Harry Stevens
Hot sister next door

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy Ryan had been struggling with her willpower all day. Once again she stared at the phone. Her right hand started to reach for it, but then her left hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm back to stop her from making the call.

"N-no," she stammered. "Don't do it. You have nothing to say to him."

Then another voice, this one in her head, reminded Cindy that regardless of whether she called him, sooner or later there would have to be a confrontation with Brad. After all, he was living right next door now. She couldn't avoid him forever.

The anniversary of their parting was this August seventeenth. Kennedy had still been the president then. But it seemed like yesterday, as Cindy involuntarily recalled every detail of that fateful day when she and Brad were both still teenagers.

They had been naked, in bed together, the same as so many times before. Indeed, they had become so used to the situation that they had all but forgotten the risk they were taking by being lovers. It was a mistake which would change both of their lives forever.

However, in their casual recklessness they'd had no way of knowing this on that August seventeenth. The only thing which mattered to them at the time was being alone to do whatever they pleased to one another.

"Got it hard for me yet?" Cindy had giggled to Brad as they lay side by side under the cool sheets.

And Brad had laughed, "Maybe this time I'm not gonna make it so easy for you. You want me hard, then you'll have to work for it. Otherwise, ain't nothin' happening."

"You bastard," she said, not anything like angry, yet too surprised by Brad's uncharacteristic resistance to be as playful as she ordinarily was when they were in bed.

Usually they were so horny for each other that Brad had his cock in her cunt and was fucking her almost as soon as their clothes were off. It wasn't until she had a pussyful of hot jizz that either of them could relax enough to slow down the pace.

But today Brad insisted on being stubborn, even wiggling his limp prick between his thumb and forefinger to frustrate Cindy before he covered himself up again.

"It's all up to you," he teased. "I'm gonna just lay here and do nothin'. 'Cept maybe read this magazine."

Then as Brad pretended to ignore her in favor of the magazine, Cindy slithered out of sight under the covers. Now he could smell the sweaty masculinity of his crotch in the darkness. Her tongue flicked out. The salty flavor of his balls made her tastebud tingle and she was licking beneath them into the crack of Brad's ass.

She felt his hips twitch. When she swished her tongue's tip around the pucker, Brad's asshole pulsated.

Then Cindy drew her tongue back from Brad's asshole. She popped one of his balls into her mouth, her suction pulling it in its sac. And after doing the same thing with the other one, she took both of them at the same time. Her checks bulging, she wetly slurped for at least a solid minute.

There was still no direct response from Brad. But even from down below, Cindy heard the ragged edge of his breath as it uncontrollably quickened.

Next she released his throbbing balls and went for the clincher. Licking up the underside of his cock, she couldn't help but be triumphantly aware of the growing hardness she'd caused. Now, to make it total.

His cockhead was quickly in her mouth. She felt the rush of blood when she bore down along his expanding prick shaft.

When his young cock was completely stiff, it measured ten inches. That's how much Cindy had just swallowed, for she had just deep throated a fully aroused Brad to his churning balls.

And he was openly admitting, "Oh, I'm ready. Soooo ready!"

Brad reached down for Cindy. He wanted to fuck her now. But burrowing between his legs, she'd neither budge nor end the blowjob.

Cindy had every intention of releasing Brad's cock before he came. That didn't mean, though, that the next stop for his hard-on was in her pussy. No, not until she'd tested Brad more than this. Maybe he'd started this game, but as far as Cindy was concerned, damn, if she wasn't going to finish it on her terms.

So for now she continued sucking prick, but carefully, hard enough to keep Brad's balls in a turmoil, yet with enough caution to keep them just short of erupting.

Then, finally, she spit out his prick. Believing that she'd decided to cooperate, Brad made a grab for her, planning to flip her over so he could wedge between her thighs to thrust his cock into her cunt and fuck her at last.

However, groping beneath the covers, Brad wound up empty-handed. For Cindy had just darted away, jumping out of bed. When Brad looked up, she stood there with a mocking grin on her face.

"What the hell is this?" he panted. "First you suck me, then you won't fuck me."

Cindy just smirked.

"Okay, all right," Brad rasped, with his hopelessly aroused cock red and stiff with frustration. "I'm begging you, Cindy. That's what you wanted, isn't it? I'm begging you for a fuck."

Speaking now, Cindy told him, "That's not enough anymore, Brad. If you want a piece of ass you'll have to earn it. Have to take it."

