Chapter 3

Sitting alone in her kitchen, her eyes despairing and vacant, Gail drained her cup of coffee and liquor and put her face in her hands and sobbed.

The utter animalistic way she had behaved, the sheer joy with which she had taken to depravity, the lust she felt searing through her body, had been undeniable. She had loved every lewd second of it. Had she stopped there, she might have had some feeble excuse. She had been drunk and drugged. There was no doubt in her mind that Lee had taken an inhuman and unholy advantage of her. Nor was there any doubt in her mind that Lee, her brother, was some kind of satanic monster, that he was close to madness, that he would someday do something for which society would kill him. There was no stopping the demonic impulses that drove him to such reckless acts. Nor did he seem to feel any remorse or guilt afterward.

Just the opposite was true. His excesses only led him to wilder fantasies. He seemed to have Gail hypnotized. She could not resist him. And that was the real horror, for she realized, with a growing revulsion and sense of doom, that he was her brother, her own flesh and blood and she was like him! She loved the revolting things he made her do, she gloried in them!

They had fucked the night away until, with trembling fingers weak from so many orgasms, he had untied her and she had collapsed into a deep exhausted sleep.

A jarring pain had pulled her back to consciousness. It was morning and hard sunlight streaming in through the windows made her eyeballs ache and Lee was on top of her again, his erect young cock again pushing into her sperm-flooded cunt. She didn't believe her body could ache so in every bone and her cunt felt raw and sore. "Lee," she moaned, "Please, please, no, not now."

But her feeble pleas were lost as he began to fuck her brutally and she could feel her body greedily responding to it. Above her, Lee held her close and whispered in her ear. "Ever been fucked like that?"

The evil pleasure of hearing him talk to her like that only added to her growing excitement. "No!"

"Rod ever that good?"

She hesitated, her body stiffening as she thought of her husband. Oh God, she loved him!

"Rod got a cock like mine?" Lee persisted, fucking her harder.

She fought against answering. She would do anything he wanted except deny Rod! She fought, her teeth clenched as she felt her hips beginning to pump back and she wished to be tied down again and have him do whatever he wanted. "Answer me!" he demanded harshly, grinding his cock head deep up against her cervix.

She winced with the pain and her lips parted. "N... no!"

"No what?" he grated.

"No, not like you." She said it with a sigh, the lewd admittance and betrayal exciting her all the more. God, she thought, I'm going to cum again! He's going to fuck me to death!

"Has he got a cock like mine?" Lee demanded, crushing her in his arms as he forced his hand down the length of her back and his fingers found the deep crack between her round buttocks and his forefinger pressed against the tight puckered entrance of her anus.

"Ahhhhhh!" a sigh of pure pleasure and depravity came from deep within her as she felt the finger press as his cock sawed in and out of her again, passion-wet cunt.

"Answer me!

"No. No!" And something inside of her grew, an orgasm as she hungrily kissed his open mouth and ran her tongue slipping around his lips. "Nobody has got a cock like yours!" she gasped, wild with desire.

"Not even Rod?"

"No, you're better!"

"Better than Rod?"

"Bigger and better and fuck me, fuck me, Lee!" And he had, the two of them having another orgasm and falling into exhausted sleep to wake when it was dark out.

Sitting at the kitchen table, remembering it all and feeling a mixture of hate and remembered excitement, her vaginal walls wet with desire and her mind full of self loathing, blinded by tears, Gail staggered to her feet and blindly felt for the bottle, pouring and spilling the liquor on the counter top and finally, in a desperate attempt to numb herself from the sickening thoughts and remembered images, she drank from the bottle, tilting her head back, some of the drink spilling and snaking down her cheek and throat as she choked and pulled the bottle away and gasped for breath.

"Oh God!" she choked as she put the bottle down and covered her mouth with her hand and slid along the counter top until she came to the sink where she retched over an over again.

She found her way to the bedroom where she fell on the unmade bed. She lay there thinking how the whole house was a mess, how she seemed to be going to the dogs, and she thought of killing herself, committing suicide, rather than face the fact that she was as depraved as her brother, Lee.

