Blackmailed Sister
Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Blackmail, Incest, Brother, Sister, Rough, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Bestiality,

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He wanted his own sister bad. Finally, he got something on her and used it to get what he wanted

Mark lay on his bed, on top of his hastily made covers, and roamed his own Naked body. His hand slowly moved down to his hard cock and wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, moaning softly, he began to stroke it up and down, lingering on the head and squeezing harder, before moving down again.

Only one image, one girl, filled thoughts 24-hours a day. He wanted her. She filled his every desire. Her face danced before his eyes as his stroking increased. He saw himself fucking her, using her body that he had to see, to touch, to taste. He felt that familiar churning in his groin and increased the rhythm.

He heard the front door slam shut and looked to his open bedroom door. Even as footsteps started up the stairs he didn't get up or try to cover himself. He knew who it was. The only person it could be; the object of his lust and desire.

He heard his sister reach the top of the stairs and started to beat his cock with a fevered pace. She walked past his room, not even glancing his way as she walked to her own bedroom down the hall.

He was beyond the point of no return, grunting softly; he brought the orgasm to its fulfillment. His teenage cock erupted, spewing his cum over his chest, stomach, thighs and hands. His hand slowed as he stroked the last few beads from his dick.

With a morose sigh he looked towards his open door. She had missed him once again. How many times had that happened this summer? Four, five? Both his parents worked late, and never came home early. Having watched his pretty sister develop from an early age, Mark had begun to lust after her in a very unnatural way. They were never close, not at all, and whatever small amount of guilt at having those feelings was easily consumed with his need to fuck her.

Left alone with her in the same house, forced to be around her as she wore next to nothing all too often, Mark finally had to put a scheme into play that he had long desired. He was going to fuck her. So far, his plan had failed. Leaving the door opened while he masturbated had accomplished nothing. And she had never shown any interest in him. She would never fuck him freely, he now knew. So, there was only one resort. He would have to make her do it.

He didn't want to rape her. Well, he did, but that wasn't an option. He was only twenty-two, home for the summer from college, and had his whole life ahead of him. Going to jail for rape was not what he planned for his future. He wanted to force her, but she had to make the final decision. And he knew how to do it.

Only nineteen, Anne was still young enough to be fixated on a single goal, and quite young enough to get herself into trouble. She was the baby of the family, daddy's little girl who could do no wrong. She had saved up enough money to spend the last three weeks of summer in the Bahamas with some friends, but their dad had already made it quite clear that he did not wish his baby girl to go on such a trip.

They had made a deal; if she could spend the first part of the summer proving she was the perfect angel her father thought she was, then she could go. One slip up, and it was all over. Mark had made it his duty to make certain she slipped up.

At first it was hard. He had a job, and couldn't spend his days following her around. But she worked as well. It was the nights that he prowled, following her about with a video camera in hand.

For two full weeks, he followed his sister from place to place, house to house, party to party. Through it all she didn't take one drink, didn't smoke one cigarette, and didn't use a single drug. She was, apparently, daddy's little angel.

He filmed her anyway, using prize shots of her bending over as masturbating material. He was about to give up entirely when one weekend night he finally caught her committing a crime far worse than any of the others.

He watched her leave a party and sneak into the trees behind the house. And she wasn't alone. Mark moved closer to get a better look, when he recognized the person she was with. His name was Dave, and he was supposed to go along on the trip. A good kid, his father had been told, very responsible. Mark got close enough to make certain both their faces were visible in the dark light and sat back to film.

Mark watched in awe as his sister slowly unzipped Dave's jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down, letting his cock spring free. She looked at it briefly, before taking the bobbing member in her mouth. Mark had already opened his pants and was jerking himself off as the lewd scene unfolded before him.

Mark had to concentrate to keep the camera on them as she worked his dick over. He came quickly, long before she was done with Dave, and was able to relax and enjoy what he was seeing. She sucked him hard and deep, taking almost the whole of this prick down her throat. He had never imagined that she was so skilled. Her head began to bob in quick, sharp motions, and Dave's knees buckled as he shot his load into her mouth. She didn't spill a drop.

As Anne and Dave made their way back to the party, Mark strolled back to his car as happy as he had ever been. He had her now.

