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Chapter 8

Susan's period came the following day and stayed with her through Saturday. By that time the school year was over. Her father, Betty, and Davey were going to take a vacation, but Susan had declined their offer to take her with them. She told them she would rather stay home this one time.

Ira Frank nodded, saying, "You're a big girl now, Susie. You don't have to do whatever you don't wish to do. I'm going to leave the house in your care. Betty, Davey and I will be gone for one week. Sure you'll be all right?"

"I'll be fine, daddy," she nodded. "All three of you go ahead and have a good time. I hear the mountains are terrific this time of the year."

And so on Sunday morning, Ira Frank packed his wife and son into his car, and drove off, leaving Susan alone in the house. She was alone for exactly one hour.

At about eleven thirty that morning, when she was taking out the garbage, she found Al Lasten standing near the kitchen door.

"Whatcha doin' home, Susan?" Lasten asked, smiling evilly.

"That's my business," she snapped at the sixteen year old.

"I kinda think I'm gonna make it our business," he told her, moving closer to her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling frightened.

"I know your folks have gone off for the week. So's my ma. You and I are gonna be home, all alone."

"You in your home, me in mine," Susan said, frostily.

"No!" Lasten snapped, backing her into her house and following her in, shutting the door behind him. "Nobody's out there, doll. You c'n scream yer head off and no one'll hear you. They're all in church, which is where you normally go on Sunday. But y'stayed home t'see the folks off, huh? Good! Terrific! You and I are gonna spend the whole week together."

"You have to be crazy," Susan snapped.

"Crazy f'you and that virgin snatch of yours. I'm gonna fuck you, Susan. Fm gonna fuck you in every hole you got. And I got a whole week in which to do it. And I'll tell ya right now, if you scream even once, I'll strangle you and leave yer body here f'your folks to find when they get back. You behave, and the worst thing that'll happen is we both have a ball."

"Please," Susan whimpered, backing away, walking into the living room. "Go away, leave me alone."

"No chance," Lasten snapped, his rheumy eyes shining behind his thick-lensed glasses. "I been wantin' t'fuck you for more than two years, now. In fact, I been wantin' t'fuck you more than all those other chicks, combined. They were a kinda warm up f'you. Now come on, Susan. Don't fight me, cause if you do, I'll hurt ya."

He was about two or three inches taller than she, but Susan knew he was considerably stronger. He would be able to cover the distance between them before she had screamed more than once, and she knew he could be nasty. Even if she made the street, he might still cause some permanent damage to her. None of the other girls he had reputedly raped had been physically injured in any other way, which meant he would keep his word about not harming her if she cooperated. But God! He was so ugly.

"Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"Let's face it Susan. Fm ugly. Nobody really likes me. I wanna get laid. So I pick on sweet little virgins like you, who are unfamiliar with other men. This way y'can't compare me to some other guy until afterward. By then, I won't really give a damn. But I'll tell you the truth, little Susan. I'm probably better'n most of those other guys, anyway. You cooperate, and I'll make it a lotta fun f'you. I don't wanne hurt ya. All I wanna do is fuck ya. Now I'm gonna stay with ya until your folks get back. I'll leave just before they get here."

"Why are you staying here so long?" she asked.

"Two reasons. First, I don't wantcha runnin' to the cops in any kinda hurry. Second, even if y'go to the cops after a week, no one'll believe you stayed with me this long unwillingly and didn't try getting' away. Only you and me'll know different. Y'see, I ain't in no mood fend up in the jug, either."

"Please Al, please, go away. I don't want to call the police. I just want to be left alone."

"Susan, if you could see inside me, maybe you'd understand. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna fuck ya, honey. I'm gonna fuck ya, good. Just do as I say and there won't be more pain than is necessary."

"Pain?"

"Just a little, honey. Just a little. And only once.

After the first time there won't be anymore pain."

"Oh God!" Susan cried, falling at the foot of the stairs, her face buried in her arms. "Don't do this!

It's evil! Don't do this."

"Cry as long as you have to," he said. "Cry it all out, now. But accept it. Susan. I'm gonna fuck you. I gotta fuck you. I been dreamin' about it day and night f'two years. I been thinkin' about nothin' but that hot little cunt of yours."