Brother? She shook her head. He was more than a brother, he was her lover. She loved the way he had treated her and knew if he should come back, if he should be alone with her ever again, she would find herself helpless before his insane and vile will, that she would do anything he asked.

There seemed no way out of it. The thought of facing Rod again, of putting her arms around him and kissing him, of getting into bed naked and making love with him after what she had done and said, seemed impossible. She had betrayed Rod at Lee's command and did so many times while he stayed with her.

Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in her hand by the force of her misery, she tried to will herself to think of all they did together, of all Lee had done to her.

She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of him, rising that night and cooking his meal which he silently and greedily ate, then, throwing his napkin down and getting to his feet, she followed him back to the bedroom, clad in nothing but a transparent negligee that he had demanded she wear, feeling sexy and trembling with anticipation at what he would ask her to do. He stood in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the bathroom door and looked over his shoulder, grinning, his lips thin and cruel. "Come here."

She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at her voluptuous body, her nipples pressing through the flimsy material, seeing the soft triangle of pubic hair showing. She wasn't drugged and hadn't anything to drink now. She was cold sober, rational, and yet, she still felt her vaginal lips swelling and the walls of her cunt pulsating with a wild wetness. His hard strong hands were on her shoulders and he was forcing her down, down on her knees and she kneeled in front of him, looking at her obedient body in the mirror.

Lee stood with his legs apart. He didn't have to say anything; she knew, he was her brother. With trembling fingers, she unzipped his fly and fumbled for his hardening cock and took it from his pants, excited all over again by its size as it swelled in her hand and she watched her fingers slowly pull the skin back and saw her mouth slowly open and watched, helpless, loving her humiliation and degradation, as he slowly pumped his hips forward and his cock slid into her mouth and she saw her lips grow thin and tight around the thick full shaft and felt the delicious taste in her mouth.

His hands entwined in her hair and his breathing was becoming excited and his face distorted as they both watched, standing in front of the mirror with Gail kneeling at his feet, her hands guiding his cock into her mouth. "Fingerfuck yourself while I watch!" he hissed.

Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down over her breasts, down over her slim waist and pulled up the hem of her negligee as she shifted on her knees, spreading them wide apart and her fingers felt the pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she teased and caressed her clitoris into a wild swelling that made her pump her buttocks lewdly as she sucked on his cock and watched herself doing this incredible wild thing in the mirror as he sawed in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with an increasing depth and tempo and she saw her hand moving rhythmically over her own cunt and then, with a shivering thrill, plunging one finger into its soft wetness up to the knuckle and fingering it back and forth in time to his thrusts into her mouth.

Then she forced in another finger as she felt her heat and excitement mounting as she urged herself, and Lee, on to still another orgasm.

Then, as unpredictable and inexplicable as ever, Lee shoved her away with a cruel grimace, stepping back and putting his prick back into his pants and zipping them up. Gail, on the floor, naked from the waist down, looked up at him full of fear and frustrated desire.

He sauntered to his sleeping bag again, grinning at her over his shoulder. "Just wanted you in the right mood for some more fun," he said, bending over the bag and unfolding it and looking. He straightened up with a camera in his hand, checking it for focus and film.

Gail had tried to compose herself as she got up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, knowing what he had in his mind and hoping against hope he wouldn't say it.

For an answer, Lee snapped in place a flash cube and aiming the camera, tripped the shutter and the room exploded as if lightning had gone off just as Gail folded her arms over her breasts. "Lee! No!" she called, blinded by the flash.

He let a low cruel chuckle come from his throat. "Come on, now you're getting shy? Get on the bed!" he demanded, pointing.

"Lee, don't make me do that," she pleaded, whining, finding an odd twisted enjoyment in begging him. She felt her desire building again yet she forced herself to fight it. "Please, Lee, I'll do anything, else. I've done everything you've asked."

"And you loved it," he said scornfully. "Look, Babe, get off that high horse you've been on for years. Face it, you're just like me."

She couldn't answer him, just looked at him with an imploring look, her hands and arms trying to hide her abundant charms.