Totally unsuspecting, Anne sat in her bedroom and brushed out her long, brown hair after a long shower. It was Friday afternoon and her parents had already left for one of their many weekend escapes. She had a full weekend of parties all planned. It would start tonight at the house party. She smiled to herself when she thought back to last weekend's house party and her little escapade with sexy Dave in the bushes. Tonight, she fully planned to go one step further.

She stood up and walked in front of her full-length mirror to watch herself brush her damp hair. Her thin, damp, robe clung to the curves of her breasts, and she noticed that her nipples had hardened while thinking about Dave's cock in her mouth.

She couldn't wait to have it in her cunt. Anne loosened the belt and opened her robe. She looked over her exposed flesh and smiled to herself. She did have a nice body, she had to admit. Only 5 and a half feet tall, her body was kept trim by a regular visit to the gym. Her tits were not huge, but at a C-cup, they were a nice hand full.

She put the brush down and cupped her tits, pushing them up and together, enhancing the cleavage. They were so nice. She let them drop and watched in erotic amusement as they bounced on her chest. Tweaking the nipples to make them even harder, she closed her eyes and swayed slowly. One hand moved slowly down over her firm stomach and traced a path down over her hip to her thigh. Slowly, her fingers moved in between her legs and brushed at the moist opening of her slit.

She moaned slightly and started to wiggle the tip of her finger inside. Through a barely noticeable crack in the door, Mark watched the lewd display of his sister touching herself. His eyes were wide and his cock throbbed as he watched the scene unfold. He had spied on her before, but he had never seen anything like this.

As he watched her reflection in the mirror, he took that moment to slowly back away and head downstairs. It was either that or he would have to jump her then and there. Once safely downstairs, he called out.

"Hey, Anne," he yelled, trying to sound annoyed. "Come down here, now!"

Anne snapped herself out of the moment as she heard her brother yelling at her. With a sigh, she slipped her finger out of her yearning hole and closed her robe. Opening the door she yelled down the stairs.

"What do you want?"

"Come down here!"

"I'm busy. I have to get ready to go out."

"This is about you going out!"

Anne furrowed her brow nervously. Even at 19 and free to make her own choices, her parents still left her older brother in charge of things. He had never bothered her before, but had the authority to royally screw up her life if he ever chose to. Nervously, she started down the stairs and found Mark waiting for her in the living room.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to sound angry at this intrusion. "I'm going to be late."

Mark just looked at her and shook his head. "Look, we both know that Mom and Dad want me to keep an eye on you when they're not around." Anne rolled her eyes and Mark had to fight hard not to break out into a vicious smirk. "Usually, I don't give a shit what you do, but I have something you better see." He picked up the remote and pressed play on the VCR.

She flashed Mark a confused look and turned to the TV. It was dark, and at first she wasn't certain what she was supposed to be looking at. But then the scene zoomed in on the face of Dave. It was still dark, but his face was clear. The camera panned over slightly and she saw her own face.

Her eyes widened in sudden realization of what this was. She watched herself drop to her knees in front of the guy and start to suck him off. Her face turned red with anger and fear, and she didn't even notice the rhythmic bouncing of the camera.

Anne turned and faced Mark, ignoring the TV. She didn't need to see anymore. Mark watched the scene for a few moments longer, a smirk dancing on his lips before he pressed the stop button.

"As you can see, we have a problem.," Mark almost laughed. "I'm not too sure Dad would care much for you going away this summer after he sees this."

Anne looked like she was about to faint. The possibility of her father seeing this only just then occurred to her. And Mark was right. He wouldn't let her out of his sight if he saw this. She looked at her brother and her lip curled in anger.

"So what do you want, Mark?" she demanded, realizing that there was going to be some heavy price for this to be kept secret.

"I don't know," he answered coolly. "What do you have to offer?"

She felt lost. She was totally at his mercy and she knew it. But she also knew that Mark already had something in mind. She could see it in his eyes and it made her shift nervously.

"Look, whatever you want from me, you can have it. Just give me the tape."

Mark held all the cards, but a lifetime of sibling rivalry wouldn't let her back down without a fight.

Mark just smiled. "Well, it's simple. I want you." Anne frowned in confusion. He moved closer to her, towering over her. "Give yourself to me from now until Sunday when Mom and Dad get home, do everything I say and ask of you, everything, and we'll forget this ever happened."

She wrinkled her nose. "What do you mean."

Mark started to get angry at her arrogance. "I mean I want you to be my slave for the weekend. Do everything I want." Anne took a step back. The lust on his face as his eyes moved down to her body was unmistakable.