She sobbed for a good two minutes, but at the end of that time there were no more tears left. Al Lasten, the vile, despicable, disgusting Al Lasten was going to rob her of her virginity, and there really wasn't a thing she could do about it. He had waited a long time to get her alone like this. Now he had her for a whole week. There was no one she could call on for help.

"Let's go upstairs," he told her.

Staring at him through reddened eyes, she knew there would be no way out of this. Fighting for her virtue would have been worthwhile had there been any chance of saving it. But she knew her hymen was doomed no matter what she did.

"Can I wash up first?" she asked, as they mounted the stairs.

"No," he said, simply. "I don't want you out of my sight f'now. Later, you can take a whole bath. I might even join ya, but to be honest, I been waitin' for this f'such a long time, I made sure I took me a good, long shower this morning."

Susan headed directly for her little bedroom, but as she crossed the threshold, she stopped. She felt ridiculous; almost as if she were making it easy for him. But how could she do things any other way?

Suddenly she felt Lasten's arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped and shuddered at the same time, feeling something long and hard press against her buttocks. She was wearing slacks that morning, and the solidity of his cock was easy to feel in spite of his pants. She could immediately tell it was a small, thin one. Well, maybe some good would come out of all this. If he was going to use it on her, at least it wouldn't tear out her insides. It was rubbing into the crack between her asscheeks as he moved back and forth, pressing her body against his. She gasped again, then jumped as she felt his hands slide up and suddenly cup her breasts.

"Jesus!" he gasped in her ear. "What a fuckin' firm pair of knobs you got."

"Please!" she exclaimed and twisted around to face him, if only to make him stop feeling her solid tits.

And then she saw his lips coming closer to hers. And even though he was as ugly as a toad, she realized she didn't want to resist him.

It was obvious Al Lasten knew what to do. And since he had the whole week in which to do it, he knew enough to take his time. Even as his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss, she began seeing images of her father kissing Betty, kissing Vivian. So it was that Al Lasten's light, closed mouth kiss affected her strongly, making her shudder with in inner lust that had been hidden just beneath her own surface. It was a primeval sensation, purely physical. And now she could understand what Betty meant when she'd said there were times when one had to take her physical pleasure where she could find it, even if no love was involved.

Two things became clear at that moment. First, Betty was right in that she had to decide what was right or wrong for herself. No one else could make that decision. Second, as far as she, herself was concerned, her mother was wrong. Sex was not an evil thing unto itself. Sex with the wrong people might be evil. Al Lasten was not right for her. But he would force her into performing sex acts, and she would obey. To cleanse herself she would have to find someone she loved. Davey! She would cleanse her body, and Davey's, too. If necessary she would cleanse herself by using her father's body. With this in mind, she closed her conscience, knowing it would only make her suffer for evils she, herself, did not perpetrate. She would cooperate with Lasten now, only because it was the logical thing to do.

The images in her mind were beginning to have a strong effect on her, making her form new resolutions. Deep inside her seething, virgin cunt there was a hot yearning. The tender vaginal labia were getting wet, really wet for the first time in her life from something other than an eliminating function. Even as she felt the hot trickles inside her, she knew it was something other than urine. The sticky liquid was already seeping out, getting the crotch of her panty soaked. She could feel muscular contractions in her boiling pussy, pulsating in a mad sexual beat. Her nipples, pressed against his chest with only her blouse and his shirt in the way, began hardening. They seemed to poke through the light cotton of her bra and rub into his chest. And that solid cock of his was now rubbing against her belly, making her shudder. It was evil, but it was deliciously arousing.

Lasten felt the way the girl was trembling as he held his arms around her. He thought it was out of fear, since all the other girls had shook from fear. He didn't realize Susan was vibrating with something burning and primitive, coming as it was from something deep down inside her tender young body.

It won't be long now, she thought. I'm the cause of his dreams, and now he's going to fulfill those dreams by fucking me. And I'm going to let him. I'm going to let him because if I don't he'll slap me around and then do it, anyway. But the real reason I'm going to let him is, I want it if it's evil and perverted, I can use his forcing me as an excuse. But I want it.

He guided her over to the bed, still unmade and scented with the delicate fragrance of her young body. They sat on the edge together, and his hand began stroking her shoulder, gently. His fingers raced up and down her arm, having an electric effect on her. She was still quivering, now trying not to look at him, staring straight ahead, her eyes blank, in no way showing the lust running through her girlish body. As his hand touched the top of her shoulder she quickened her breathing as her body trembled under his caress.

