"His horny sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Scott William)

CHAPTER TWO

Todd's first glimpse of his sister's pussy made his erect prick jerk convulsively, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it didn't.

He pulled the panties off Sharon's feet and tossed them aside. He leaned against one of her legs, holding it immobile against the bed, while he grasped the other and tied a stocking around its ankle. He extended that stocking to a lower corner of the bed and looped it securely around the frame. He wrenched her other leg towards the opposite corner of the bed and tied it in the same manner. Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze.

Sharon was horrified. She had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her cunt was utterly exposed to her brother's eyes, plus the sight of his stalwart prick, sticking up fiercely from below his belly, gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Moisture erupted from the inside of her cunt. Todd grinned as he watched it dribble along her partially unfurled pussylips.

He leaned closer and placed his thumbs against the puffy outer cuntlips which were covered by downy, golden-red curls. As he spread the tender lips open wide, all her juicy inner pinkness became exposed. He saw her cute clit sticking up, below it the tiny vent of her urethra, then the deepening recess of her cunt hole which was rosy and inviting. His cock ached to sink into her snatch.

But there were other things to do with her first, he thought, and other things to see.

He moved around beside her and worked a hand underneath her back so he could lower the zipper on her dress. She stared up at him, wide-eyed. She was making no sound now, and she wasn't moving. She felt utterly helpless.

Her sense of degradation was overwhelming. Even in her wildest dreams, she hadn't imagined herself in a position like this. And the fact that Todd was the one who was forcing it upon her still seemed impossible – yet it was true.

Opening the zipper down the back of her dress permitted Todd to push the garment all the way up to her armpits, exposing her firm, shapely boobs. Her nipples stood like pink towers on small circular bases. Todd grinned as he brushed his hand across the rubbery nubs, causing her tits to quiver.

"Baby, you're really stacked!" he said.

She tried to speak against the gag, but it was useless. All she could do was moan.

Her gaze kept returning to his hard-on, which showed no sign of softening. In fact, the head seemed even huger, if that was possible, and was now completely covered by gleaming moisture.

He bent and snaked his tongue around one of her standing nipples. She shivered and tried to make herself believe that her response was due to revulsion. But she knew better. Excitement sizzled along her nerves. Her box was getting wetter by the minute, and the inner mouth of her cunt palpitated as it tried to stretch open wide.

Todd basketed her tits between his hands, shoving the satiny, resilient mounds together, and began to lick them all over. His restless tongue flogged the tingling nipples and slid wetly up and down the smooth, curved surfaces. After he had done this for a while, he clasped his warm, sucking lips around first one nipple, then the other, and drew at them for long, pleasurable moments, enhancing his own excitement as he built up Sharon's despite her wish not to respond.

Oooh, Steve. Steve! she thought. Why aren't you here with me?

She moaned another anguished but garbled protest against Todd's debasement of her, then let her eyes fall closed. His tongue was doing marvelous things to her tits as it glided back and forth, up and down, crossing and recrossing her hot, throbbing nipples. Again his lips clamped around one of the sensitive passion buds and sucked so delightfully that she was inundated by voluptuous sensations.

She writhed against the mattress, straining at her bonds. It was terribly humiliating to be spread out and tied, and to be treated as Todd was treating her, yet there was a perverse pleasure that flowed from it. Her cunt throbbed.

Todd kissed downward along her body. He licked at her smooth, quivering tummy as she wriggled. Then his hand passed over the tuft of hair on her cunt mound and dipped between her open thighs, stroking up and down on her soft, wet gash.

She tried desperately to blot out the thrills that cascaded through her. But it was no use – she wanted and needed what Todd was doing. She wished he weren't the instrument, but he was young and handsome and male, and the effect was almost the same as Steve would have aroused if he were with her.

Todd's stroking of her wet, unfurled cuntlips caused his fingers to sink into the meaty softness. The inquisitive tip of his middle finger found the way which led deep into her body. Soon that finger was gliding smoothly in and out, fucking her hot, molten hole.

Oh, no! Sharon thought. No!

But her body throbbed wildly. It wanted to reach for a deeper, wider penetration. It was only by exerting the greatest possible effort that she managed to keep her hips from bobbing against her brother's lewd and incestuous finger strokes.

His own excitement had now reached a pitch that demanded gratification without further delay Sharon's eyes widened still more as she watched him scramble between her thighs. Her skin burned where his turgid prick slapped against her as he settled himself. She stared up at his face, which was so familiar yet seemed strange now.