Lee only sneered back at her. "Get on the bed. Lie down. You said you wanted me to treat you like those other chicks. Come on, lie down," he said in a menacing voice.

She felt her will dwindling. She had done everything else she could imagine. Why not this? Why not pose like some common whore? Why not debase herself like she had heard of girls doing? Why not pose for pictures she had heard men got in Tijuana? Her voice was weak and her mouth dry as she asked, "W... what are you g... going to do w... with them?"

Lee wound the film and snorted. "What do you think? I'm going to show them around to my friends. Sell them if they're any good."

"Lee!" she implored, her face wild. "You couldn't! I'm your sister. I'll do anything you say but please don't do this to me. You could ruin me!"

His face like a clenched fist, he leaned forward and asked, "How?"

"P... people seeing me." With a helpless wave of the hand, she stammered, "I... like that! My God, if they got into the wrong hands! Our parents! Rod! My God, do want to ruin me? Us?"

Lee looked thoughtful. At the possibility of endangering himself, he grew responsive. He drummed his nails on the side of the camera. "Okay. Maybe you've got a point. But, in return for my not taking any pictures, you've got to do exactly what I say."

Gail heaved a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together. "Anything, anything you want!"

He swaggered in front of her then put the camera down. "That's better. First, we're going to have a few drinks and then blow some more grass," He chuckled and pinched the nipple on her breast, "All to get you in the right frame of mind. Then, you'll put on a dress with nothing on underneath and we'll go out."

She tensed again. "Out? Where?"

Lee looked down at her with raised eye-brows. "Where? Where else? To a movie, naturally."

"A movie?" she asked, again dumbfounded by his sudden change of pace.

"Yeah," he said, stretching languidly. "Coming into town I saw a couple of skin flicks were playing at a drive-in. We can take your car." He left the room, heading for the kitchen to pour the drinks, calling back over his shoulder. "By the way, you got any bread?"

"Bread?" she asked, wondering why he wanted bread when he had just eaten and just rejected several slices she had made for him. "There's some toast on the table," she called, getting to her feet and wondering what dress would please him. She had one miniskirt she was saving to wear for Rod. Forlornly, she thought, that's all dead now.

A wild peal of laughter came from the kitchen. "Are you ever square. I mean money, loot, folding bills."

"Money? Yes, I have some. Why?"

"Good," he called back above ice rattling. "Then you pay. The movies will be my treat for being such a nice guy."

They drove to the movie in silence, Gail driving with extra caution after having had two drinks and smoked more of Lee's marijuana. Again, her mind was befuddled and, instead of thinking clearly, instead of trying to talk to Lee and make him see and understand what he was doing to her, instead of talking ration and reason, she found herself silent, staring ahead, thinking of what it felt like to be naked under her simple miniskirt and how it gave her an odd smutty feeling. And then, drug induced, her mind reeled back over the obscene things she had done with her younger brother and she found herself ravenously hungry for more.

Lee, relaxed, slumped in his seat, pulled up her miniskirt and smiled down at her bare thighs. They were long and rounded and he liked seeing them spread wide apart. Gail's hand came slowly down to pull the skirt, up around her waist, down. She did it with a firm movement, "So near the toll booth. I have to pay."

Lee looked up to see they were only one car away from the booth on Gail's side. He laughed and playfully flipped the dress back up. "Leave it up. Give the guy in the booth a cheap thrill."

Nervous, looking down, Gail drove up to the booth and put her purse in her lap and nervously pawed for her change purse.

The attendant on duty, a young kid, looked down into the car and caught his breath, wetting his lips. The young girl in the car was wearing a low cut dress and he could see almost to her nipples as she bent over her purse, her breasts full and milky white and jiggling as she hunted and desperately ticked her teeth and tongue. He leaned further out the window and saw her naked thigh and, his eyes bugging, her naked hip and a full lovely curving outline of her buttock.

Finding the money, Gail thrust several bills at the attendant, lying forward to do so, and allowing him to see one ripe bullet-shaped nipple a dark red. He leaned far out the window, repeating the license number silently several times. He and his friends might find that worth looking into later on, when he was off duty.