He let his hand slide down in back now, touching her spine, moving lower until it touched the tops of her deliciously curved asscheeks. And now he was talking to her, saying, "It's okay, Susan. It's okay. You'll see, you'll like it. It's a load of fun. All the others I had were just warm ups f'you. So I know this is good, honey. Wait and see. Just wait and see. I'm gonna teach you everything I know. By the time I walk outta here, you're gonna know more'n most women twice yer age. Wait and see."

"All right," she gasped, "All right! Do what has to be done."

Her voice was a low soft moan, and her almost-immediate acquiescence took him completely by surprise. He thought he would be caressing her for a good hour or more.

She was panting now, her full bosom rising and falling rapidly. She was almost gasping now, her breath burning his face and fogging his glasses as he turned to look at her. He slipped the glasses off and put them in his pocket.

There was no turning back now. She had, in effect, told him her body was his to do with as he pleased. At least she would be learning about it in a bedroom; her own bedroom. It wasn't some cheap motel, nor was it in the back of a parked car. Rake though Lasten might be, he wouldn't grope all around like some unsure youth.

Her mind, she realized, had been fighting this for a long time now, and the reason was, her body was begging for it. If it was truly evil, this was the only real way to find out. Yes, oh yes, she had to know, to discover this for herself and not depend on the words of others. Between her mother, Betty, and Reverend Trashman, she had found herself completely confused. Was any of them right? If not, what was the real truth?

Her body trembled with anticipation, Knowing the time had come for her to surrender her hymen. Yes, yes, let it happen.

But before Lasten could do or say more, they were interrupted by the sound of the door below opening and closing. Betty Frank's voice was saying, "I'm sorry, Ira. I left the small suitcase in our bedroom, upstairs."

Lasten stood up, pulling away from Susan as her father came hurrying up with Davey.

"Almost halfway there, and she remembers she left her suitcase home," Frank muttered to his son.

"Hey!" Davey shouted, reaching Susan's room before their father could pass. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ira Frank hurried to where his son was standing in the doorway and saw Lasten standing in his daughter's bedroom.

"Susan," Ira asked, more astonished than anything else. "Is this something you're doing willingly?"

"Daddy!" she cried out. "He forced his way in here."

That was all Ira Frank had to hear. He charged into the room and belted the teenage, pimply-faced boy as hard as he could. His fist smashed Lasten's large nose.

"I think we'll call the cops on you," he snapped, grabbing the terrified youngster by the nape of his neck and hauling him to his feet. Blood poured from Lasten's broken nose, soaking the front of his shirt.

"No!" Susan said, thinking of the horrible things she would have to say if Lasten were ever brought to trial. "Just make him leave me alone."

"Damn straight," Ira Frank nodded. "He's going to leave you alone permanently. Right, rotten punk?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the terrified boy squealed. "Lemmee go, I swear I won't come near her no more. I swear it!"

Ira Frank dragged the shuddering form of Al Lasten downstairs, then threw him out of the house. Going back to his daughter, he said, "I'm sorry, Susie-honey, but I can't leave you home, now. You almost had a nightmare without falling asleep. That boy is disgusting."

"Daddy," Susan murmured, so utterly confused. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Well I know," her father told her. "You're coming with Davey, Betty, and me, to the cabin we have in the mountains."

Too distraught to argue with her father, Susan packed some clothes. Davey brought down Betty's small suitcase, and soon the four of them were on their way in the Frank sedan.

Two and a half hours later they were settled in a small rustic cabin, one of many in the surrounding mountainous area. It had only two bedrooms. Sleeping arrangements had not been set up when Ira Frank and his wife decided what they needed was a good swim in the cool mountain stream not far from the cabin.

"Join us," she said to the two children.

Davey declined, saying he wanted to explore a little. Susan said she'd think about it. She went to the smaller of the two bedrooms where her valise lay on one of two beds, undressed quickly, and considered putting on her bathing suit. Standing totally naked near the bed, she caught sight of herself in a small bureau mirror, and instantly felt embarrassed, looking at her own nakedness. How often her mother had preached against the evils of displaying oneself lewdly. Yet her mother had not hesitated to undress in front of her new husband and his three deacons, completely displaying her body for their pleasure. No matter how abased her mother might have felt, and no matter how much she had gloried in it, the fact remained, all four Black men had totally enjoyed the sight of her naked white body being displayed to them, and what was more, each one reveled in being able to make use of her body.