No… no… no! she thought. God, no!

But there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Emitting a short, animalistic growl, Todd pushed his cock down and nosed its tip into his sister's passionately flaring cunt. She moaned against the gag and strained at her bonds. He mustn't do this! she thought. He mustn't!

But he proceeded to glide his thick and marvelously rigid rod into her hole until she had absorbed its entire length. He held the shaft deeply within her cunt for a few moments, and she stared up at him. The presence of his prick in her twat felt exactly like it did with Steve but it wasn't Steve's face that was looking down at her.

She jammed her eyes closed and tried to shut out the feel of her brother as she had blocked out the sight. But when he began to stroke his big, strong cock within her snatch – pulling the tool back and thrusting it forward, up and down, out and in the magnificent pleasure of his fucking bombarded her brain, and she couldn't keep her own hips from moving.

Once the avalanche of her response had started, it continued of its own accord, building in force, until she was shrieking against the gag as her hot cunt drove up and down the slippery length of his shaft. The hair-covered lips of her twat ground themselves into the coarse tendrils at the base of his cock. His balls slapped rhythmically against her asshole.

"Steve… Steve… Steve…" she was saying into the gag, as she kept her eyes tightly closed in an effort to support the fantasy. But she knew this wasn't Steve who was fucking her. It was her brother. Her own brother!

He moved faster, grunting. The rapid pumping of his full, firm prick gave the nerve endings of her cunt and clitoris the complete measure of stimulation she had longed for ever since Steve had gone away. Though she kept trying to make her mind blank, her effort was foredoomed to failure, and she couldn't help surging toward a climax.

The release was magnificent – as good as she had ever experienced with Steve. It actually seemed better, because she had gone without satisfaction for so long and her need had become so intense.

She vibrated and moaned.

But then, as a blissful, warm relaxation came over her, Todd came. She felt his hot cum strike at the entrance of her womb, and this gave rise to a fresh wave of shock and shame.

His semen! she thought that if it makes me pregnant?

My God! Oh, my God!

She began to move anxiously against him, as if to throw him off. But this, of course, was impossible, since she was tied hand and foot. Her eyes blazed wildly. She made anguished sounds against the gag.

Todd grinned and backed off her.

"Hey, that was all right!" he said. "You were great. Steve's a lucky guy."

She kept trying to speak, but he couldn't make out any of the words.

"I'll take the gag off," he offered, "if you'll promise not to yell."

She nodded quickly.

He reached around to the back of her head as she raised herself from the pillow. He unknotted the gag and tossed it to the floor.

"Ooh, Todd… Todd!" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes now. "That was awful! Oh, it was a terrible thing to do! What if I get pregnant?"

He grinned. "Then old Steve will have himself a baby. But you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"

"Let me up," she pleaded earnestly. "I've got to take a douche. If I do it right away, maybe I'll be safe."

"You won't try to run out, will you?"

"No, of course not! Just let me go to the bathroom."

He decided it was a good idea for her to take the douche. A baby would complicate things, he thought, particularly since it would be the product of incest and might therefore be abnormal. He presumed that she had a supply of the Pill, which she had been taking while Steve was at home, and he made a mental note to tell her to get back on them. But he didn't want to open that discussion just now; time was important if they were going to forestall the threat of pregnancy.

Immediately he proceeded to untie her, and she got shakily to her feet. Her dress fell back, covering her. Her brain was reeling, and her legs would hardly support he, at first, but she managed to make it to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and readied the douche as quickly as she could.

She felt a sickening sense of guilt, because she believed she had done something unspeakably evil.

She had not only been untrue to Steve, but she'd fucked with her own brother. If she hadn't climaxed, she might have avoided most of the blame, in her own mind, on the ground that Todd had bound her and had forced her to accept his cock. But her physical enjoyment of the act had closed this moral escape hatch, and she had to face the full brunt of shame.

When she returned to the bedroom, he was stretched out on the bed, still naked. She didn't look at him at first. But she felt his eyes following her as she moved about, picking up her panties and the pillowcases he had used to bind and gag her.

"You dug it," he said. "Tell me you dug it."

"I thought it was terrible," she responded, "and I'll always hate you for doing it to me."

"Listen to her," he scoffed. "The little hypocrite! Well, I've got lots of time, Shari, and we're going to be together day and night. You'll admit the truth be fore long."

Finally she faced him. "I want you to get out of here," she said. "And the way I feel right now, I never want to see you again."

