"Raped by brother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradley J. S.)

CHAPTER SIX

She wasn't sure when they'd started moving again. All she was aware of at first was the way her tongue kept going around inside her mouth and her throat kept swallowing.

She heard soft talking. Carla was sitting up, now, between them, her arm around the back of Whit's shoulders, her hip pressed against Monica's.

Night air blew through an open window, cool and sweet, full of the subtle scents of the Everglades. Islands of palmettos stood out on sawgrass plains in the moonlight.

Then a ghostly stand of cypress, draped with Spanish moss, went past the windows. A heron croaked and beat the air with great wings, outlined for a moment against the moon.

The trees changed. Blue-gray trunks gave a leaden sheen in the headlights, and Monica knew they had long ago crossed the trail and made the wide sweep south toward Joewood Bay.

She sat up and became more alert. Her body still hummed with sexual heat, and she was glad. She would be with Burke soon. And she was really ready now to open her fresh, quivering pussy to his big, hard prick.

The road was now little more than a two-lane trail through the trees and scrub. It began to twist around and follow the high ground of the hammock they were in.

All around, away from the hammock, was wetland. Through the trees, she could see the moonlight glimmer from the surface of the inches-deep river that flowed over the whole face of the Everglades.

She peered ahead through the windshield. The car bumped over rocks and fallen limbs and scraped against branches. It looked utterly desolate ahead.

Then it occurred to her that there'd been no fire-fighting equipment down this trail. That made sense, because there wasn't a hint of smoke in the air, just the dank, rich smell of decaying vegetation and muck.

"Burke's down here?" she asked questioningly.

They both looked at her. "Hey, you're awake," Whit said. "Welcome back."

"Whit, where are we going? You said we were going to meet Burke."

"We are, Sis."

"At Joewood Bay?"

"Yeah. Well – no. We're gonna meet a guy with a boat. Then we're gonna ride in the boat to Blackjack Key. There's an old fishing shack there."

"And Burke's waiting there?" she asked, disbelief mounting in her voice.

"Did you ever hear about Blackjack Key, Sis?" Whit went on quickly, "It used to be a camp for the Calusa Indians before the Spaniards wiped them out. Then it was a base for some of the pirate raids ol' Blackjack himself used to make along the coast. Some guy built a cabin, and it's still there. In pretty good shape, too. There's even fresh water and a neat beach and…"

His voice trailed off as they rounded a thick stand of bushes and skinny trees. Immediately, fresh, tangy air from the Gulf blew into the car.

The headlights picked up the form of a man. He was leaning against a beached runabout, smoking a cigarette. Offshore, there were several mangrove islands standing darkly in the still, moon washed water, only a handful of the thousands of islands making up the group known as the Ten Thousand Islands.

The man pushed away from the boat and walked toward the car as Whit stopped. He bent over and looked in. He was big and heavy and had a stubble of beard. His face was beefy and red, his eyes small, the flesh around them puffy.

"What the hell kept you?" he grated. "I'm about to go out of my fuckin' mind."

"That's impossible, Emmett," Carla said. "You haven't got one."

"Fuck you, dumb bitch," Emmett grated without seeming to take or give offense. They talked as if that were normal conversation between them.

"Where are Harry and Wendy?"

"Shit, I already ran them over. They got tired of waiting too. Bastard's probably fucking the shit out of her – seven times by now, figuring by how long I been standing around here." He peered into the car again, looking steadily at Monica, his small eyes running up and down her body, taking in the thrust of her tits and the naked thighs below the hem of her skirt. "Nice," he breathed, the sound making Monica's skin crawl.

"You just look, Emmett," Whit said. "That's all." He put as much threat and warning into his voice as he could.

Emmett's eyes swiveled in their pussy sockets and fixed him. He grinned, his teeth showing yellow and snagged. He didn't have to say a word. That look said it all, and Monica was suddenly very afraid.

Emmett opened Whit's door. "Let's go," he said.