"I don't think so!" she yelled at him.

Mark smiled and shrugged. "Your choice." He walked over and ejected the tape from the VCR and handled it idly in front of her. "Better have fun tonight then. Don't think you'll be seeing much of your friends, especially in the Bahamas, after Dad sees what his little girl has been up to."

Anne just stood and stared at her brother. She knew her life would be over if her father ever saw the tape. But the thought of being her brother's slave chilled her to the bone. Mark stood passively in front of her, offering her no support or opportunity. She ran the options through her head, unsure if she really understood them.

She could just walk away and risk Mark giving the video to her father, which she was certain he would, and effectively ruin everything. Or she could do what Mark wanted and be his slave. From the way that he had looked at her moments ago, she wasn't certain what that really meant. He didn't want to have sex with her, did he?

The thought made her shudder involuntarily. No, not even Mark could be so twisted. He would probably just spend the weekend humiliating her, making her do demeaning chores. She didn't like it one bit, but she knew she had no choice in the end. It was only a weekend, after all. The consequences were too great. At last she nodded.

"Alright, Mark, I'll be your slave for the weekend." She sneered at the last part, but Mark paid it no mind. He knew he could expect a lot of that kind of attitude all weekend and was ready for it. He just smiled and took a step closer.

"Good. I knew you'd see it my way." He smiled sweetly. "As a show of good faith." He handed her the videotape. "I still have the original, of course. You can have that too when the weekend is done, but only if you've been a good girl." She shot him a venomous glance as she took the tape from him.

"Okay, what do you want me to do, drive you around all day?" she demanded.

"No, nothing like. Not right now anyway. Come with me." He led the way back upstairs, Anne hesitantly in tow. He stopped briefly to grab a package from his room before leading her to her own. He threw the package on the bed.

"First, I want you to cancel all of your plans. Call your friends and tell them you are going away for the weekend. I don't want any of them calling here at all for the next few days. If they do, I might just forget about our little deal. Understood?"

Anne nodded. She knew.

"Good. When you're done, I want you to put on what's in the bag. And only what's in the bag. If you're wearing anything else, well, you know the deal."

Anne nodded again, this time more confused.

"You have twenty minutes to get this all done. When you're dressed, come to my bedroom." He smiled a strange smile she had never seen him wear before and left her alone.

Anne sighed and shook her head, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She knew she could still back down, but that would get her nowhere. She called as many of her friends as she could think of that called her on a regular basis and told them that she was taking off for the weekend. They gave her their best wishes, telling her they'd miss her at the party and such. She would miss herself for not being there too. When she was done, she picked up the package curiously.

Resigned to continue forward, at least for now, she tore open the package. She looked in confusion at the contents. Inside was a black and white French-maid's outfit, the low cut kind with the lacy frills and apron. It was obviously designed to be extremely sexual, and she doubted it would cover much of her ass or tits. Also, there was a pair of her black high heels. She shook out the dress, but to her dismay found no bra or panties.

Did Mark really want her to wear this without underwear? She recalled what he had said, and he had been clear. Nothing but what was in the package or the deal was off. Well, if things started to get too freaky, she could always back out later and risk her father's wrath.

Mark Sat on his bed and idly flipped through a magazine. He wasn't even certain what magazine it was, his heart was fluttering so rapidly. This was it. This was going to happen. All those months of pent up sexual frustration were about to come to an end. His eyes were ever shifting to the clock, and as the appointed minute got closer, he got more nervous. What if she backed out? No, she wouldn't. She couldn't!

A soft tap on his door caused him to drop the magazine. He quickly retrieved it and pretended to be engrossed in the contents. "Come in," he said at last, trying to make it sound like he didn't know who was there. His eyes nearly jumped out of his head as the door opened and his sister stood there nervously in the maid outfit he had bought for her just for this occasion.

He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the shapely flesh of her naked legs. They were well shaped by her workouts, and her almost fanatical tanning made them an unflawed, golden brown. The short, black skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs and his eyes moved up past her waist and to the tight fitting, low cut top.

Even braless, her firm breasts swelled against the flimsy material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her long, brown hair, she was pretty. In the outfit, she was as sexy as he had ever seen her. He smiled as she stood there glaring at him, shifting nervously under his scrutiny.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she half demanded, half whined. He had always liked her whine, and had often wondered what it would sound like while she was being brutally fucked.