Moving a little closer to the mirror, Susan took the time to really look at herself. Her long brown hair cascaded over both shoulders, partially obscuring her small, firm breasts. She used her hands to brush her hair back and out of the way, staring at the whiteness of her breasts. Her pink aureole were rosy haloes surrounding her thick pink nipples. She knew her breasts had a lot of growing to do, and her ripe nipples would probably also grow. Right now they looked like flower buds.

Turning to the side, she admired her profile, first getting pleasure from the way her breasts jutted out small as they were. She no longer had that boyish figure she'd possessed for so long. Her tummy was almost flat, though it was soft. And she had a narrow waist and swelling hips. They weren't full-blown yet, not by a long shot, but they were getting there. Her legs were slender and shapely, even if they weren't overly-long. She couldn't help the fact that she was a short girl.

"What's the matter with me? she wondered, suddenly sitting on the bed. Why am I having these lewd, risquй thoughts about myself?

Reaching for her bathing suit, she stopped, looking down at her pubis. She could see the faint dark hairs there. The curling strands of gossamer threadlike hairs reflected sunlight, looking as if they'd each been individually polished. Surrounding her pink, palpitating pussylips as they did, they made the swollen pair of labia stand out even more. Looking straight down, she was able to see the pink tip of her barely protruding clitoris as it poked its head out from between her membranes.

Lord! she thought. What's happening to me? Why am I so caught up in the sight of myself?

She felt so hot, so aroused. Al Lasten had really triggered something in her. She needed some kind of satisfaction. Just the thought of masculine fingers separating those pink twatlips of hers, plunging into her broiling center, made her juices start to flow again.

A noise made her grab her bathing suit and tug it in front of her. The bedroom door suddenly opened, and there was Davey, her brother, standing there, half-undressed, himself. He had changed his mind about a swim and had come to get his trunks. Not seeing anyone in the cabin, he had concluded everyone was already swimming, and so was halfway out of his clothes as he opened the bedroom door. He was as astonished at seeing her as she was at seeing him. And the sight of her made his cock harden instantly, thrusting it against the thin fabric of his underpants. His eyes were now staring at her, taking her nudity in, and his penis throbbed madly in his pants. He should have backed out of the room immediately, but he didn't. Instead, he came forward, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Davey!" she gasped. "You shouldn't be here. It isn't right. You know what mother taught us."

"Uh huh," Davey nodded, and Susan realized all the sweet innocence her brother once had, was gone.

He came closer, staring down at her, letting her see the sag in the crotch of his underpants, swelling lewdly toward her.

What had happened to her wonderful brother? What evils had Betty done to him, making him like this instead of the warm, wonderful companion she'd had for most of her remembered life? Some hidden monster, lurking inside him, had suddenly come out to take possession of him.

"Everything mom taught us was a real crock, Susan," he uttered, moving forward again. "All mom cared about was hurting herself, and in the process she didn't give a damn if she hurt us, as well. I don't know why mom is that way. I don't even care any longer. I do know she's wrong. I've learned a few things in the past weeks. I like what I've learned. The most important thing is, when two people of the opposite sex love one another enough, they should fuck. You may be my sister, Susan, but I love you more'n any other girl or woman I know. And I think I oughtta fuck you."

"Davey, no!" Susan murmured, cringing as her brother reached out and grabbed her arm.

Inwardly she knew this might well be just what she wanted. If there was any kind of truth about Betty really corrupting her brother, then by taking him into her own body, she could lure him away from Betty, and perhaps bring him back to righteousness. Sometimes one had to defeat the devil by using his own methods. Even so, her mind rebelled at the idea as he pulled her into a heady embrace. In spite of her verbal protests, she was tugged strongly up against the youthful body of her brother. She could feel the solidity of his young cock through the thin layer of undershorts. The bathing suit fell from her hands as he pressed her body to his. She could feel the length and thickness of the throbbing meatpole between her brother's thighs. Even though Davey was three years younger than Al Lasten, his penis certainly wasn't. She'd felt Lasten's cock fleetingly enough when he'd pressed his body to hers, and she'd been able to sense how small and thin it was. Davey's was a mammoth organ by comparison, though it certainly was nowhere near the size of Ezekiel Stokes or any of his deacons.