"Jesus!" he gulped. "What do I have to do? Rape you, for Christ's sake?"

"If you've got the balls," Cindy answered without hesitation.

"Don't push me…"

"Oh, but I am."

After saying this, Cindy put a foot up on a chair so her pussylips showed as they parted. She ran a finger up the groove of her cunt, from her asshole to her cunt, then brought it to her mouth and tasted it. If anything, Brad's cock got even harder.

Brad choked, "I'm warning you. I've got my limit."

To which Cindy saucily replied, "And I'm taking you past it."

"Bitch!" Brad hissed.

He leapt from the bed. Cindy danced away from him. In his awkward haste, he landed on his knees, his rigid prick twanging from the impact.

"Catch me if you, can," Cindy lilted.

Still on his knees, Brad scrambled after her. She slipped and dodged away from him, taunting him with laughter. However, although she seemed to zig whenever he zagged, Cindy eventually ran out of space and was finally cornered.

On a chair, she stood. Brad grabbed her ankles.

"Got you now!" he grunted.

"But what're you gonna do about it?" Cindy challenged.

"Bitch!" Brad repeated.

He snatched her legs out from under, her. She landed on her ass in the chair with a thump that made the springs squeal. Then it was Cindy, herself, who squealed. Because, with his right hand looping forth in a blurred arc, Brad had just slapped her flush across the face.

However, quickly recovering, Cindy shot back, "Is that all the harder you can hit?"

Brad slapped her again. This time, though, the element of surprise was on Cindy's side. For with a lightning reflex, she slapped him back.

And all at once, they were trading blows. Brad was stronger, but Cindy was more accurate. Several of his clubbing attempts were warded off, while every one of her sharp smacks found their target.

"You've got to do better than this," Cindy taunted.

His eyes blazing, Brad charged her. Cindy squirmed, but now his superior masculine strength was too much for her. Abruptly, she went limp. Seizing his advantage, Brad whipped one of her arms behind her in a hammerlock.

The leverage lifted Cindy out of the chair as if she were weightless. Now on his feet and behind her with his free arm around her neck, Brad guided her toward the bed. She was aware of his cock surging between her thighs from the rear as he manhandled her.

He wrestled her onto the mattress, pinning her face-down beneath him. Then he lowered his mouth to the side of her head, his words spitting directly into her ear.

"This is it," he hissed. "Your last chance to come across without force."

"Go to hell!" she snapped back. "You'll have to tie me up to fuck me."

"You got it, bitch!" Brad fumed. Keeping Cindy helpless with the hammerlock, Brad shook the case off the pillow. Then with one hand and his teeth, he swiftly ripped the fabric into strips.

Now he released Cindy's arm, but it had been bent for so long that it was uselessly numb. What's more, Brad dug his knee into the base of her spine, virtually paralyzing her. So when he snagged her wrist on the metal grill of the bed frame and began lashing them in place with the torn pillowcase, Cindy failed to mount a struggle.

And once she was his captive, Brad eased up on top of her. Removing his knee from the small of her back, he straddled her legs.

"You're not going anywhere," he boasted. "Not going to make a move unless I tell you to. And whatever I tell you, you'll do or else. Now lift your ass up in the air for me, bitch. Lift it as high as you can."

"Make me!" Cindy sputtered.

"That'll be half the fun," Brad declared.

He slapped her across the ass, her plump asscheeks instantly reddening with the imprint of his hand. When Cindy didn't respond, he slapped her again, then repeatedly.

"Yeah, this is what you need," Brad snorted, while delivering a flurry of blows. "A good, hard spanking."

He kept it up. Gradually, Cindy's battered ass began to rise, trembling from the beating.

"All right, that's more like it," Brad panted when her ass was the highest point of her body. "Knew a whipping would bring you around."

He had stopped hitting her, using his hands now to separate Cindy's asscheeks. And into the split of her ass he poked the head of his jutting prick. Up and down his blunt cock tip rubbed, moving back and forth between Cindy's cunt and asshole.

"Eeeny meeny, miny, mo," he mockingly rhymed, "see if you can guess where my cock'll go."

"Just get it over with," Cindy whimpered. "You can do better than that," Brad snapped. "Beg me, bitch."

After taking a deep breath, Cindy stammered, "F-fuck me. P-please fuck me."

