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CHAPTER FIVE

Whit leaned over. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, nearly painfully. "Hold still and let her suck your Goddamn cunt," he said forcefully.

"Whit! What are you doing! Let me go, you're hurting me! Whit, what's come over you! I'm your sister!"

"You're more than that, baby. You're my ticket to lunch. Now, you behave yourself and mind your big brother, and everything's gonna be just fine."

"Ohhhhh…" Monica wailed. She looked at her brother fearfully. She felt her knees spread wide open by Carla's body. She felt the press of full, pointed tits against her inner thighs.

Then slim fingers were spreading her pussy lips open, holding them apart, making her pink, bloated pussy into a bullseye of trembling flesh that Carla was staring directly into.

Whit's words spun in her mind. She didn't know what he was talking about. But the sound of his voice struck dread through her.

"You got hold of her, fucker? I'm going to eat her cunt now."

"Yeah, I've got… wait a minute, baby. Let me get a feel of that sweet little twat first."

Whit grinned right in front of his sister's face. He moved his hand to her lap. His fingertips trailed over her flat, naked belly and over the smooth, silky flesh of her inner thighs.

"Whit!" Monica gasped.

"Like that, Sis?" he grinned heatedly. "Like the feel of somebody playing with your twat? Here, see how you like this."

"Ahhhh, Whit!"

"Ohhh, man, I've been aching to do this all week!"

His fingers settled over her milky pussy mouth. He pressed inward with them. The folds of her lips spread aside, and her vaginal mouth quivered and pulsed with the sensation.

"Ahhhhhh, Whit! Stop! You're touching my pussy! Whit, stop – you're my brother!"

"Mmmmm, nice cunt. Feel that clit! God, is it ever sticking out, baby! She's a hot one! She's gonna drown you when she comes!"

"Just like her brother tried to do just now," Carla moaned, licking her lips. "Come on, get your hand out of there – I'm thirsty!"

Whit felt around a moment longer. The tip of his finger slid into Monica's pussy mouth. She jumped and let out a sharp squeak of pain.

"Yep," Whit said. "There it is. She's still cherry, baby. Watch that thing. Don't pop it with your big flicking tongue. We gotta keep her twat all in one piece."

"That's going to be hard to do, Whit," Carla said.

"Hard or not, we're going to, you hear?" he said forcefully.

"Whit, what are you talking about!" Monica cried, tossing her head back and forth. "Oh, let me go! Take your finger out of my pussy, it hurts! Take me back home! Oh, Whit – I'm scared!"

"There's nothing to be scared of, Sis," he said, kissing the side of her face. "I'll be with you all the time. I won't let anything happen to you. Now, you just sit there and lift your sweet virginal pussy up and let Carla suck it off for you."

"Hey, come on – just enjoy it, Sis. Nobody's going to hurt you. Just remember that – nobody's going to hurt you."

She looked at him, her emotions in turmoil. "Whit, tell me what's happening. Oh, please – what are you doing, Whit?"

"Later, baby," he said. "Right now I'm going to sit right here and watch your sweet pussy shudder and leak all over when you come big and hard."

"Ohhhhh, Whit…" she moaned.

He slipped his fingers from her vaginal mouth. He swirled them over her straining clit and made her hips jerk wantonly. The knowledge that it was her brother's touch that made her blood oil right then swept through her and intensified the sensation beyond belief.

Then his hand was gone from her pussy. It cupped her tit, squeezing gently. She heard him moan something about feeling her tits again, and then her emotions took a fearsome lurch.

"Ahhhhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.

Silky blond hair caressed her inner thighs. Fingertips kept her bloated pussy lips widely parted. And then the softest, warmest, most thrilling sensation she could have imagined covered her whole twat mouth and sucked gently.

Carla's lips compressed against her puffy flesh and drew. Her tongue tip came out and swirled about her silky hole and licked the sudden rush of cunt honey away.

Monica's hips jerked and surged, and she moaned again and again, unable to get enough of the wonderful sensation. Her clit throbbed and stretched from the top of her cleft, seeking the velvety touch of Carla's tongue.

She got it. Carla swirled the tip of her tongue around the root and then the head of Monica's clit. Electric jolts shattered her emotions, and she exploded at once.

"Yaaaaaagh!" she cried, gasping and panting.

"My God!" Whit cried with a touch of awe. "You just started on her, baby, and she's coming already!"

"Whit! Whit! I'm coming! Ohhhhh, Whit, she's sucked my pussy off and made me come!"