Mark put down the magazine and looked around. "Clean my room," he said. She looked at him like he was an idiot, which made him smile even more. "Make sure you pick everything up and tidy it good. And bend over all the way when you do."

She shot him a venomous glare but slowly started to work. This was degrading, but it could be worse. Maybe this would be the worst of it. She started by the door and moved her way in, grabbing dirty laundry as she went.

"Ah!" he snapped at her. "I said bend over all the way!" If looks could kill... She bent herself in half at the waist to pick up an errant sock. "And turn your back to me when you do."

She froze and thought about backing out. But Mark's smug look made her want to do what he commanded, if for no other reason to prove she was better than he was. She turned her back to him and bent over, then fully over, to pick up a piece of paper that had missed the garbage can. She felt slightly queasy at the thought of what she was doing. She knew that she was exposing her bare ass to his leering inspection. And even a bit of her pussy must have been showing.

Mark, on the other hand, was enjoying every second. His cock twitched and strained against his tight jeans every time Anne bent over. He was rewarded with several excellent views of the firm, shapely globes of her bare ass cheeks, and was happy to see no tan lines. In one view she had bent over in just the right way to let him see the perfect view of her luscious pussy. He rubbed himself as he watched the erotic scene.

Anne sighed with relief as she picked up the final piece of dirty laundry. Thankfully his room wasn't that dirty. Now that she thought about it, the stuff she had just picked up almost seemed to have been placed strategically about. She turned to him sharply when she realized his ploy.

"That's it?" she demanded, feeling disgusted with him and herself. He continued to rub himself through his jeans even as she looked on.

"Almost," he said. "But you see, now I have this problem. Watching you bending over in front of me, displaying yourself like that, has got me horny as hell. I think you had better take care of it for me."

Anne stood and stared at her brother as if realizing for the first time the plight that she had allowed herself to become trapped in. "What do you mean?" she asked fearfully.

"I want you to give me head, Anne," he said matter-of- factly, surprised at his confidence. Until that very moment he wasn't certain if he would ever really be able to go through with it. "Suck me off until I blow my load in your mouth." He smiled sweetly at her. Anne remained motionless, fear in her eyes. "Come on, Anne," he yelled, anger in his voice. "We both know what's riding on this. Get over here and suck me off!"

Fear started her into motion, but anger and disgust made that motion slow. How could she go through with it? How could she suck on her own brother's cock? Maybe if she just closed her eyes and sucked real fast it would all be over quickly.

She stopped at the edge of her brother's bed and looked down at him. He rubbed himself through his pants and finally popped the snap and unzipped them. He lifted his ass off the bed and scooted out of the pants, kicking them off onto the floor. His shirt and socks came off next, so that he lay before her in only his underwear. The bulge of his throbbing cock strained against the thin fabric, begging for release of the tight confines.

"Take them off," he ordered. He was surprised at Anne's compliance. He could see the disgust on her face, but he could also see a distance. She was doing everything she could to pretend that this wasn't happening, that Mark was someone else, Dave perhaps. He didn't care, as long as he got what he wanted. Anne bent over him and grabbed the waistband of the shorts. Mark raised his hips again and she peeled the shorts from his waist, over his thighs and finally off altogether.

She stared for long moments at the bobbing, twitching cock. If it had been someone else's, she thought, she would have called it beautiful. It was over seven inches long and a good thickness with a smooth, purple head. But it belonged to her brother. She would do this, this one time to be free of him. As sick as it all was, she knew she had no real choice.

Mark didn't have to encourage her anymore. She knelt beside the bed and positioned herself over his waiting cock. Her long hair brushed his naked stomach sending shivers up his body. But they were nothing compared to the feeling of her hot breath on his cock as she lowered her head and opened her mouth. She closed her lips over the head and licked out with her tongue, testing the flavor and texture. She started to gag, but more from the thought having her brother's cock in her mouth than from sucking a dick.

Composing herself, she went to work. She opened her mouth wider and plunged her head down on his throbbing penis. It was hot in her mouth, and felt good. She loved sucking cock. But she did her best to think this was Dave, not Mark, and settled quickly into a fast, steady rhythm, hoping to bring him off quickly. Mark marveled at the fabulous sensations that were coming from his electrified cock. He knew from watching the tape of her and Dave that she had quite a bit of skill in this art, and that she was trying to her best to bring him off quickly.