Whit got out of the car. Carla nudged Monica. Monica opened the door and stood, feeling chilled in the warm night. She looked apprehensively at her brother. She didn't know what was happening for sure. But she knew that Burke would not voluntarily associate with a cracker slob like Emmett.

"Whit…" she said softly when he was beside her. Her fingers trembled on his arm.

"Take it easy, Sis. Everything's gonna be all right. I can keep this jerk in line."

He didn't say how.

They walked toward the boat. "Hey, what about the car?" Carla asked, her question for anyone who wanted to answer.

"We'll take care of it tomorrow," Emmett said. "Harry and Deke, when they go in to make the call."

Whit stopped abruptly. "Deke? Who the hell's Deke? God damn it, what's going on here?"

Emmett positioned himself close to Whit, Monica noticed, his huge bulk blotting out the moon. She felt the arm she was holding tense suddenly.

"What's the matter with you, Whit?" Carla asked lightly. "He's just my brother. What were you expecting, you big fucker," she laughed, leaning against him, pressing her tit into his other arm.

"You didn't say anything about a brother. I didn't know you had a brother. Damn it, we had it all figured out. What are you trying to pull?"

"I'm not pulling anything, honey," she cooed soothingly. "Deke's with me, that's all. The split's just the same as before, sweetie. Besides, we have to have someone who talks English, don't we?"

"Emmett and Harry talk English," Whit said, still not moving.

"You call that talking?" she laughed. "It takes another wild pig to understand what those swamp boys are grunting."

"Fuckin' bitch," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna see you get your cunt sucked off by a bull gator when this is over."

Carla lifted her brows. "See?" she shrugged. She urged Whit forward. "Come on, it's all right. Everything's under perfect control, honey, I promise."

Whit got into the boat. He pulled Monica in after him. Carla helped Emmett shove it into the water. They whispered something. She jumped up on the bow while Emmett slopped into the water beside the boat. It wallowed fiercely when he heaved his body over the side and took the controls and started it.

He threaded the boat through the maze of islands, some big, some no more than five mangrove trunks with intertwined roots. Monica couldn't have retraced the route for anything.

There was a large stretch of open water, and the motor throbbed as Emmett let the boat go. Then, after maybe fifteen minutes since shoving off, she spotted a solitary gleam of yellowish light on one of the islands. Emmett made for it. Then he slowed the boat and let the prow swing toward a rickety dock jutting into a small cove. The light came from a cabin just up the beach. It was nestled in a grove of leaning palms, like something on a South Pacific postcard.

The door opened as they climbed the low bill, and three people stood in it. "About time," one of the men said, coming out. "Everything all right, Carla?"

"Sure, Deke," she answered.

Monica watched them. Her breath stopped when she saw them hug each other and kiss. It was more than the kind of kiss she would give her own brother. She felt Whit's surprise, too, by the way his hand clamped around her arm.

Deke was slender and blond. In the light, he had the same general featuring that Carla had. He was quite handsome. There didn't seem much doubt that they really were brother and sister.

He smiled at Monica after looking her over briefly, without the slimness Emmett had made her feel by his inspection. "Monica, come on in. Whit," he nodded, acknowledging him, "I hope I'm not too big a surprise."

"You're a surprise," Whit said.

"Well, Carla thought it would be better if I were in on it."

"Just as long as everybody remembers who's running it," Whit said warningly.

Deke turned away and gestured with his arm. "Meet Wendy and Harry, Monica."

"Hey, you," Wendy said around a wad of gum.

She was a small girl. Puffy all over. Stringy hair that had a faintly sandy tint to it. Her eyes were blue and bright. Her lips were full. Her tits were big, soft melons that wobbled constantly inside a faded green tee shirt. Her buns looked ready to burst the ass out of her shorts. The crotch was so tight that her puffy cunt lips showed the split down the middle of her pussy.

Harry was long and lanky, with a big adam's apple and ropey muscles all over his arms. One tooth was missing from the upper set. He wore Levi's that didn't conceal the long rod of his prick. Monica saw the tube of flesh heading down one leg.