"Ha-ha," he said, smirking.

Her eyes swept down his nude, handsome form. She couldn't seem to keep her gaze from returning to his crotch. Now his prick was soft, and it seemed harmless, but she recalled how it had felt inside her cunt, and she shuddered, turning away.

"You've got some pills, haven't you?" he asked.

"What?"

"Some pills. Contraceptives. Have you got any?"

"Start taking them. Take one right now."

"I will not!" Her eyes blazed with defiance.

"Baby, you're pissing me off," he warned.

"Don't call me baby! And stop using those horrid words."

"Looks like I'm going to have to tie you up again."

"I won't let you," she declared, tensing herself and watching him warily. "I'll run."

"You'll have to run mighty fast."

She decided that he had gone mad. To her, there was no other explanation for his completely amoral attitude. It seemed clear that she would have to escape right away, if she was going to do it. She would have to run out of the apartment with nothing but the dress on her back. One of her friends in the building would give her refuge, she believed, and from their apartment she would be able to call the police.

But if she were to do that, the whole story would come out. Her parents would hear about it. Steve would find out, too. Oh God! she thought.

As Todd got off the bed, she backed up slowly, her eyes on him every second. She didn't know which would be worse to let him catch her again and fuck her like he had before, or call the police and create a sandal. It was a difficult decision, and she hesitated for a few seconds.

That slight delay took the decision out of her hands, for Todd lunged and caught her. He spun her around and tossed her onto the bed once more. Whimpering urgently, she tried to scramble away, but he was on her, holding her down and swinging astride her.

"Don't yell," he warned quickly, "or there'll be a bad scene. Think about it. You don't want people to come in here now."

It was true. She didn't want that. She realized at least that the scandal would be even worse than what was happening. But to think that her brother – her own brother – was treating her this way. That was almost too terrible for her mind to accept.

She stared fearfully at his crotch as he sat obscenely atop her. His prick curved forward, not hard but not completely soft, either. The hoselike, nozzled tool bore some drying traces of his sexual moisture and her own. The scent was strong in her nostrils, and it made her head light.

"I've got to get you over your high and mighty attitude, sister dear," he said. "You were always that way with me it home. You always knew best, and you bossed me around. Well, I'm the boss now, and I'm going to make you like it. The reason I can do that is because I've got what you need."

He took hold of his cock and waggled it lewdly.

She closed her eyes. "Ooh, no! Noooh! Nooooh!"

She felt him move, and she opened her eyes. She was shocked to see his crotch approaching her face, his prick shaking and bobbing, his balls quivering as they hung down. He shifted his knees to the outer sides of her arms, which placed her in complete submission. His sexual scent grew stronger. It's suffocating! she thought.

She turned her head away and tried to shut out the smell. But that was impossible. It seemed to permeate her being.

He laughed as he settled astride her neck, his cock and balls hanging above her chin.

Sharon had never engaged in oral sex with her husband. Steve had never suggested it to her, and she had never given it a serious thought. She had heard about cocksucking and cunt-lapping, of course, but had considered these practices perverted and filthy. Nice people simply didn't do that, she believed.

But now, suddenly, it seemed that Todd – her brother – was going to force such a practice upon her. This would be even worse than what he had done to her a little while ago. It would make her deathly ill, she believed.

"No… no… no!" she said, turning her head from side to side.

"What's the matter, Shari?" he asked with a chuckle. "Haven't you ever sucked a cock before?"

"Oooh, God!" she moaned.

"You mean you've never taken Steve's big old pecker into your mouth?"

Make him stop it! she prayed. And make him stop using those awful words! Let him treat me the way he used to, when we were living at home.

But it was clear that he resented the relationship they used to have and would never return to it. He was a different person now, she thought. A horrible person – and he expected her to treat him in a different and shocking way.

She knew it would do no good to appeal to him as her brother. There was no hope for her at all. She would have to submit to his lascivious demands, even if this ruined her, even if it made her ill.

Oh, Todd… Todd, she thought. How can you treat me like this?

He lowered himself slightly, bringing his balls to rest against her chin. His prick dangled close to her nose.

"You've got to make my cock hard, baby," he said in a tense voice, "so I can screw you again. You know you want that."

No no no she kept thinking.

"Come on, Shari," he added as he grasped his prick and rubbed the tip across her nostrils. "Take this nice old cock in your mouth."

She knew the terribly degrading moment had come.