"Louder, bitch!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"That's more like it," Brad chuckled with macho cruelty. "Only one thing, though. Fucking you, is not exactly what I'm gonna do. Didn't have to tie you up for that."

He paused, setting his jaw to bite down on his next three words.

"This is rape!" he violently declared.

Then, like a knife, his lurching cockshaft stabbed Cindy's rear-spread cunt. Going in, it seemed like a shank of cold steel to her. But then, once she'd taken all ten inches to the hilt, the muscles of her pussy automatically responded with tugging spasms. And Cindy abruptly felt the throbbing warmth of male flesh and blood, his cock in her cunt, fucking her.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, as Brad's hard-on began moving inside her. "Rape me. Rape me so good, until I can't stop coming."

Brad's cockhead pushed into her cunt to the entrance of her womb, then pulled back, as if it were tearing something out of her. And in the process, Cindy climaxed.

"More! More!" she orgasmically cried.

She rocked to and fro on her knees to help Brad's pumping cock gain momentum in her pussy. Then adding to the intensity of the fucking, Brad reached down to pluck Cindy's cunt, twisting it around almost double.

"Feels so good!" she gasped. "So good that I almost can't stand it."

However, when she said this, little did Cindy realize how thoroughly her sexual endurance would soon be put to the test. For Brad had never intended for this to be his cock's last stop. Without warning, he pulled all the way out and left her pussy abruptly untouched.

"No, no," Cindy protested. "You can't stop now! Can't stop fucking me when I'm coming so much!"

Brad chuckled, "What makes you think I'm stopping?"

"Your cock's not in my pussy anymore!" "And what makes you think that's the only place I can fuck you?" Brad chuckled some more.

Then his cockhead bumped up a notch from Cindy's abandoned cunt. She froze.

She barely managed to stutter. "Th-there?" "Why not?" Brad crisply replied. "B-but I've never been fucked that way before," Cindy gulped. "I-I'm still cherry there."

"You'd never been tied up and raped before, either," Brad reminded.

"That's different!" Cindy wailed. "I really wanted it all the time. Led you into it. But I never thought it'd go this far. That you'd – you'd…"

"Say it!" Brad demanded, pushing the head of his prick against the dent of its puckered target. "Want to hear you say it. Never thought I'd do what?"

"Fuck me in the ass," Cindy shuddered. "Well, think again. Your ass is fucked!" Brad's cock surged. It had never seemed anywhere so huge to Cindy as it did now, barging into the place where she shit. If it hadn't been for the pussy juice greasing the way, she guessed that all that prick would have ripped her to pieces.

As it was, she just barely hung on to her consciousness, as Brad shoved more and more prick into her tightest fuckhole. How much more, she wondered, could she possibly take? And then she found out the answer as much as Brad had to give. With a jolting cock-thrust, his balls were churning against, her cunt.

Realizing what had happened, a stunned Cindy muttered, "Can't believe it! Can't believe I took a whole cock up my butt."

Cautiously, she tested the fit, moving her hips just slightly. To her surprise, the effect of the friction was channeled directly to her cunt. Whatever pain there was took second place to the unexpected promise of pleasure.

"Oooooh, mmmm, ahhhhh," she signaled her discovery with an extended moan of arousal.

She rocked forward on her knees while Brad remained still, providing the motion now. His cock felt just as good when her ass pulled away from it as when he'd fucked into her. All she wanted was more.

Indeed, it was Brad who now had second thoughts.

"Hey, slowdown," he puffed when Cindy's squeezing asshole began tugging rhythmically at his prick. "Pinches when you do that."

"That's your problem!" Cindy sang out.

For a moment only Brad's cockhead had been in her ass. Now she jerked backward with lurching hips, abruptly getting butt-fucked to her shitty bowels.

"Oooooh, it's just super in my ass!" she panted. "Even better than getting my pussy fucked. God, how can I ever thank you enough for forcing me into it?"

Brad didn't answer. He was too busy collecting his wits.

Damn, he thought, he didn't know it'd be this way when he'd decided to ass-fuck Cindy. Felt like his cock was going through a wringer. The little bitch, no matter how hard he tried she wound up having things her way. But, Brad vowed to himself, it wasn't over yet. He still had it in him to finish what he'd started.

"Thank me later!" He now scowled at Cindy. "After I'm through raping the shit out of your ass like I set out to do when I started."

