Chapter 1
"Suck on my cunt!" the woman said. "Eat my hot pussy!"
Out in the hall, Anne Marlowe quivered as she listened. The vile language made her shudder. It was hard to believe her own brother was in there with that woman. But the door was open a crack and Anne could see inside the room. It was Robert, all right. He was in there on the bed with that woman and he had his head between the woman's legs.
He's eating her pussy, Anne thought. He has his tongue in her pussy and he's licking up her juices.
The idea of it made Anne cringe. No man had touched her since she had been raped by four boys in high school, and that was the last time she'd had sex with another human being.
Sometimes, when her need for it became too great to resist, she used her fingers to bring herself off. She used her fingers to massage her pussy and rub her clit until she had an orgasm. Afterward, she always suffered tremendous guilt. The guilt would last for days or even weeks.
She had tried telling Reverend Miller about it, but it did no good. The reverend had hinted that he'd be willing to solve her problem in her bedroom. He wanted to fuck her. She had never gone back to him again.
Inside the room, Robert was now slurping noisily at the woman's pussy. Anne thought she recognized the woman. She was a married woman named Rachel with a reputation for being a hellcat.
Hellcat is right, Anne thought. Rachel lay there on the bed naked, half-sitting up to look down at Robert, her big tits flopping from side to side as she squirmed her body.
Anne knew it was awful to watch them like this, but she couldn't help it. She told herself the best way to avoid being sinful was to understand sin. By watching them she could learn how to stay on the right path. So she told - herself.
She hated Reverend Miller. She had always thought he was a man of God. But when she needed his help, he had turned out to be a man of the Devil.
I don't blame Robert, she thought. She could never blame her younger brother for anything. Rachel was almost twice his age and what was going on in there was certainly Rachel's fault.
And in Robert's room, of all places. Anne had returned home unexpectedly and heard strange noises coming from her brother's room. Rachel had a husband and children, and Anne guessed Rachel could not carry on like this in her own house.
Dear Lord, what will happen when I leave tomorrow? Anne thought. Tomorrow she was off for a two-month visit to her Aunt Clarissa. Beginning tomorrow, Robert would be left alone for the summer. Except for Rachel, Anne thought. Rachel, the hussy, would probably be here every day.
Robert was no longer sucking Rachel's pussy. Now he was removing his clothes. Anne had never seen her brother naked, and her blood raced as she watched him peel his clothes off.
When Robert was down to his shorts, Anne held her breath as she waited for the final unveiling.
Rachel chuckled, "Don't be bashful, honey."
"I'm not bashful," Robert said.
"Let's have a look at that lovely prick."
A moment later his shorts were down, and, for the first time, Anne gazed at her brother's cock.
She stepped back from the door. She made certain she was in the shadows. She did not want to be seen. Not now. Not when she had this chance to look at her brother.
It's a terrible sin, Anne thought. I should not look at my brother like this. But she couldn't help it. There was Robert's cock, stiff and throbbing in all its glory. There was no way she could avoid looking at it.
Now Robert was on the bed again. Rachel made him stretch out on his back. She leaned over him and toyed with his cock.
Anne was envious as she watched Rachel's
fingers move up and down Robert's large prick. His cock looked enormous. The only cocks Anne had ever seen belonged to those boys who had raped her nearly ten years ago. Those cocks had always loomed in her mind as massive and frightening. Her brother's cock also looked massive and frightening. Anne could not believe that a woman could take a thing like that inside her pussy.
Anne trembled with excitement as Rachel now leaned over and began licking Robert's rampant cock. She licked up and down his cockshaft, from his cockhead to his balls. Her wide pink tongue lapped over his cockflesh until his prick glistened with her saliva.
My God, how disgusting, Anne thought. Rachel was actually bathing her brother's prick with her saliva.
Anne knew what was coming next. She'd read about it in books. Anything could be found in books now, all kinds of evil practices that were works of the Devil. She held her breath and waited, and a moment later she shuddered as Rachel opened her mouth wide and engulfed Robert's fat cockhead.
It's disgusting, Anne thought. The boys who had raped her had made her take their cocks in her mouth and she always cringed when she remembered it. Now she wondered how her brother's cock would feel in her own mouth. She wondered what it would taste like. She ran her tongue over her lips as she watched Rachel's mouth move up and down on Robert's stiff prick. It's horrible, Anne thought. It's a terrible sin for me to even imagine it.
Once again Anne felt guilty, but this time the guilt was caused by her excitement. She found herself tremendously aroused by the scene inside her brother's room. It was one thing to watch them in order to learn about sin, but it was something else to get turned on by it. It was shameful, that was what it was.
Her pussy was wet. She could feel the wetness each time she moved her thighs.
She slipped a hand down over the front of her dress to the joining of her thighs. She pressed her fingers into the mound of her pussy. She rubbed up and down and from side to side, massaging her clit with her cuntlips.
Dear Lord, forgive me, she thought. I can't help it.
Wave after wave of hot guilt washed over her as the pleasurable feeling rose up from her cunt. She did not allow herself to come. That far she would not go.
When Anne peered into the room again, she saw that Rachel had now turned her body around. Now Rachel straddled Robert with her crotch over his face and her own face over Robert's cock.