Monica clutched at her brother's arm and pulled his hand tightly against her swollen, throbbing tit, making him mash it flat against her chest with his squeezing fingers.

Her thighs shuddered, and her butt twisted and jerked in the seat as her pussy burst forth with a flood of juice and quivered wildly against the pressing tongue and lips.

Carla licked and slurped, using the flat of her tongue, sucking up all the thick, syrupy honey that flowed from Monica's virginal pussy hole.

"Mmmm, so sweet!" she gasped, pulling her mouth away for just a moment, licking her lips. "Sweet pussy juice, Whit – I want more!"

"Ohhhhh, not again – stop…" Monica wailed. "Ohhhhhh, it's not right – not right!"

Carla paid no attention. She scooped her hands under Monica's quivering butt cheeks and lifted her ass from the seat. Her pussy seemed to spread open even more, and her thighs turned up and outward to give Carla more access to the center of her being.

At the same time, she felt her brother gasping harshly against the side of her face. His hands pulled at the shoulder of her dress. Then he reached at the back of her neck and found the tab of the zipper there and began lowering it.

"Whit – Whit…" Monica cried, tossing her head, feeling overwhelmed by the lust inside her and the incestuous intimacy of her brother.

"Ahhhhhh, Sis," he gasped. "What a hot twat you've got! God, you really need it, don't you. Give her another one, Sis – go on, come right in her sucking mouth again while I… ohhhhhh, man, what terrific tits, Sis!"

He'd opened the back of her dress and pulled the garment from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms until her tits were bare. Then he'd lifted her mesh bra up over them and made them completely naked.

Monica groaned helplessly. Her pussy was being sucked and licked again by Carla's flickering tongue. And now her tits were being mauled by her brother.

The top of her head nearly came off when she felt his hot breath on her succulent mounds and knew exactly what he was going to do next. Her own brother!

His lips parted. They sucked down over the end of her squeezed, pointing tit. Warmth bathed her nipple and made it sprout wildly into his mouth.

His tongue battered the rubbery nub and made her whimper with passion and lust and the illicitness of it.

"Ohhhhh, stop, Whit… don't…" she gasped.

But her body made a mockery of her words. Her hand cupped the back of his head. Her other hand went to her lap and cupped the back of Carla's head, pressing the girl's face more firmly against her sweltering, shuddering crotch.

"Ahhhhhh, God! God!" she cried wantonly.

Her spine arched. Her tit filled her brother's mouth full of the soft, sweet flesh. Her nipple felt ready to spurt something warm and sweet.

Carla's tongue washed up and down the slippery, running gap of her pussy. It circled over her clit again. It rimmed the muscular mouth of her virginal hole and darted inside, probing toward her tautly stretched cherry.

"Ah! At!" she gasped sharply.

When her body wrenched, Whit sucked his mouth from her tit and shot Carla a warning glance.

"Don't pop her twat, damn it!"

Carla didn't respond. But she kept her tongue back, making it circle right at the mouth and press thrillingly against the big muscle there.

Whit leaned over farther and sucked at her other tit, drawing on it, making it into a stiff cone with his squeezing fingers. Monica moaned and tossed, arching her spine shamefully, giving him as much of her swollen, hot tit as his mouth could take.

She had no modesty left now. It had gone too far. All she wanted right then was the sensation they were giving her. Whit had been right. There was nothing to do but enjoy it. She could feel guilty and ashamed later.

Her eyes popped open suddenly. She stared down at Carla's head. She felt her ass being lifted higher from the seat and her legs being forced up and back.

Carla spread her butt cheeks wide. Her tongue licked down her pussy gap and over her vaginal mouth and then kept on going, under the succulent, sensitive under curve of her crotch.

"What – what are you… ohhhh, God! Ohhhhhh, God!"

The wet, velvety tip of her tongue – that's what it was. It had to be that. It writhed and circled. It darted back and forth. It fucked in and out and thrilled her beyond belief.

"Whit – she's fucking my asshole with her tongue!" Monica cried harshly and loudly, right into his ear.

Her body jerked rind shuddered. Her tit swelled into his mouth until he nearly choked on the abundance of it. Heat blazed through her body in wild, licking tongues of flame that shot inward from the torching spark at her asshole.

Whit pulled his mouth from her tit again. "You like it, don't you, Sis?" he asked, his voice gasping and husky. "Don't deny it, Monica – you love it!"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

There wasn't any cherry in her asshole. Carla didn't have to hold back, and she didn't. Her tongue drilled deeply into the dark tunnel, writhing and wriggling, pulling back, making the sensitive ring of tissue pulse and suck wildly.