He grabbed Cindy's hips, braking her movement. Then the motion was all his, as his prick began pumping back and forth in her ass, operating under its own steam for the first time since he'd put it in.

Taking control made a world of difference to Brad, with the squeezing tightness of Cindy's fucked ass becoming the special turn-on it was supposed to have been all along. To his satisfaction he felt a rising tide at the pit of his loins. All this fucking and he hadn't come yet, but when he did it was going to be a flood.

However, before he finally shot his wad, Brad was determined to show Cindy he was boss by ripping right through her if he could, really hurt her.

And he did. But not in the way he expected. "Hurts!" Cindy cried. But then she added, "Yes, hurts soooo gooooood!"

Reacting as if he were locked in battle with her, Brad fucked her ass even harder. However, Cindy's wails of pleasure just increased.

"God, I love it!" she crooned. "I'm coming so fucking much! Don't let up on me until you're coming, too, Brad! Until your cock's filling me with hot jizz!"

Cindy's mention of it made Brad aware that he was on the brink of his long-delayed climax. Before he unloaded, though, he'd make one last attempt to dominate the action, go out with a macho flourish.

Somehow holding back his cum for an additional moment, Brad grabbed double fistfuls of Cindy's hair. Snapping her head back for leverage, he drove his prick into her ass deeper than ever before. He was into her guts, feeling the gooey heat of her shit around his cock. And then he twisted his hilted fuck tool like he had a drill between his legs.

"Suffer, bitch, suffer!" he hissed, anxious to get the best of Cindy before his spurting prick ended the ass-fuck.

And on cue, she screamed for him. Screamed so loudly that it was easy for Brad to imagine that he'd finally succeeded in punishing her more than she could stand.

However, Cindy had miscalculated. As it would turn out, Brad wouldn't be the only one with the mistaken impression that he'd brutally raped her. She and be may have grown used to the notion that sex lifted them into a world of their own, but for the first time since they'd become lovers they were about to be confronted by an all-too-familiar intruder.

She heard the scream when she was pulling into the driveway, home early from her office job because of a headache. There was no doubt in her mind who it was. A mother knows when it's her only daughter who's in trouble – terrible trouble.

She ran into the, house through the kitchen door, picking up the first thing she found to use as a weapon in case the worst was happening. And then clutching the butcher knife, she closed in on her daughter's screams, a single word drumming in her head, the ugliest word in any woman's vocabulary.

"Rape," she painfully managed to say it aloud, then stabbed the air with the knife in preparation for driving it into the black heart of her little girl's attacker.

Now she was at the bedroom door. It was closed, with the screams coming from inside. She kicked it open.

And having expected the worst, she discovered that she'd underestimated the case.

"My God!" she choked, her heart stopping at the sight before her.

The obscene spectacle of her naked daughter tied to the bed and being assaulted from behind like an animal was bad enough. However, it wasn't just the apparent rape that broke the heart of Cindy's mother. The identity of the attacker was the real horror.

"Brad!" she called, reaching the edge of the creaking bed.

He looked at her just as his cock erupted in Cindy's ass. And now the horror was his.

"M-Mom," Brad stammered in shock, helpless to stop his cock from spurting.

The reply from his and Cindy's mother was uttered a tortured word at a time, as if she were in a trance. "You've-raped-your-own-sister."

And then, her ass bloating with her brother's cum, Cindy blurted out, "No, Mom, it's not what it looks like! Not Brad's fault! I made him tie me up and fuck me in the ass!" Looking back at it over the years, Cindy wondered, how she could have possibly thought that what she'd said at that moment would make it any easier on her mother. Almost anything else might have prevented what happened next.

"Wh-what?" her mother had sputtered with disbelief. "Brad and I have been fucking for months," Cindy had continued to blunder on, almost bragging about her incestuous affair with her brother.

"No!" was the gasping reply, the children's mother so near to them now that her shadow fell across their naked bodies when she raised the knife in her hand.

The shank, of cold steel flashed in the air, plunging toward a vital target. Somehow, Brad had managed to react. At the last instant, he swung out his arm and stopped his mother from piercing the heart at which she'd aimed.

Her own.

"Let me die!" she'd sobbed, slumping to the floor in despair after the knife had clattered there first. "Can't live with this, just can't."

She'd reached for the knife again. Brad was there to kick it away. Then he and Cindy had stared at their hysterical mother, realizing all too well that she was the ultimate victim of their reckless incest.