As Anne watched with a pounding heart, Rachel lowered her cunt onto Robert's upturned mouth and then leaned forward to take his prick inside her lips.
My God, they're sucking each other at the same time, Anne thought. She could not conceive of anything more depraved.
Rachel's lips moved up and down the shaft of Robert's cock as she squirmed her cunt against his nose and mouth and chin.
Robert and Rachel finally fell apart. Rachel rolled over on her back and pulled her knees to her tits. Her cunt gaped open like a dark wet canyon. Robert climbed between Rachel's thighs, and, a moment later, Anne watched as her brother slid his hard cock inside Rachel's steaming cunt.
Robert slammed his cock in and out of Rachel's cunt. Rachel held his asscheeks with her hands as he pounded her pussy. Then suddenly they rolled over and Rachel was on top of Robert.
Seated on Robert's cock, Rachel beamed down at him. "Your cock feels wonderful today," she said.
Robert grinned. "You like it, huh?"
"You bet I do."
Anne was furious. It was obvious this was not the first time they had fucked. Damn them to hell! She wondered how long her brother had been hiding his affair with Rachel from her.
Rachel was fucking him now, moving up and down on his cock. She dangled her big tits over his face and laughed with pleasure as he tried to catch one of her fat nipples with his mouth.
Anne could clearly see how Rachel's wet cunt moved up and down on her brother's hard prick. Rachel's swollen cuntlips seemed to grab his cock each time she raised her ass. And then when she moved down again, Rachel's asscheeks jiggled and bounced as she slammed into his crotch.
Globs of cuntjuice oozed out of Rachel's pussy to stream over Robert's cock and balls.
Rachel finally climbed off Robert's cock and told him to kneel on all fours. He smirked at her, but he did as she asked.
Anne watched with puzzled amazement as Rachel moved around behind Robert and began raining kisses over his muscular asscheeks. And then Anne gasped as Rachel pushed her face between Robert's asscheeks and began licking his asshole.
Oh, my God, Anne thought. This had to be the lewdest thing she had ever imagined. Rachel had her face pressed between Robert's asscheeks and she seemed to be actually sucking his asshole!
Robert groaned. "Jesus Christ, that feels good!"
Rachel pulled her face away from his ass a moment and chuckled. "You like that, don't you, honey?"
"You're damn right I like it," Robert grunted. "Come on get your tongue inside."
Anne thought she would faint. It was almost too much to bear. Her knees felt weak and her hands were trembling. She still had one hand rubbing her pussy, and now she rubbed harder as she fixed her eyes on the scene in the room. Rachel continued licking and sucking Robert's asshole awhile, and then she pulled her face away from his ass and rolled over on her back. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me now!"
Robert was between Rachel's legs again, and once more he was fucking her. This time his cock whipped in and out of Rachel's cunt at a rapid pace. Rachel urged him on with her hands on his humping ass. He fucked her hard and fast and Anne understood that soon Robert would come. He would shoot his hot load of spunk inside Rachel's hungry pussy.
At last Robert heaved and groaned and began spurting his jism. Rachel cried out as he emptied his balls into her cunt.
Anne imagined her brother's hot spunk splashing into Rachel's gaping cunt. She closed her eyes and furiously rubbed her pussy. Her nipples were hard and her tits felt like swollen balloons. Her clit felt stiff and bloated. She couldn't go on like this. She had to come. Clenching her teeth to prevent herself from making any noise, she rubbed her clit in a frenzy and brought herself off. God forgive me, Anne thought. I had to do it.
When she looked inside the room again, she saw that Rachel once more had Robert's cock in her mouth.
Anne watched as Rachel quickly brought Robert's cock back to life. When his prick was hard and throbbing and once again ready for action, Rachel smiled at him and said, "Give it to me from behind now."
Rachel positioned herself on her hands and knees and Robert moved behind her.
Rachel's ass was raised, her white asscheeks gleaming, her asscrack dark and moist. Anne could see Rachel's brown little asshole and then, below that, the hairy pouch of Rachel's cunt. Rachel's drooping cuntlips looked swollen.
Robert rubbed his cock up and down the gash of Rachel's cunt. Then at last he found her cunthole with his cockhead and he lurched forward to bury his fuckmeat in her pussy.
Out in the hall, Anne fingered her clit and moaned softly as she watched her brother begin fucking Rachel's hairy cunt from behind.
"I bet you'll be glad when you're sister leaves," Rachel said. "Is she really a prude?"
"She thinks she's a nun." Your Aunt Clarissa might straighten her out." "Maybe."
Anne blushed. She was furious at the way they talked about her. They were sinners, and yet they criticized her, called her a prude and a nun. And what did they mean about Aunt Clarissa? Anne hadn't seen her aunt in a dozen years, but she expected nothing but a pleasant summer in her aunt's house. Just what did they mean about Aunt Clarissa straightening her out?
Holding Rachel's ass, Robert fucked her cunt with a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before the adulterous pair on the bed reached a climax together. They both groaned as Robert shot his load into Rachel's spasming pussy.
In the corridor Anne bit her lip with frustration and slipped away to her room.