Surprisingly, the cabin had two rooms in it. There was a kitchen of sorts at the end of the main room. A well pump stood over the sink, handle and spout and all. At the other end of the big room, added onto the back of the cabin, was a bedroom of sorts. She could see a single big bed, sagging in the middle.

There was a plain wooden table, hard chairs, a moldy sofa with the cover half rotted away and covered by a beach towel. There were cotton mattresses on the floor and cans of food lining open shelves.

A small, blackened fireplace built of coral rock was set into the middle of the back wall. The light came from hissing lanterns. An old-fashioned kerosene lantern hung by its hoop from a nail in one of the open studs. It was covered, as was every other spot in the cabin that hadn't been touched recently, by a gummy layer of salt and dust.

Monica took it all in – the cabin and the people. She turned toward her brother. "Where's Burke," she demanded quietly. Her eyes glinted with indigo ice. "What on earth are you and I doing here, Whit?"

Deke smiled. He waved his hand and turned to sit at the table, scraping a chair back, making it teeter on the back legs. "Tell her, Whit," he said. "It's all yours."

Whit sucked breath to the bottom of his lungs. "We've been kidnapped, Sis," he said.

"What!"

His face screwed up with fierce emotion. "Damn it, I want my money!" he nearly screamed. "I'm tired of being a prisoner! I'm tired of having to beg and scrape around for a dollar from the old fart every lime I want to do something! I'm tired of being shadowed and chaperoned by that Goddamn Chester!"

He looked at her. His eyes were nearly wild. "You saw him, didn't you? You saw how I had to have help in shaking him! Monica, I want my own life, and I want it now! Christ, I'll be eighteen next month. That makes me a legal adult now. That means I can skip out of that Goddamn prison and go anywhere I want and do anything I want, and he can't say a fucking word!"

She stared back. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn't know what to say. It was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard of. And yet she knew, as of today, exactly what Whit felt. Maybe not quite exactly. He'd had two years more time to let it rankle than she had.

"But I can't," he went on, emphasizing each word. "I can't do one damn thing when I'm finally free, because I don't have any money."

"And this is your way of getting it?" she cried. "Robbing your own grandfather? Oh, Whit – why don't you just get a job!"

"Doing what? The old bastard doesn't even want us going to college, did you know that? What are we going to do, Monica? Sling hash in a crummy restaurant? What?"

She put her hand to her stomach. She turned away from him and moved to the couch and sat on it. He followed her, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"Besides, I don't want his money – just mine. Just what Mom left me. What's wrong with getting my own money?"

Monica waved her arm at the crowd watching them. "But why them, Whit?"

"Because they knew about this place – Emmett and Harry – and Carla knew them, and…"

"Why?" Monica asked quickly.

"What?"

"Why does Carla know them? From where? Is she good pals with Wendy? Look at them, Whit – do they look like they'd be in the same crowd together? Or Deke and the others?"

Whit opened his mouth and closed it. He looked at Carla and Deke, and then he looked at the company they kept. He saw his sister's point, and he had no answer. His expression changed.

"And why me, Whit? Why bring me in on this?"

"Hell, that's easy!" he said. "The old fart will pay to get you back. He'd pay them to get rid of me. I look like the old man, remember? I remember. Gramps won't ever let me forget it. Bad seed from a rotten fruit, that's me. Herb Lobocky's kid, that's me."

"So am I, Whit."

"Yeah, but you look like a Sanderhoff."

"Oh, Whit…" she cried softly. She emitted a big sigh of despair.

"Yeah. Don't give me that now, Sis. It's all set up. Tomorrow, the call gets made. Two hundred biggies it's gonna cost him. I'll pay them for helping, and I'll even give you some of it, Sis. How much do you want?"

Deke interrupted, surprising both of them. "Don't get carried away, there, Whit," he said. "You shouldn't make promises you can't deliver on."

"What the hell do you mean?" Whit asked, turning around. He blanched. Harry was looming in front of him, and Emmett completely blocked the doorway.

Deke smiled slowly. "There's been a little change in the plan. The way it goes now, your share has shrunk. To nothing, in fact."