Whit watched, bending over her lap to stare. He could see her open pussy, the slick meat, all pink and quivery. He could even see the ragged hole in her cherry.

He watched Carla's tongue thrust in and out of her lips, the tip sinking into the rubbery, stretched ring of his sister's asshole.

"Christ, am I hot!" he gasped, his prick thrusting and throbbing from his lap. "Carla, hurry up and finish her off and suck my cock again!"

Carla shook her head. Her tongue was imbedded in Monica's tight little asshole. The motion made Monica's hips toss from side to side.

"Then jack me off!" he moaned, squeezing his sister's tit again while he watched her asshole being eaten. Carla was lapping and lapping at it now, her tongue making long, sweeping strokes that rasped softly over Monica's pussy mouth too, stimulating her young, hot body in both places.

But Carla's hands were full of Monica's round asscheeks. Whit moaned and fucked his hips into the air. Then he took his sister's hand and drew it toward his flaming prick.

He wrapped her fingers around the heated stalk before she knew what he was doing. She felt the girth of him, the throbbing of his rampant flesh, and she couldn't stop her hand from squeezing the hard cock.

"You do it, Sis!" he gasped. "Monica – jack my cock off! Ahhh, God, I'm hot!"

"Whit – Whit!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh…"

He was moving her wrist up and down. His prick slid back and forth in the circle of her clutching fingers. She felt his hips strain forward, and her mind spun.

She couldn't believe it. She had her hand wrapped around her brother's hot cock, playing with it, fucking the stiff shaft with it, bringing him to orgasm. She hadn't even done that with Burke.

"Ahhhhhgh!" Whit groaned, straining, trying to come. "Faster! More! Ohhhhh, shit, you're not doing it right! It isn't going to work! God, I've got to fuck!"

He gasped and moaned. Then he made a sudden move. It was quick and clumsy. He banged his knee against the steering wheel. He bumped his head on the ceiling panel.

But he managed to reposition himself anyway, and Monica couldn't do anything about it but gasp and whimper.

Her eyes popped from her head. She couldn't believe what he was doing. But his leg swung over her body in the cramped confines, and he twisted himself around until he was facing her.

Until his throbbing, stretching prick was facing her!

"Suck it, Sis!" he groaned wildly. "Suck my cock!"

"Whi-i-i-t!" she cried, a drawn out, shaky sound of terror and lust and shame all rolled into one tremulous wail.

"You just watched her do it! You can do it! Monica – your brother… you can do it for your brother!"

He had one hand on the back of the seat. He held his prick with the other one, lowering his hips toward her face, feeding the stiff, dripping shaft toward her lips.

The head smeared over them. The touch was heady and thrilling and debasing all at once. Slippery oil coated her lips suddenly, and she licked out with the tip of her tongue.

Flavor burst through her senses – the taste of hot cock. Her passion soared. But she turned her head to the side and moaned loudly, bucking upward just as Carla's finger speared into her wet, open asshole.

"Suck it, Sis!" Whit cried again, his hand sliding up and down his prick, jacking himself as he tried to fuck her mouth with it.

He stopped that and put his hand on the top of her head, turning her face toward his throbbing prick. He pushed forward. The glans bumped against her lips again, smearing more seeping oil on them, making her senses spin.

"No, Whit…" she cried, opening her mouth.

She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have talked. The rest of what she'd been going to say was plugged off as his hot cockhead slid between her lips and filled her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Nnnn!" she squeaked.

Something happened to her. Maybe it was the way Carla's finger was twisting and writhing deeply into her asshole or the way her lips sucked and pulled at her flaming clit while she did it. Maybe it was because she was so hot she couldn't even think any more.

Or maybe it was the taste and feel of hot cock in her mouth. She didn't know. Right then, she didn't care. Oil seeped from the big eye and spread over her tongue and into the back of her throat.

Flavor filled her senses. The sensation of bumps and veins on the bottom of his shaft rippling over her soft lips drove her out of her mind.

Her tongue swirled suddenly around the meaty, spongy glans of her brother's prick. Her lips compressed around the shaft. Her head moved forward so that she could suck more of the wonderful, thrilling, throbbing prick into her mouth.

She drew on it. She did it again. She heard her brother's groan of pleasure. He began to move his hips back and forth in short strokes, making his prick fuck her mouth.

He took his hand from the top of her head and braced himself against the back of the seat. He didn't have to hold her any more. They both knew he didn't.

