Chapter 10

"What were you doing?" he demanded, as if he didn't know damn good and well exactly what she'd been doing.

"Uh, well, I, er, I was ohhhh, sort of, uh, you know, uh, I was--"

But Les was already beside the videocassette deck, shutting it off and noting which tape she'd been watching. He turned back to her, his eyes taking in her luscious overgrown tits, her taut belly and her fringed cunt.

The front of his pants was a tent supported by the bulge of his rigid cock. Even in her confused fear, Amy found herself noting his prick and involuntarily recalling what it was like to have that same cock jammed into her. Her pussy began secreting anew. Her nipples blossomed once again. Her firm young, tits rose and fell.

"You're a regular little nympho, aren't you?" he growled.

Amy was too frightened to respond in any way.

"You love cock--and cunt, too, don't you?" he continued, slowly stalking towards her.

Amy swallowed noisily. He was frightening her, but he was turning her on, as well.

"How long have you been fucking around, little sister?" he snarled, putting heavy sarcasm into the last two words. "A year? Two years? As soon as those tits of yours started showing up--or even sooner?"

Amy took a step backwards. Les' face was flushed and his eyes had narrowed to slits.

"Who won't you fuck, little sister? Or should I ask what won't you fuck?" He kept advancing on her. "You've probably fucked every cock and half the cunts back home. You fucked your own big brother and sucked off his girlfriend. What about your other brother? Ever fuck him?"

Amy shook her head. "No," she managed to croak, retreating still more.

"No? How'd you miss him? Certainly not scruples?" Les suddenly reached out with one hand. Amy tried to turn away, but he was too fast. He caught her forearm and forced her to face him, tits heaving and swelling invitingly.

"And Dad? Have you fucked Dad yet?" he demanded. "N-no," she protested. "No, of course not--"

"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" he hissed. He brought his face up and covered her left tit. "You would like to..." he repeated, and slowly tightened his fingers in the soft mound of flesh until she winced against the pain.

Amy shook her head violently from side to side. "Les, you're- -you're hurting me," she said.

He laughed hideously but released her breast.

Now his hand slid down over her belly to her cunt.

"You'll fuck anything. I know what was on that tape--the same perverted stuff Roberta loves to watch... that she'd love to try. Fucking dogs and horses. You're the same way, aren't you? Birds of a feather?"

His hand was between her thighs, his fingers forcing their way up into her constricted, but thoroughly lubricated young cunt. She winced at the first insertion, at the rough stretching, but then the pain was gone. Only the sensation of pleasure remained.

"You're sopping wet," he accused. "Uh-huh--soaked. You're turned on by what you saw, what I'm saying--and what you want from me." He twisted the fingers locked inside her, forcing her legs wider apart. Her knees bent, and Amy dropped before him until he had to remove his digits.

But then she was kneeling before her brother, and the big bulge of his hardened prick was directly before her eyes.

"Go ahead," he told her, his voice quiet and calm and commanding.

She hesitated.

"Getting selective all of a sudden?" he jibed. "Or are you beyond fucking human males?" As he spoke, he rested his hand on top of her head, running his fingers through her hair and drying his hand of her juices.

"N-no," she began, intending to say more as she struggled to contain her excitement. There it was, right before her eyes, just what she'd been craving! He was right about her, so right it hurt, but she was afraid to let him know it.

"Take it out, cunty little sister," he ordered. "Take it out and pay homage to the god you worship! Take it out!" His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging at it until it hurt. There was a clear promise of more pain to come.

Amy raised her trembling fingers to his waist and undid the wide leather belt. He was naked underneath. As soon as she opened his zipper and his trousers fell, the full length of his huge cock sprang free and struck her under the chin forcefully.

"Kiss it," he hissed.

Amy pursed her lips and kissed his cock.

His prick throbbed more powerfully as his little sister, whom he'd thought so virginal and innocent, kissed the head of his cock.

"Lick it," he said. "Kiss it and lick it and suck it and eat it! Eat it! Eat my fucking cock!"

Amy opened her mouth and toiled over the length of his prick, twirling her tongue about the bulbous, purple cocktip, taking the head and as much of the shaft as she could into her mouth.

The heat of his cock contributed to her own lust.

Amy ran her hands up over her brother's powerful thighs, all the time bobbing her head back and forth over his cock. She loved the taste of it, the feel of it, and the heat of it. The sensations seemed to transmit themselves all through the pleasure centers of her body: her tits and nipples, her clitoris and cunt, her thighs and ass. She was out of control, unable to stop herself. She trailed her fingers lightly over his prick as she concentrated her mouth work on the cockhead. She reached around his hips to pull him faster to her face.

But Les was having none of this. His fingers were still in her hair. He jerked her head back from him, then forced her to look up past the towering derrick of his cock and into his face.

"I run the show," he snapped angrily, "and you do what I want! You've been bad--very bad--and if you want to be forgiven, you'll submit to what I want, understand?"

"Y-yes, Les," she stammered.

By her hair, her face was dragged back to his prick. She opened her mouth and let him thrust his cockhead and part of the shaft inside. Then she clamped her lips about it. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked on his prick. The sound of her throat working filled the room.

He ground his hips at her, forcing his cock into her mouth until the thick head was against the back of her throat. She started to gag.

He was using her, she knew. She couldn't stop him--or at least, didn't want to. She was totally beyond her own control in every way.

But she'd let herself into it, willingly, if tacitly, and she was loving every second of it.

"Suck it, you little bitch," he growled, "suck it like you've never sucked a cock before and maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck your hot little cunt! But only if you're a good little cocksucker!"

Good little cocksucker, good little cocksucker... It echoed through her mind, became half of the goal of her existence for the moment. To be a good little cocksucker, what could be finer?

Nothing--except the promised reward of being royally fucked by her big brother's big brotherly cock!

Amy bore down all the harder, trying to increase the suction and the pleasure she was giving the hard, thick cock that rammed into her face. She let her fingernails lightly, tantalizingly, skim across the wrinkled underside of his scrotum and was encouraged by the abrupt additional throb of hot blood coursing through the heavy prick.

Everything else fell away from awareness except the long shaft of cock receding into a distant bush of wiry cock hair. Her senses were filled as was her mouth and as she hoped her pussy would be. Amy felt herself given over to the pleasure of her submission, found a sexual satisfaction in the total surrender of herself to the brutal use--or abuse--to which she was being subjected by her brother.

He heaved his hips forward, driving his cock past the constricted curve at the top of her throat and down into Amy's gullet. Panic struck. Her throat muscles constricted, contracted, rippled in a vain attempt to expel the oversized morsel of cock. But Les held her there, impaled facially upon his prick, twisting his hips from side to side.

"Fingerfuck yourself!" he growled at her. "Do it and I'll let you breathe!"

Amy responded with quick obedience, knowing that if she truly wanted to force him to free her, she had only to close her fingers on his balls or bite down with her teeth on his cock. She was anything but helpless, and had not been from the moment this had begun.

She forced her index finger up into the lust contracted sheath of her adolescent pussy and almost came immediately. She was so tight! Straining, she pushed a second finger in alongside and then began fucking herself with two digits while massaging her clitoris with her thumb and the heel of her hand.

Les reached down with one hand and fondled her swollen, outthrust tits, tweaking and rolling the stiffened spikes of her nipples gently. Slowly, he withdrew his prick, pulling it's massive head out of her straining throat.

Amy groaned with pleasure as he continued dragging her face back and forth over his cock while caressing and squeezing her tits. She fingered her own cunt.