Whit licked his lips. His eyes darted around the room. "Make that damn clear, fella," he said.

"Sure. You're not just playing at being kidnapped any more. You are. And the cost just went up to five hundred big ones – one for each of us." He thudded the chair onto its front legs and got up. "Tie them up, Harry."

"You can't do this!" Whit cried.

"Oh, shove it, you dumb fucker!" Carla cried suddenly, putting her arm intimately around her brother's waist. She tipped her head back and laughed. "Poor little rich boy. The classic example. God! A few sucks and fucks, and you're putty! You want to see what a shitty fucker you are? Let's show him, honey," she said to Deke. "Ohhhh, baby, let's show him now!"

She pushed her pants down over her ass, baring herself boldly. Site stepped out of them. Her asscheeks gleamed in the yellow light. Her blond curls took on a golden hue. She pushed them up against her brother's crotch and pressed her tits against his chest.

He moved her gently aside. "In a minute, Carla. I want these two taken care of first. Strip," he ordered.

"You bastard!" Whit cried, making a threatening move.

Emmett growled and moved in, his piggy eyes crawling all over Monica. "Y'all git nekkid," he grated, cupping his crotch with one hand, making a fist as big as a cypress bole with the other. "I'll get 'em nekkid, Deke," he grinned wickedly.

"'Specially that sweet little piece of sugar cunt."

"Hey, you, Emmett," Wendy piped up. "Don't you get hot for her! My little fuzz box is all wet from waiting for you to get back."

"Slit," he said. "It's wet from Harry fuckin' it, that's what. While I was waitin' on them to come."

"No, it ain't, Emmett!" she cried. "With Deke here?"

"Hell, when did that ever stop you? You probably sucked him off while Harry was fuckin' you."

"I never!" she cried, her big tits wobbling. Then her face split into a grin, and she giggled. "But I'm ready!" she whooped, lifting the tee shirt off her chest with one swoop.

Her naked tits burst into the room, two huge, white bags on her chest, capped by cherry nipples. She rolled them in her hands and lifted them to her mouth and sucked the nipples hard and stiff and wet.

"Ooooo, I'm ready!"

Harry moved a lanky arm to a shelf and brought forth a coil of rope. "Over in the chair," he said to Whit, his neck as angled in front as a crane's. His voice was astonishingly bassy and full.

He pointed to Whit's pants. Whit looked at Monica and swallowed. Then he undid his belt and pushed his pants off. His prick bowed outward. He removed his shirt. He sat in the wooden chair, and Harry tied him into it securely, his stringy muscles popping out on his arms.

"Now you, Monica," Deke said, having the gall to smile prettily at her.

When she didn't move, he came over and took her arm and yanked her to her feet, strength and menace simmering just under the surface of his handsome refinement.

She looked into his eyes for a brief moment, and the sight chilled her. She'd been fooled. He was evil inside. Evil and sick. Sick and bright – a frightening combination.

She knew instinctively that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this – with the help of Harry and Emmett. But it was surely the headiest and most ambitious such job. So much so that he was going to be certain that nothing went wrong.

He put his arms around her. She felt her tits pillow against his chest. She shivered and tried to draw back. He smiled handsomely and held her tightly, his hand roaming up and down her spine, over her buttocks, feeling the hard, round globes with agonizing gentleness.

At another time, in another place, she would have been taken in totally by him. She would have trembled in his arms and been putty in his hands. Even now, with the feel of his strengthening prick against her mound, she could feel her cunt tunnel squirm.

His fingers found her zipper. He drew it down. He peeled the mini from her body. He looked down at her mesh bra, the way the cups were full of her round tits. His hand swept tinglingly over the front of her slick panties.

"Don't you fuck my sister!" Whit cried from the chair. "By God, they'll hang you for that! You're not going to get away with this! If the cops don't catch you, Chester will, and he'll blow your balls off if you fuck her!"

Deke turned his head, still holding Monica against him. "I'm not going to fuck her cherry out of her, Whit," he said quietly. He snatched her bra and panties off in two quick motions, tearing the garments and making her skin burn. He looked at her naked pussy and her round tits, and his cock throbbed rigidly in his pants.

