. It looked like a telephone pole, jutting up from between his muscular thighs. The cock glistened with Karin's saliva.
Rob was still out, but he was coming around. Karin walked over to the huddled form of his sister. "Go 'way!" Julie sobbed. Karin grabbed a handful of brown hair and hauled the nude teenager to her feet. She steered the girl toward the bed.
Julie's eyes widened when she saw her brother's cock. It seemed to beckon her. She averted her gaze.
"What we do," Don explained, setting the camera down to help his blonde accomplice, "is take pictures of you people doing all kinds of terrible things. Pictures that could ruin every one of you if anybody ever saw 'em. Pictures, like, of Big Brother here fucking his giant cock in and out of Baby Sister's sweet snatch!"
Don and Karin held Julie as if she were a child, poised in the air over her brother's crotch. Her captors were on the bed on either side of Rob's semiconscious form. The girl felt the heat emanating from her brother's rigid cock wash over her pussy lips.
She started to struggle. Karin grabbed an adolescent tit, started to pinch the nipple between her razor-sharp nails. "I don't want to hurt you, darling," she said insincerely. "I don't want to hear you shriek out loud at the pain in your poor little titty ... "
Julie closed her eyes and parted her legs. She felt herself being lowered. Then something firm and unyielding poked into one of her outer pussy lips.
"Ooops," Don said. "Move her a little to the left."
The tip of Rob's prick slid across his sister's pussy-lip, then nestled between the pink fringes surrounding her cunt hole. "That's it," Don said. "Lower away!"
Julie bit her lip. Her mother sat stiffly erect in her chair. Her face was strained and drained of color. "I'm sorry, Mommy," the girl said in a tiny voice. "I can't help it. I-ohh!"
Her weight being lowered made her cunt lips wing out to enfold the broad head of Rob's prick.
Then the sturdy cock began to forge its way up into her pussy. "Nnnhhh," she hissed through clenched teeth. The steel-hard cock was rasping painfully into her un-lubricated cunt tunnel. But at the same time its unbelievable girth was crushing her clit!
Pain and pleasure warred in Julie's pussy. At the same time she felt herself grow weak with shame. She was having her brother's big cock forced up her cunt-while her mother was watching! It was humiliating. It was mortifying! It was . . . it was incest!
Upward and inward moved the rampant cock. Julie's eyes watered as she felt her pussy membranes being pulled out of shape. What a cock! Rob's prick was almost as big as the cucumber she'd used-was it only a few hours ago-to initiate her virgin twat to the heady pleasures of fucking. She actually felt her tender ass cheeks being driven farther and farther apart by the entry of the prick!
Then her butt touched firm thighs. Grunting with exertion, Don and his accomplice let Julie's weight down the rest of the way. Her cunt lips kissed her brother's crotch. The buried cock throbbed in her un-oiled pussy to the tempo of his quickening heartbeat.
Julie bit her lip. No, it couldn't be, she told her-self.
But it was.
She was beginning to enjoy it!
She felt the first oozings of cunt sauce trickling down the pillar of cock. The ache of having a dry prick thrust up her pussy was being replaced by pure, liquid joy!
Rob's lips moved. A low, lustful murmur came out. He moved his hips slightly. His cock stirred in Julie's cunt like a sleeping giant returning to consciousness.
Julie gave a cry, half-despair and half-lust, and fell forward full length atop her brother. Her nipples were hard arrowheads jabbing into his chest.
A spark of light stirred in Rob's mind. The spark flowed down his body, wrapped itself clingingly around-ah yes! His prick! The last thing he had known was his prick spurting come into the unbearable delight of that mysterious blonde cunt. Now something moist and agile and alive was teasing his cock again, thrilling it awake.
He felt the blood surge into his cock, felt it inflate like a balloon. Was this a dream or reality? He didn't care. Though even the wettest of his wet dreams had never felt this good . . .
For a moment his cock was left unattended. Was the dream over? He felt small prickling along its rigid length as the saliva Karin's tongue had laved over it evaporated. Then something bore down on its tip. His cock shaft bent. The weight lifted. Then something rubbery and dry came down, spreading out to encompass the broad, blunt head of his cock. It swallowed his prick head, then slid down, coming onto his cock like a glove.
The tube coming down to sheathe his cock was hot and dry, and grated the sensitive skin of his prick. But, God, was it ever tight! He felt a warm, resilient weight come onto his thighs, his crotch. His cock was completely buried in the snug, un-lubricated hole.
He moaned. Something was dribbling down his prick. Something sweet, but which burned like acid the sensitized nerve endings packed into his hard cock. Cunt juice! He moved his hips, letting the pussy oils flow down to surround his buried prick.
A feminine body fell on top of him. His eyes popped open. A pretty face, transfigured by shame and lust, stared into his own.
"Julie!" he cried.
"Don't-ahhh! Please don't say anything, Rob. Just-" The lovely adolescent bit her lip. "Just fuck me."
"But it's not right! It isn't natural!" Rob tried to move his arms, which were trapped between his body and the disturbingly positioned body of his baby sister-God, she was beautiful!-and found he couldn't. They were somehow bound together. He glanced past Julie's pallid face, up the sloping curve of the girl's naked back. Her wrists were taped behind her back.
A tear dropped onto his chest. He looked wildly around. The pussy was clinging moistly to his buried bar of cock-at any minute he'd lose all self-control and throw himself into the forbidden ecstasy of fucking his tied-up sister till her pretty blue eyes crossed!
"Don Weber!" he gasped. "What are you doing here?"