"I love you, Susan," he told her. "God, how I love you. Someday you're gonna grow up, get married, and move away. And it won't be fair, because no matter how much your husband is gonna love you, it ain't gonna be nearly as much as I do. I learned a lotta things about love, and the most important is, love with everything y'got inside and out. Don't fight me, sis. Please don't fight me. If I don't fuck you, I'll go through life tearin' my hair out."

"Davey, you're too young to drink. Why are you acting this way?" she asked.

"A guy doesn't have to drink to get drunk, sis. I'm drunk wantin' to fuck you. I gotta fuck you."

His youthful hands began creeping over her warm flesh with a swift, knowing sureness, and she could feel tingles building in her body again. For all his youth, he seemed to know so much more than Al Lasten as he gripped her tender, girlish body, letting his hands wander down to her buttocks, pressing them hard so her pelvis would rub into his. She shivered as he used fingers to tantalize the exposed pinkness of her nipples. She moaned, but it was a moan half out of fear and half out of wanting. His hands moved over her naked breasts again and again, lightly caressing her sensitive nipples, making them grow long and hard, looking as if they were beckoning him to continue.

Maybe she wouldn't have to give Davey everything. Maybe he would be content to caress her. Perhaps it would bring him to his senses, and then the two of them could talk it all out sensibly. She was so confused. She wanted him to, yet she didn't want him to.

She offered her wet mouth to his, cupping his head with her hand as she gently kissed him. It was the first time she had ever kissed her own brother this way, and it shook her. She was even more taken aback when she felt his tongue slither between her virginal lips, licking at hers, tickling her teeth, touching her gums, enhancing the lustful sensations in her body. She felt it tease her tongue, and slowly she felt her tongue being drawn from her mouth into his where he began sucking on it. It was as if the tongue of a raging fire was licking into her mouth.

"Davey," she gasped. "Oh Davey. I know you love me. I love you, as well. Be gentle… " she whimpered, not realizing the heated words she was breathing into his ear only aroused him all the more. The pressure of her breath was more intense than the sounds of her words. He was no longer in any mood to answer with words of his own. He wanted her… NOW!

He eased her down onto the bed, kicking her open valise to the floor. Susan felt herself fall, and then she slid across the sheets in an attempt to evade her younger brother, but suddenly found herself pinned beneath him. His face had an expression of wanton malevolence as he whispered, "This is it, sis. I saw you there with Lasten. I know you didn't wanna do anything with him, but he woulda fucked you all the same, and from what I could see, you woulda let him. Better I should teach fucking t'you. Just remember, I love you. He doesn't."

"Davey, there has to be some other way. Mother always explained how evil can sometimes take control of us. Don't let that happen to you."

"Anything ma taught us was pure shit. Don't fight me, big sister. I just gotta fuck that pussy of yours."

"Oh Davey," she sobbed, despairing that she couldn't reach him. It wasn't the idea of his fucking her that bothered her so much as her lack of being able to communicate with him at such a vital time. After all, part of her really did want him to fuck her. She wished he would be more reasonable. Somehow things just weren't working out as she had anticipated.

She heard him sigh with the licentious need to plunge into her tight, unused pussy. It was almost as if it had been a subconscious dream he had been harboring for so long. She could see how the mere idea of screwing his loving sister while she was still a pure, sweet, innocent virgin was making his pulsing prick shudder painfully in the confines of his underwear. He was completely out of control and unable to control the passion he felt for his shuddering sister. She writhed under him, hoping to make him come to his senses, but all she did was arouse him that much more.

"You just lay there, Susan," he murmured, getting to his feet.

He tugged his underpants down, letting his throbbing erection lance the air wildly, swinging madly from side to side as he removed the rest of his clothing. The way his heaving cock throbbed he was afraid he might shoot into the open air.

Susan lay there, shivering in a sort of terrified wonder. She stared with wide eyes as Davey's large penis waggled back and forth. She had seen that penis engulfed all the way into Betty's mouth, but now that she was this close to it, she couldn't understand how Betty had swallowed it all. Maybe it lacked the length and breadth of an Ezekiel Stokes. But it was certainly long enough and thick enough to strangle an ordinary woman. Being this close to the pulsing prick made her more afraid than ever. The thickness seemed to lurch-up toward her as if crawling out of the hairy nest on his matted pelvis. And for the first time she had a close view of her brother's bloated testicles. Perhaps they weren't the duffel bags Stokes and his "brethren" had hanging below their cocks, but the sac was formidable enough. Still too young to be covered with hair, it displayed all the lines and crevices running through it.