"I'm not going to cherry her," he repeated softly. "You are."

Monica gasped. Carla laughed gleefully, clapping her hands, stripping her blouse off and getting completely naked. Wendy giggled and pushed the shorts from her bulbous, jiggling ass. She spread her meaty thighs and fingered her puffy cunt lips until they spread so wide apart with heat that her cunt hole showed fully.

"We won't be caught, Whit," he said, grinning with supreme confidence. "But if we are, you're the one who's going to get life for popping her cherry. Carla – you know what he likes. Get him hard. Get that cock like a poker."

"Me too, me too!" Wendy cried, her flesh jiggling softly all over.

"You gotta wait," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna fuck my load into that big pussy first."

He dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt. His chest was like a barrel. It was matted with hair. His thighs were huge, solid muscle. His prick was unbelievably fat and short, like the squat trunk of live oak.

He fisted his prick and took her in his arms. She squealed and giggled and rolled her tits against his chest. She threw her legs around his waist and settled her broad butt in his cupping hands.

His cock poked at her open pussy and then spread the wet meat and fucked inside.

"Ohhhhh!" she squealed. "Fuck me, Emmett! God, that prick's fat! I nearly can't take it at first, and then my pussy opens up and takes it all!"

He puffed and fucked his hips against her middle, ramming her yielding body good, walking around the room with her as she clung to him and giggled and moaned and fucked freely back.

Carla dropped to her knees in front of Whit. She looked up at him and grinned. "I know what he likes," she said. "He likes my soft lips. He likes my hot little tongue. He likes to watch me play with my pussy. Mmmmmm, I'm going to give you the best sucking you've ever had, you big fucker. And that prick's going to get as stiff as an iron rod."

"You bitch," Whit grated, twisting against his ropes as she slipped her slim fingers under his balls and pulled at his prick.

"Just think of how badly you wanted to slip your hot, hard prick into your sister's sweet pussy, honey. Remember how you watched me suck it off? Remember how you couldn't wait to fuck her mouth and spurt your cum down her throat? Just think what it's going to be like when we slip her tight, sweet, virginal pussy down over that hard, hard cock, Whit. Think of it!"

She moaned and shoved her face into his lap, opening her mouth, sucking his prick between her lips. Whit gritted his teeth and turned his head. He saw Wendy and Emmett fucking.

They were in the kitchen part. Her butt was resting at the edge of the counter, her legs still around his waist. His prick made wet sounds in her pussy. He sucked on one of her tits, and she sucked on the other one, squirming and moaning against him.

Whit looked at his sister. Deke and Harry were around her. Harry's pants were off. His cock was a foot long. It was rising, coming up between her round, pert asscheeks, sliding under her crotch as he tied her hands behind her back and made her tits thrust forward.

Deke was feeling them. Then he bent down and sucked on them, doing it softly and gently, making Monica grit her teeth to keep from moaning.

"Man, that's nice ass," Harry rumbled, cupping her cheeks when he'd finished tying her hands. He spread the firm spheres with his thumbs and put the head of his long, thin dick between them.

"Ahhhhh, don't!" Monica cried, lurching forward. "Whit! He's trying to fuck my ass!"

"Lay off, Goddamn it!" Whit yelled, thrashing in the chair. "Lay off my sister!"

Deke looked at him and grinned. "Sisters are the best, ol' buddy," he said. "How you coming with him, Carla?"

She sucked her mouth from Whit's cock and fisted the wet prick. "He's still too limp, Deke," she smiled. "But he's coming along. Mmmm, I could suck on a soft prick all day long," she said, slurping his noodle between her lips again, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue.

"Man, that there's a tight little hole," Harry gasped, his cock now stiff and throbbing, the head swelling between Monica's cheeks and pressing right against her asshole.

"It needs wetting, Harry," Deke said. He cupped her twat with his hand and ran a fingertip up her slit, feeling her with outrageous boldness. "So does her pussy."