She was sucking him freely now – even if they were brother and sister. That didn't matter any more. They were male and female – stiff prick and hot mouth. That was all that mattered.

Or maybe there was another kind of closeness that made it right simply because they were brother and sister. At least that made it seem like something other than rape.

She sucked his trembling prick. She drank freely of the slippery oils seeping from the big-eyed tip. Her tongue slithered all around the incredibly slippery head. The tip probed into the big eye as if seeking more of his juice.

Then her head was moving back and forth, and her hands were sweeping up his thighs to cup his ass. Her hips surged up and down as her whole bottom was fucked and sucked at the same time by Carla's avid mouth and tongue and fingers.

"Ahhhh, Sis!" Whit choked. "Beautiful! Ohhhhh, what a cocksucker you are! Why haven't we done this before! All the time – the wasted time."

His prick throbbed wildly in her mouth. She felt the head expand like a soft plug. It stretched toward the back of her throat, and she knew it was going to happen.

She remembered the flood of sperm that had shot onto her belly from Burke's spitting prick. She remembered the way sperm had spurted from Carla's lips as Whit had flooded the blonde's mouth with his torrent of cum.

She began to swallow rapidly while she sucked. It was like something primeval and instinctive, a preparation for what was to come.

She heard him gasp harshly. She felt his asscheeks clench in her hands. His prick bucked, filling her mouth. Then he cried out heatedly, and the first hot spurt of sperm shot into the back of her working, drinking throat.

"Yaaaaagh!" he bellowed.

Monica drank and drank. She couldn't keep up with the flow. Sperm filled her mouth. It made the bucking shaft become frictionless in her mouth.

At the same time, she was aware of the way her hips were lifting and tossing, of the great charges of sensation bursting through her young body.

Her pussy fluttered and flapped. Her asshole clenched and spasmed around the finger imbedded in it and fucking it so thrillingly.

Juice poured from her pussy hole, gushing from the convoluted walls of her cunt tunnel and rushing forth into Carla's sucking mouth, just as if she were pissing into the open, warm cavern and over the flickering tongue.

She groaned heatedly in the back of her throat and came and came, taking her brother's fluid in at one end and gushing fluid forth at the other.

She couldn't swallow fast enough. She felt her mouth fill with spurt after spurt of cum. She heard the wetness of her mouth. Then she felt the trickling stream that ran down her chin and dripped off onto her chest and dribbled between her swollen, throbbing tits.

Still, she sucked and sucked, and she drew that writhing, fucking finger up her hot asshole as far as it would go.

"Ahhhhh! Ah!" Whit cried finally. "That's enough! Christ, you're going to make it burst into flame! Stop sucking, Sis!"

He pulled back. His prick throbbed wetly and redly in her face. Another spurt jumped from the tip and spattered her lips, dribbling onto her tit.

He groaned and rolled away to the side, gasping and puffing as he settled onto the seat and jacking the last tingles from his throbbing prick.

"Ahhhh, you both came!" Carla gasped. "Me too! God, me too! Now suck my cunt off!"

She fairly lunged upward from her cramped position. She took Whit's position. Her pussy foamed with heat. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers and pushed the open, wet maw over Monica's mouth quickly.

Monica couldn't even cry out. It was all there, very suddenly, very completely, totally wet and quivering.

There was nothing she could do but clamp her lips over the shuddering hole. Her tongue thrust up into the quivering hole, and she could feel the slipperiness of her brother's sperm mix with the silky softness of Carla's vagina.

A notion swept through her that made her fuck her tongue inward so deeply that the root stretched painfully. What a novel way to make a baby!

Her tongue swirled in the hot silk of Carla's cunt. The pulsing clit pressed against her nose. A new, heady flavor burst through her senses, and she drank down the honeyed flow of pussy juice that flooded over her tongue.

"Ahhhhgh, I'm coming!" Carla cried tightly. "Suck, sweetie – suck my cunt! Ohhhh, wonderful! Christ, you cunt sucker, you're making me come! Ahhhhhgh!"

The silky cavern seemed to swell away from her tongue. Then it clamped back around it, capturing it in the vise of oiled, pulsing silk, and she felt the muscular contractions of Carla's hard orgasm against her mouth.

She wasn't even aware she was doing it until her hips lifted and shook with hard jolts. Then she was conscious of her arm pumping up and down, her fingers circling and swirling over her clit and pussy mouth as she masturbated herself openly to another orgasm at the same time that Carla's was dying away.