She was a little rough in her urgency, occasionally scraping him with her teeth or letting him slip out from time to time. Nevertheless, he soon felt his balls churning. Waiting months for this very instant, the moment and the superior skill being used on his dick were becoming too much for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the top of her head as it bobbed up and down. An occasional slurp could be heard, exciting him all the more. He moaned and writhed under her skilled mouth, trying his best to resist pumping his cock into her mouth, wanting to savor this as long as possible. But he was quickly losing the battle. He was going to cum, soon.

He reached down and stroked her hair before placing his hand on the top of her head.

"I'm going to cum, Anne," he whispered hoarsely. "You're going to make me cum." She put her hand around the base of his cock and tried to pull her mouth away, but he pushed at her head, keeping her on him. "No, I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every drop."

She tried to push away, but he grabbed her head with both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth as she gurgled and tried to scream at him. His ass cheeks suddenly clenched and he thrust into her, hard, filling as much of her mouth as he could. First one, then two, then three globs of hot cum shot out of his shaft into her waiting mouth. She choked and tried to spit it out, but he held her firmly in place.

"Swallow it all!" he gasped. "Suck my balls dry." She had no choice but to swallow, but she refused to suck on him any longer. "I said suck!" he yelled at her in angry. Fearful, she increased the tension of her lips around his shaft and reluctantly sucked on his softening cock. Another spurt and a few more beads of his pearly cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. At last he let her go. She fell away, choking and gasping for air. She shot Mark a look of pure hatred. Mark lay on the bed and looked back, his face a mask of satisfied lust.

For Mark it was everything he had imagined. As a sexual experience, it had felt amazing, but knowing it was his sister who had performed it made all that much better. He sighed happily and looked over at Anne. His sister was still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and glaring at him. For her, the experience had been less that enjoyable. She didn't know if it had been worth it, if a month in the Bahamas was worth drinking her own brother's cum, but she was determined to forget this whole thing, and soon. But Mark had other ideas.

He looked over at his clock and smiled. It was only 7:00 p.m. He still had the whole weekend in front of him, and it was going to be one hell of a time. Anne slowly stood and started to leave, snapping Mark out of his reverie.

"Where are you going?" he demanded as he grabbed his robe and threw it on.

"I did what you wanted," she sneered. "Now leave me alone."

Mark shrugged. "The deal was you would be mine for the whole weekend. It's still only Friday night." Her eyes widened as she looked to the door for escape. "And right now, my little maid, I want you to do my laundry. Come along now." He smiled sweetly and started for the door. His command had been so idle, so calm and casual, that she felt compelled to obey. With a sad sigh she grabbed the newly filled basket of clothes and followed her brother to the basement.

Mark grabbed a chair and dragged it into the laundry room. Without a word, he sat down and watched. Anne glared at her older brother, but set to her task without complaint. What could she do? She had come this far. To quit now, over laundry, seemed ludicrous, all things considered. Thankfully, it was only one load.

Mark's eyes drank in her body as it moved and jiggled beneath her skimpy, sexy uniform. He wanted to run to her, tear off her clothes, and fuck her against the washing machine. Even having just had himself sexually satisfied, his cock still twitched and threatened to rise at the thought. With some restraint, he contented himself watching. Anne threw the remainder of his clothes in and started the machine, looking expectantly to Mark for further orders. Instead, he just stared at her. She shifted nervously.

"Why don't you hop up onto the washer until the load is done," Mark told her. She looked at him, somewhat confused, but slowly pushed herself onto the machine. Facing Mark, she crossed one leg over the other to hide his view from her naked pussy. In a few moments she realized that her pussy wasn't his immediate focus. The machine started its wash cycle, agitating visibly, and Anne rocked gently on top of it. She could feel her unrestrained tits bouncing inside of her top, and looking at Mark, suddenly realized he had a great view of the tops of her tits bouncing with the machine. She tried several times to uncomfortably cover herself better, but in the end, gave in to his stares. At least he wasn't touching her.

The cycle of the machine seemed to take forever as Anne sat and displayed herself to her brother. When the washer finally stopped, she quickly hopped off and started to transfer the load to the dryer. So exhausted from the ordeal so far, she didn't even think as she bent fully over in front of her brother.

Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his sister's bare pussy in the best shot he had seen yet. He smiled at her carelessness, a new wave of lust creeping over his loins. Anne set the dryer and turned back to her brother.