For answer the tall man raised his camera and took a picture. "Nice," he commented as he lowered the device. "Brother and sisterly love. Real touching."
Rage boiled inside Rob. Without thinking he tried to lunge at the grinning man. The violent move had the effect of ramming his pulsing prick another half-inch into his sister's soaking cunt. She cried out and her head dropped. She began licking mindlessly at the base of her brother's throat, all reserve, all self-control, all traces of pride gone-dissolved by raging lust!
Another figure stepped into Rob's vision. It took him a few seconds to focus his eyes. His sister was rolling her hips, fucking her slimy pussy on Rob's randy spike of cock. It was taking every ounce of will-power he had to keep from fucking her back! And then he saw who stood behind his father's former business partner.
"You!" he choked. "But you're-"
"My name's Karin," the long-limbed blonde said. The robe fell open, revealing the insides of her big tits, and the delta-shaped patch of pussy fur between her lovely thighs. "Karin Hall. And you gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had-that's a really yummy cock you've got there!"
It was too much. Just at that moment Julie clenched the muscles of her ass, tightening the untutored muscles of her pussy in the process. Like a hand encased in a glove of oiled silk, the cunt grasped Rob's cock.
He moaned. Drool ran down his chin. If his baby sister wanted to fuck, then by God, he was going to fuck her!
The first powerful surge of his hips brought his taut hard ass right off the bed. Julie's trim butt wagged like an eager puppy dog's tail around the well-buried shaft of prick in her cunt. Then Rob braced his heels against the yielding mattress and dropped his hips with dazzling speed. Julie gasped as his cock raced out of her, thrumming over her greedy clit like a violinist's bow.
Inertia held the naked, sun-tanned body poised in the air above Rob, joined to him by his huge cock. Then her pink buttocks spread apart as gravity drove their owner's cunt down hard on the enormous prick. The cock rushed up to meet Julie's squirming cunt like a missile.
The camera's shutter clicked with the regularity of a clock's ticking. Marge Sanders saw the telltale bulge in Don's pants as he hovered above the bed, his lens not missing a single detail of the torrid illicit act taking place there. Now he was at the foot of the bed, recording the up-and-down pumping of Julie's ass as the girl fucked herself to oblivion on her brother's huge cock. Then he closed in for a close-up shot of her puckered pink asshole as the fat cock wedged her butt cheeks apart as it surged up her snatch. Then to the side, to capture for posterity a pink-tipped boob jutting down past Rob's heaving rib cage, and the two adolescents' tongues straining out to meet each other as Rob lifted his face toward his younger sister's for a searing incestuous kiss.
The air of the room seemed to crackle with erotic energy. Marge herself felt the stirring inside her pendulous boobs, inside the deep well of her pussy. This was the most repulsive sight her eyes had ever seen: her children, her strong young son and lovely nubile daughter, stripped and tied and forced to fuck each other before her very eyes-and the glassy eye of Don's camera.
And loving it! Loving the forbidden feel of brother's body pressed against sister's body, sister's tits compressed like rubber balls between their chests, sweat sliming their skins, sister's cunt juice lathering the dark fur at their crotches, the turgid length of brother's greedy cock!
Their faces were pressed together, tongues smearing spit over passionate mouths. The springs of the big bed creaked as the two young bodies came together, fell apart, strove together again in a panting, sweating, incestuous orgy of fucking.
Instinct controlled Rob and Julie's movements now. Inexperienced as she was, the girl was gyrating her supple hips around and around the pistoning bar of cock stuffed up her cunt. More experienced, Rob was too horny for subtleties: he was shafting his giant prick in and out of that slavering cunt with every iota of strength he possessed!
Julie's mind floated away from her sweaty, fucking body. She was balling her brother-and she didn't care! No, that was wrong-she did care. She loved it! She loved the knowledge that it was her big, powerful, wonderful older brother's prick stuffing her pussy so full of delight. She loved the fact she was sucking his tongue like a lollipop. She loved the fact her stiff nipples were drawing invisible curlicues on his chest. If this was incest-fuck it!
She did.
And then it happened. Her body had been rising on a gentle curve of sexual excitement, so that no one thing pushed her over the edge into climax. All she knew was that the universe suddenly exploded in blinding white light and her body was racked with seizure after seizure of sheer erotic joy. She was coming! Her pussy pulsed frantically around the big, stabbing prick. Fresh torrents of cunt honey scalded her thighs. She was coming-not once, but again and ecstatically again!
Three separate surges of orgasm had gripped his sister's cunt when Rob's prick blew up. When Rob finally did come, he almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that filled his giant prick, his churning body, his mind. With no slackening of pace he fucked his jism into his sister as their souls grew closer than they had ever been, joined, melted in one red glow of ecstasy.
To Don, looking through the viewfinder of his camera, it looked as if Rob's big prick had been dipped in shaving cream. He'd never seen so much come in his life! Julie's gushing pussy oil looked like shiny soap smeared over the prick, and the two fluids blended together into a rank and messy mixture as the two teenagers squirmed and fucked one another, riding the last glorious wave-crests of their fantastic mutual orgasm.
At last the fury subsided. With a long sigh, the two collapsed onto the bed. Jism leaked from the gaping pussy lips, down the deflating cock, over the shrivelled ball-sac and down to stain the bedspread.
Don looked up from a last voyeuristic shot. Marge was sitting and staring, her face white as a sheet. Nearby, the beautiful Karin leaned against the dresser, robe open and legs apart, unabashedly fucking her stiffened fingers in and out of her dripping slit.
"Well, that's it," the big man said cheerfully. "Time for a change of scene!"