Did Davey really think he could fit the full length of that large cock into her tender, virginal cunt? She wasn't built like Betty, or her mother. Somehow she couldn't conceive of being able.to contain the full length of his massive erection. He'd tear her apart, tugging her tissues and membranes out.

"Davey," she begged, tears in her eyes. "If you really love me, don't put that thing in me. It's incest."

"Incest is a nasty word someone once made up for family fucking," Davey all but whispered. "Look sis, I keep close tabs on everything about you. I know your period ended yesterday. There's no way you're gonna have a baby from what we're doin'. Stop actin' like mom. You wanna get fucked and you know it You just don't have the courage to admit it. Me, I was scared my first time, too. But I'm glad, now. And you're gonna be glad, too."

"Davey, no… "

"Susan, yes," he insisted, and threw himself on top of her, leaning over her white, pure form, holding her tightly against the mattress with one palm on her shoulder, while using the other hand to once again enjoy the touch of her warm flesh. He manipulated her nipples with quick-working fingers until they were each nearly an inch long. And when they were long enough, he brought his mouth down and began sucking on the swollen elongations, chewing lustily at their rubbery surfaces. His mouth worked so fastidiously, she thought he could actually taste her inner self oozing through the pores of her nipples.

"Oh God!" she gasped, feeling herself more and more in heat. It would be a matter of time before she not only surrendered to Davey's wishes, but actually urged him to proceed.

"Davey… " she gasped. "Davey… don't. Don't do this to me. You know it's wrong."

She went on hoping to penetrate his brain with her words. But Davey wasn't listening. As one hand continued to press her body into the bed, she could feel his other hand reaching between his own thighs. It was guiding the blood-swollen log of flesh along her hot inner thigh. She could feel the spongy head pressing into the softness of her own flesh, moving ever closer to the forbidden tunnel between the fleshy gates of her puffy cuntlips. It was only inches from her heated slot, now. Yes, her cunt was definitely hot and wet. She could feel heavier and thicker juices oozing from her love-slot, slithering down her labia, dropping onto the bed, forming a growing pool. Soon that thunderous cock would plunge into her box, tearing at her virginal membrane, ripping apart her hymen so it could pound itself into her body with wild madness until it drowned her cervix with continuous streams of white whey. The mere thought of herself struggling under her darling brother, who, until Betty had moved in had done everything she'd said, shuddered through her anguished mind. Her face contorted in horrifying fear, realizing there was definitely a new mistress in Davey's life. The only way to regain her own place was to be better than Betty. Her mind and her conscience still cried out against this entire thing as evil, but she knew the only way to fight the devil who had entered her home was on the devil's terms, not her own. She would give in to her body and her brother, but she would make him work every step of the way. With Al Lasten she had almost willingly surrendered herself. To Davey, she would surrender her body, but unwillingly. She was determined not to enjoy it, even if her body was crying out for pleasure.

"Please… Davey… " she begged, "if you must… do it easy… slowly… "

But the anxious youth ignored his older sister's anguished pleas, forcing his loins closer to the center between her tender thighs. His hips wedged her haunches wider apart as his belly pinned her to the mattress, pressing her divided buttocks deeply into the sheets. The soft silken strands of her pussy hair brushed maddeningly against his own belly, urging him to move all the more swiftly into her unused cavern. His knees forced her thighs to open even more widely as he pressed his own youthful pubis to hers.

"I love you, sis," he murmured almost incoherently. "I love you with all my heart, and I gotta prove it by fuckin' you. Soon you're gonna understand and you'll thank me for it. You'll see. Hell! You got a great cunt. It's only the second cunt I've ever seen, but it's gorgeous to look at. Now I gotta find out if it feels every bit as good as it looks. Here we go… "

"Davey… don't… don't… please… it's evil, it's wrong, it's… "

"It's great," he muttered. "That's what it is. It's great, and here it… comes… "

He pushed a hand between the terror-ridden thighs of her body, using his fingers to seek out the ultra-tight elasticity of her virgin vulva. He felt the rounded dome of his pulsing prick slide slowly, wetly between the shuddering pink labia of her unopened cunt. He used his fingers to guide the throbbing member into the tight entrance of her vagina. Grunting, he pressed his solid phallus into the pulsating hollow, pushing it slowly in. Christ! He felt as if his hard cock was sliding through thickening putty as her tender vaginal walls surrounded it in a tight grip.