"Now what?" she sneered. "You want me to sit on the dryer?"

"No," he said as he got up from the chair. "I'm hungry. Make us dinner." He smiled at her and led the way to the kitchen. She choked back her anger, but followed behind.

Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and positioned himself to watch the full of the kitchen. Anne stood there for a time, waiting for him to say something. Finally she sighed.

"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, slightly angry.

"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in the freezer."

She glared at him, but set to work. Searching through the freezer, she found a small tub labeled sauce and tossed it into the microwave to defrost. Anne set a large pot of water on the stove to boil and turned to Mark, keeping an eye on him. She still believed, deep down, that she held some sort of personal control over the situation. Mark simply sat and stared at her in total silence. Anne shifted nervously under the cold scrutiny, waiting for him to say something, to do something. But he did neither, choosing to stare in silence, his eyes eating her body.

Mark was smiling on the inside. He could see exactly how much he was getting to her, and he loved every moment. But his heart was thudding against his chest, threatening to burst. And that wasn't all that was going to burst. His hard cock throbbed painfully, needing release, needing a hole to explode into. He was surprised he had been able to hold out as long as he did, but he would have to move soon. He watched his sister closely, waiting for the right moment. The right moment to take her.

It seemed like an eternity to Anne, but the water finally started to boil. She turned thankfully from the haunting stare and pulled the pasta from the cupboard. Grabbing a handful, she tossed it into the boiling pot and began to stir it idly, unaware that Mark had moved in behind her. In one, swift motion he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her chest down onto the counter.

Anne shrieked in terror and tried to push herself up, to fight free of his grip, but it seemed hopeless. He was much stronger than she was, and the way he had her pinned prevented her arm muscles from resisting him.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at him, her voice tight.

"What I've been dreaming of for months," Mark snickered in her ear. "Now hold still. You might enjoy this."

Mark tugged at the knot on his belt, letting his robe open at the front. His stiff rod swayed as it sought out the object of its affections, now so close at hand. Anne whimpered into the counter top as her brother's hand felt its way under the short skirt and onto her ass cheeks. He plied and kneaded at the soft globes until his middle finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the entrance to her sweet cunt. She cried softly, causing him to smile even more. She didn't resist as he kicked her legs apart and dragged her hips slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking his lips, Mark took his cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy lips.

"Stop," she screamed as she felt the head of his dick press against her pussy lips. She pushed off the counter but Mark caught her before she was able to turn away. In one, quick stab he thrust half his cock into her partially dry cunt.

She whimpered and cried but he held her firm. Mark put one hand on her hips, and with the other he pushed her head down and slightly to the side. Through tears, she saw the boiling pot of water and pasta getting closer and closer to her face. Sucking in a hot breath of fear, she tensed, then forcibly relaxed, trying to accommodate Mark's size in her unlubed cunt.

Mark held her head above the steaming pot, and sniffling in defeat, she slowly reached down and began to finger her clit. Mark grunted and laughed in her ear, and began to move his cock around inside of her as best he could. From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and the action in her pussy, Anne felt her juices begin to flow and lubricate around Mark's penis. Mark felt it too. With A handful of her hair, Mark squeezed her tits through her blouse and stared to thrust up into her. She closed her eyes and tried to leave her body, to let her brother rape her without feeling it.

Scalding moisture brought her abruptly to her senses. Mark began to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. His body was locked on one solitary purpose: filling this cunt with his sperm. As his thrusting became more and more ferocious, Mark began to push on her head, forcing her closer and closer to the boiling water.

She panicked. She tried pushing, twisting her way free, but it was no use. With his orgasm near, she could never escape his grasp now. The heated steam turned from irritable to painful as it began to scald her face, to burn her skin. She had no choice. In a desperate act she began to thrust back against him. Mark moaned as she started to milk the muscles of her pussy around his cock with each thrust.

He couldn't believe how good it had felt before. Now that she was fucking him back, he knew he couldn't last. He pulled her away from the pot and slammed her face back into the counter. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded into her several more times before at last erupting into her cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her belly. His cock twitched and slowly started to soften.

Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly. He wiped his cock on her apron and left her crying on the counter as he returned to the chair, totally satisfied. That had been far better than he had ever imagined. Anne slumped against the counter and sobbed. Her pussy was on fire and face burned from the near scalding. She could feel her own juices and her brother's sperm dripping down her inner thighs. She felt so far away, that this couldn't be happening. She couldn't even remember what she had done that could be so awful as to allow her own brother to rape her.