"Well, then, what say we slick her up, Deke?" Harry grinned.

"What say?" Deke said, smiling at Monica. "Be a good girl, now, and spread your legs, honey."

He got to his knees in front of her. She could feel Harry do the same behind her. They held her still by her thighs and hips, the four hands caressing her lower body constantly.

She sucked in her breath and looked at Whit. He was still gritting his teeth, trying to keep from getting hard. He was doing wonderfully but it was a losing battle.

It was just a matter of time. Carla sucked on his cock avidly. She drew the whole length of him into the warm, silky cavern of her mouth. She rolled his prick with her tongue, massaging the spongy glans.

She fondled his balls with her slim fingers. Then she began to stroke his asshole, teasing him mercilessly. When she wetted her finger and screwed it slowly and sensuously into his twitching butt, Monica could hear his gasp.

She saw the root of his prick thicken, and she knew it had bucked into greater stiffness in Carla's mouth. Monica knew what that mouth and tongue could do. She'd seen it before, and she'd felt its action before, and there was no doubt in her mind that her brother would have a raging hard-on very shortly.

She glanced at Wendy and Emmett. His fat cock pumped in and out of her juicy hole. Her pussy was so open and wet that her juices ran down her thighs and were smeared on Emmett's hips.

The girl stopped sucking on her own tit and tossed her head back. "Owwweee, Emmett!" she cried. "Honey, that fat prick's gonna pull my trigger! Real close, Emmett! Are you? You gonna blast my pussy full of white stuff? Ohhhh, gimme some cream, Emmett! Shoot the hot sauce up me, baby!"

Her fleshy legs quivered. Her butt jiggled and shook on the counter. Her stretched pussy muscles pulled and sucked at the fat prick reaming in and out of her hot cunt.

Emmett growled in the back of his throat. His powerful butt cheeks clenched tightly together and jerked forward, driving his trembling prick all the way into the red, oily silk of Wendy's spasming cunt.

"Hoooeee, Emmett!" she squealed, kicking her legs into the air and opening them wide, taking his body fully between them. "I'm comin', baby! Drill me deep! Gimme a gusher! God! Yaaaagh!"

Emmett growled again, saying no words, only noises of animal lust. His prick bucked violently and exploded, hosing the inside of her pussy with hot, spurting cream.

The stuff spurted from her red hole and drooled down the front of the kitchen counter. They whooped and shuddered, and Emmett grabbed her in his arms again and swung her around, his prick still pumping up into her body.

Monica watched and licked her lips and shuddered. She didn't want it to happen, but her pussy tunnel squirmed slickly all the way back to the end of her vagina.

Her flat tummy rippled with each stroke of Deke's finger up and down her slit. Her cheeks trembled against the opening pressure of Harry's thumbs, and her asshole pulsed in and out when she felt his breath wash moistly over it.

"Ohhhhhh, don't…" she whimpered.

She felt his tongue lick up her asscrack. He did it again and again, making the deep groove slick with saliva. Then he centered the tip at her asshole and rimmed it again and again, wetting the rubbery mouth until it blazed with sensation.

At the same time, Deke had put his face to her pussy, tipping his head back slightly. "Slick her up real good, Harry," he said.

His tongue slurped up her slit. The point circled her clitoral bud and made the tiny organ stretch and fill to erection and tingling sensitivity.

"Ahhhhhh, don't…" Monica whimpered again.

She gasped and put her hands on the top of Deke's head. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. It didn't work. She felt her pussy begin to run with honey.

He slurped it up. She whimpered quaveringly and cast a glance toward her brother. She saw that he wasn't having any luck either. His prick got thicker under Carla's relentless sucking and finger fucking of his asshole.

Then Harry stood up behind her again. He lifted his long prick up and placed the head against her slick asshole and pushed tentatively.

"Oh-h-h, Whit…" she gasped.

It was the sound of surrender, of hopeless defeat, of pointless resistance to the inevitable. As if on command from the secret thoughts of her mind, her pussy tunnel gushed forth a wad of honey into Deke's mouth, and her asshole began to quiver open.