"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling him force his penis into her.

It felt thicker than it had looked, and now it was prying her pussywalls apart, pressuring them into surrendering and swallowing his full length. Damn! The pressure hurt.

"Sis, sweet sis, your wonderful cunt is so tight. I swear it feels like I'm shoving into an elastic tube. Jesus! I never figured a girl could be this snug. Oh God! Susan, I really love you. I love you."

"Stop… stop… " she begged, thrashing about in pain. "Davey, how can you say you love me and hurt me like this."

Her tight cunt felt as if it would split at any moment. The clutching, tiny labia stretched to form a perfect fit; a collar around the head, then the neck of his cock as it pressed into her. She tensed her hips, trying to pull back, only to feel the mattress under her, preventing her from retreating any farther. There was no direction for her pelvis to move but forward. No matter how much pain, she had to go ahead.

His bulging glans came up against the barrier of her maidenhead, and feeling it, probed here and there, looking for a way around it. But there was no way around it. He had to go through it. He ground the rocket-nosed shape of his glans against her elastic cherry with careful deliberation, wanting her to feel every throbbing inch of his wanton cock in her weeping cunt.

Susan ground her teeth together feeling the anguish fill her womb. She gasped as she felt his prodding cock press unsuccessfully at the elastic membrane. Susan knew the resistance of her cherry was useless. Yet it was part of her, and being such, seemed reluctant to surrender merely because a cock so ordered. Her clenched fists beat on her brother's back, and her heels kicked the bedcovers again and again. She did everything in an attempt to ease her pain, but it was useless. Her brother gripped her tightly, ramming his hips maddeningly forward, prodding his relentless prick against the wall of her cherry again and again.

"Push up, sis," he moaned. "Push up. Help me and the pain'll go away."

And then there was no resistance as his thick cock began sliding deeper into her. Her precious hymen had been shredded into a thousand bloody pieces. Deeper, deeper, deeper, he slid all the way in, right up to her uterus-opening.

'Daveeeeeeyyyyyyy…!" she screamed, emptying her lungs of air with a loud shriek, gasping at the agonized shock of having lost her virginity so viciously. She could feel his driving cock wedge its way between her tight, sensitive vaginal walls, forcing them farther apart as it rode all the way into her. It parted the waters of the Red Sea. Like a hot knife* slicing through cold butter the cock rammed its full length all the way up into her quivering pussy. She wept tearfully at the over-powering hurt, realizing the worst was over. If there was no escape from dehymenization, at least the most painful part was over. Now all she had to do was lie there and let Davey pump into her again and again until he emptied his overfilled balls into the depths of her tender pussy.

Davey plunged forward repeatedly, feeling his weighty young testicles clap noisily against the bottom of her writhing buttocks. He could feel Susan wriggling beneath him in an attempt to change her position in the hope of relieving the pressure his in thrusting cock was building. Susan's slender, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of her brother.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Davey, that thick penis of yours is ripping me to shreds inside. No more, Davey. No more. It hurts too much."

Davey only smiled lewdly, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before her cries changed from anguish to delight. He rammed his iron-solid staff harder and faster, plunging ever deeper into her hot, surrendering flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking again and again into the wonder of her swampy pussy. Her hot cunt felt like a living condom wrapped around his plunging tool.

Susan realized there was more going on inside her than pain and anguish. Something was starting to build within. What it was she couldn't tell, never having really felt anything like it before. There was some vague resemblance to the sensations she'd felt while watching her father screw his nurse, Vivian Kay, but the differences in the feeling were greater than the similarities. Too, this was far more intense. It had to be or she would never have felt it through the scraping pain of her brother's cock riding through her cunt.

"You'll… uhhh… see, Susan," Davey was gasping. "You'll see. It'll all be all right. You're gonna love it."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh," Susan groaned, knowing her brother was probably going to be right. In spite of her determination to fight the oncoming pleasure-wave, she realized now she would succumb to it.

