Chapter 4
What seemed to Carla like a few hours after Rory and Skip had disappeared with Aunt Jane, Skip finally reappeared in the bedroom. He was still naked and fully erect, and he was chomp-ing on a thick slab of cold ham.
"Did I hear somebody whining in there?" he said, glancing around the room then finally down at Carla, as if he'd just discovered her. His eyes focused on her partially open pussy, out of which Rory's cum was still oozing.
Carla ground her teeth. "Let me up, you asshole!"
"Why should I?" Skip said. He tore off a chunk of ham with his teeth.
"Because if you don't, you'll be in the big-gest trouble of your life once Mom and Dad get home. If you let me up now, I won't say a word about what you did to me."
"What did I do? Rory's the one who drilled out your cunt."
"You raped my mouth, dum-dum, or have you forgotten? And you raped Aunt Jane's mouth too. What have you done with her, anyway? She better be all right."
"We put her in the basement, tied up. And guess what. She don't have no clothes on." Skip stuffed down the rest of the ham.
"You're crazy."
"Nope," Skip said. "She's naked as you are, bitch. And guess what. She's stacked even bet-ter than you are. Great ass!"
Carla couldn't believe it. Even after what she'd witnessed and experienced in this bedroom, she couldn't believe that her brothers would dare to take off Aunt Jane's clothes and tie her up, as if they intended to rape her or something.
"You and Rory are in big trouble," Carla said. You'd better let me up, and you'd bet-ter let Aunt Jane go-or else."
"Or else what?" Skip said. He started massaging ham grease into his cock.
"Or you're both going to end up in reform school or prison, or something."
Skip felt her tits with his greasy hand, rub-bing ham grease into her nipples and cherry-bumps, pinching the sensitive flesh and mak-ing her squirm. "You sure are a prissy bitch for a girl who's always wiggling her ass in some guy's face. And you know what. You sound just like Aunt Jane. I bet you wanna be a nun."
"Stop that!" Carla gasped, her cunt almost cramping as Skip pinched and pulled on her nipples.
"Sure," Skip said. He let go of her nipples, then leaned over and started sucking on them. His lips were greasy and his breath smelled of smoked ham. Carla writhed, her cunt doing flip-flops as her brother tortured her tits mercilessly. When he started biting her nipples, she pleaded with him to stop. He raised his head, smiling wickedly. Then he mashed his mouth to hers and French kissed her. She choked on his salty spit and on his thrusting tongue.
He pulled away at last, licking his lips and massaging his cock. "Does my tongue taste like pussy, maybe? That's cause it's been up your filthy cunt about a thousand times. My tongue's good enough for your holy pussy, but my prick ain't."
As he climbed up on the bed and kneeled between her legs, Carla ground her teeth with helpless frustration. She knew he was going to rape her, just as Rory had raped her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She'd been teasing him with her body for years, allow-ing him to blow her, but never allowing him to satisfy his cock on or in her flesh. She'd sworn to herself that she'd never let either of her brothers pleasure themselves on her body, and now she was helpless to prevent it. Rory had already raped her, degraded her, and now Skip was going to do the same, using her as he wished for his selfish pleasure.
Skip's cock squirmed in his hand, greasy with ham fat as he pressed the drooling head against her cunt and rubbed it up and down between her furry pussy lips. As he worked his burning prick against her cuntmeat, her cuntlips spread even wider and her cunthole opened even more. Cum leaked from her steaming pussy, and Skip got his prickhead slimy with it.
"You're filthy!" Carla said. "You're an animal!"
"So are you," Skip said, stuffing his cockhead into her cunt. He braced his hands alongside her, then rammed.
Carla arched up as her brother's prick torpedoed up her cunt. She threw her head back, grinding the back of it against the mattress, turning up her throat. Her cunt contracted hard, fighting the sudden and vicious assault of his cock. He fell on her, pleasuring his flesh against her naked body, gnawing at her exposed neck. Carla felt as if she were simultaneously being devoured and bored out. She panted fiercely, her tits heaving, whimpers escaping her throat.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" Skip moaned, his slim body undulating, his loins working.
His cock plunged in Carla's pussy, making squishing, slooshing noises as it whipped up Rory's cum and Carla's fuck-juices.
"What tits! What a crotch!"
Carla felt completely used and degraded. Only special boys ever got the privilege of dip-ping their horny fuckrods in her cunt, only boys who had endured her repeated put-downs and who had proved their worthiness to her by beg-ging her for dates and spending lots of money on her. And when she finally allowed them to enter her, they entered her slowly, gently, only fucking hard and fast once Carla got good and warmed up and gave them the go-ahead to let loose. She had always felt worshipped when she allowed boys to fuck her. She had always been in control of them. Now she had no control at all, and she was being used like a common slut.
Skip got so carried away as he bucked and squirmed on top of her that he giggled with the joy of complete abandon. He fucked fast, fucked slow, turned his body this way and that so he could penetrate her cunt from different angles. Juice bubbled and foamed out around his plunging cock, and his balls got sopping wet with it. The mattress under Carla's ass was get-ting wet too. He started to sweat hard, and his body slid against his sister's flesh as if they'd both been rubbed down with oil.
Carla squirmed and thrashed, cursing and threatening her brother, but her words only ex-cited him more. As his body heated up, she could smell his reeking male armpits, and she thought she would choke to death on the scent. Every boy who had ever fucked her-with the exception of Rory-had smelled of soap and cologne and deodorant. She tried to hold her breath so she wouldn't have to smell Skip anymore.
He seemed to read her mind. He shoved his armpit in her face, plastered the sweaty tuft of hair to her mouth. .
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Lick it clean!"
She licked in self-defense, to avoid being smothered to death. A salty, musky taste filled her mouth. The reeking smell made her brain spin. Skip knifed his cock in and out of her cunt and made her gasp. He shoved his other arm-pit in her face and made her suck that one clean too. Suddenly, he was ejaculating.
"Ohhhh shit!" he grunted. "Uh, wow!"
The cum shot from his jerking, vibrating cock. His eyes rolled deliriously. He rubbed his body fiercely against Carla as he churned his spasming prick inside her body. His cock seemed to give off electrical jolts as it quivered and flexed, spitting hot jizz.
Carla jerked and gasped with each spurt, let-ting her brother deposit his load inside her as if she were nothing more than a cum receptacle. Her mouth and nose were sticky with the sweat of his armpits, and a few armpit hairs clung to her lips.
Skip worked his body on top of her until he'd squeezed out every delicious twinge of fuck- pleasure. Then he relaxed on top of her, using her soft, warm body as a mattress as he drifted into a satisfied sleep, his half-hard prick still buried in her fluffy cunthole.
As he slept, Carla lay under him, hardly able to breathe from the weight of his body, and aching with the need to relieve the fuck-tension in her loins. The sliding of Skip's cock inside her had wound her up, had rubbed her fuckmeat full of tension and need, but he'd shot his wad before Carla had got off. Carla moaned with frustration. It was the first time in her life that she'd been left hanging like this, had been left unsatisfied.
She worked her loins against him, tried to fuck herself on his motionless cock, but his cock had softened, and as she squirmed, his cock slipped out of her completely.
"Damn it!" she whispered. As degrading as the thought was, she couldn't help wishing that Skip would wake up and rape her again. She needed to come, but for the first time in her life, she was helpless to satisfy herself.