He watched her from his chair, letting her cry silently, for several minutes before tapping the table impatiently.

"Anne, I think the spaghetti is ready now," he said matter-of-factly. "You better serve it before it gets mushy."

She turned and glared him with pure hate in her eyes. Mark smiled back at her. She knew, now, that her torment had only just begun. She said nothing, but took out two plates and silverware and set two places. With an angry, distant expression she served out two helpings, smearing sauce over each and sat down. Mark couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed to have become his willing slave. He could barely eat as he stared at her with a newfound lust.

Anne, in fact, was not so willing. Crying into the counter top opened her eyes to the realization of what she let herself into. She had sucked her brother off, drank his sperm, and let him fuck her. It wasn't too late, of course. She could walk away. But what would be the point, now, after she had been through this much.

She would get through this weekend, get that tape, destroy it, and plot her eternal revenge. For now, she would have to get by. She didn't look at Mark as she forced herself to eat, but she could feel his eyes walking over her. She cringed but finished as much as she wanted. When she looked up she noticed Mark's plate was empty.

"More?" she sneered at him.

"No, I'm fine," he replied pleasantly. "But you know, I'm a little sore. I think I need a massage."

He got up and started to walk upstairs, not even bothering to see if Anne would follow. She hesitated, but slowly got up and climbed the stairs after him. She found him naked, face down on his bed, his lean, well-defined body displayed for her. She frowned, but found herself climbing onto the bed beside him. She started at his shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. Mark sighed.

"That feels good," he moaned. "Straddle my hips."

Anne slowly swung a leg over his body and settled down on his ass. Mark groaned as he felt her bald pussy lips brushing his skin. He could feel the wetness of her juices and his cum mixed within her. She worked over his neck, shoulders and back as best she could. Mark moaned in appreciation from time to time, but said nothing, letting her work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working out his muscles. By the end of it, Mark was laying on yet another raging hard on.

Anne pulled herself off of Mark and started to move off the bed when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down. Moving quickly, he forced her on her back and climbed on top of her, pinning her smaller frame beneath him. She squirmed against him and pushed at his chest, trying to push him away.

"Mark, no!" she screamed at him as she beat at his shoulders feebly. Mark grinned down at her. "Get off or I'll scream."

She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she could finish taking a breath Mark smashed his lips into hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. She lay there stunned as her brother kissed her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses and bit down on his lip. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue before Mark snapped his head back and howled at her.

"Fucking bitch!" He wanted to fuck her long and slow, but now she would have to pay for that. He forced her legs apart and thrust his cock in between her thighs. Anne fought and twisted, kicking with her legs, trying to break free, to not let him inside of her again. He grabbed both her legs behind the knees and pushed her wide open. In one thrust, his cock found her opening and buried itself deep inside. She screamed in terror more than pain as Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders and ground her body into his own. Her cunt was still slick from the last fucking, and burying his face in her hair, he began to brutally pound into her.

Anne grunted as she took each stroke, one direction filled completely, another nearly emptied. Mark was in pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal. He could feel her hot body beneath him and was slightly sad that he couldn't feel her bare breasts against his naked chest while he fucked. Oh well, plenty of time for that later. For now, he fucked her like a man possessed.

Anne closed her eyes and tried to be far away, but the pounding cock in her pussy kept her too close to reality. There was nothing she could do this time. Pinned beneath her brother, her legs spread wide while his hips and ass pumped in and out of her, she couldn't even move, let alone try to help the process along. It didn't matter, though. Within minutes she heard him grunt and felt his entire body stiffen as his cock plunged in to the hilt. She felt his hot cum fill her pussy for the second time. Mark grunted again and moaned with pleasure.

His cock twitched and spasmed inside her. He just fucked his own sister for the second time in one night! He started laughing to himself and unceremoniously rolled off of her. Anne remained on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"That was good," he laughed, turning his head to look at her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. "As a reward, you may have half an hour for yourself to take a shower and get cleaned up." She looked over at him and sneered, but got to her feet and headed thankfully to the bathroom. "And Anne," he said as she reached the door, "make sure your dressed again properly when you're finished." She didn't even turn to look at him as he spoke, only nodded and continued on.

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