"Y'love it, don'tcha? Say it, for God's sake! Please Susan, please sis, tell me y'love it."

His thrusting into her tight twat seemed to take on a new dimension as the pain continued diminishing. That little bastard of a brother was right, after all. It was going to be a good one, a really great one.

"Yesssss… " she hissed. "Yes, Davey. Do it! Do it good! I can feel… it."

Tears still stained her cheeks, and though she wanted to make him feel bad for the pain he was causing her, she realized she was babbling without thinking. She was telling him what he wanted to hear, not because he wanted to hear it, but because it was true.

"Love it!" she mumbled. "Yes, yes, I want more, more, more. Fuck me, Davey. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"

Davey laughed, glad his sister was feeling the pleasure he wanted her to feel. He did love her. What he was doing was an expression of his love for her. He had to let her feel every last particle of pleasure.

His thighs moved more quickly now as his ass pistoned his cock in and out of his sister's squeezing quim. He literally pounded her soft, tender flesh as the thickness of his young phallus stretched the inner walls of her pussy all the more. His hands reached under her and gripped her firm buttocks, holding them in place so he could fuck into her all the harder. Her inner membranes felt liqueous as he stroked his throbbing phallus through them.

Susan felt him yank her thrusting cunt even closer to his pummeling cock-base as his maddened lunges into her filled the bedroom with echoing sounds of lascivious, slushy thrusts, blending with their moans and sighs of tormented pleasure. She could feel him urging himself in again and again, filling and re-filling her womanly passage with his manly club. She sensed Davey's breath becoming shorter and more gasping as it hissed out from tightly-closed lips. In the late afternoon sunlight streaking in through her bedroom window she could see his flesh glisten with perspiration. He was pounding more wildly now, totally out of control, and the pressure he was applying caused that certain something in her own cunt to build higher and higher.

Good God! She was going to have an orgasm. All the times she had watched the others: Betty, Vivian, her father, her brother, and even the four Black men fucking her mother, she could only imagine what an orgasm felt like. Imagination was nothing, in this case, compared to the actual happening. She could feel the sensations building up in her aching pussy at breakneck-speed. Yes, there was no question she would be having an orgasm. Even though her conscience warned her not to enjoy it, her body begged for it, pleaded for it, and Susan began understanding why her brother had become so addicted to what Betty had to offer.

Poor mother, she thought, and then her mouth opened as she yelled, "DAVEY!!! I can feel it… "

"Yes, yes, yes," Davey squealed, accenting each yes with a forward thrust of his loins, slamming his manly cock into the hot, mired depths of her pleading quim; pleading to do it justice.

"Uh… Uhhhh… Uhhhhhhh… Uhhhhhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhhuhh!" she bellowed, opening her mouth wide and screeching it out as loud as she could.

Wild thrills completely enveloped her, swamping her, drowning her in their marvelous sensations. Her head wildly spun from side to side as she no longer saw of heard. All she did was feel. She felt thrill after thrill shatter its way through her girlish body, making her hump her crotch all the higher and gobble in more of the swelling hardness already stuffing itself into her.

"Susan-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n… " she heard him scream from a long way off. And then he bellowed a "Yaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhh!"

Even as he blurted out the warnings of his climax the first heavy blasts of his burning, squooshy sperm exploded from the swelling tip of his solid prick. The gooey blast ran deep, flowing all the way up into her tight hole, splashing against all the inner walls. Susan felt the hot scorching splashes jet into her again and again, surging into her with the force of water bursting from a broken dam, searing her cunt, her uterus, even her fallopian tubes with the power of the blast. Every sore inch of her reamed-out tunnel was drenched in the soothing fire of his spurting sperm. Her pussylips tightened themselves around his sagging cock, trying to hold it in her as it slowly began deflating.

Hot trickling sensations could be felt running through the bottom of her asscrack, onto the bed. Her little brother had blasted so much sperm into her, it began backwashing, sliding out of her as his limp, shrunken phallus finally fell out.

Davey collapsed on top of her, his once-solid penis only a shriveled inch in length, now. He kissed the tips of her breasts letting her know how much he still loved her.

Susan felt good. She felt very good. If this was evil, then she was willing to face damnation. Fucking wasn't merely good, it was wonderful. And a cunt didn't care whose cock filled it. She could understand this now, and pitied her mother all the more. Davey was right. If you loved someone, fuck with that person.