Raped by brother(20)

"Where?" she asked skeptically, feeling her tit tingle shamefully.

"I told you – to see your honey."

"Burke?"

"You got more than one? He's gonna be disappointed, Sis. When I left him, he had a big hard dick in his pants just aching to slip into that sweet little pussy of yours."

"Oh, Whit – stop!" she cried, feeling embarrassed and lustful at the same time.

"This time, I'm gonna watch you," he laughed. "Me and Carla, we're gonna just sit there and watch and match while that peter slides in and out of your cunt and fucks you blind."

"Ohhhh, God – God," she moaned, unable to take any more of his raunchy talk and yet wanting to hear more of it. She couldn't stop the way her pussy lips tingled and bloated and began to leak sweet, fragrant honey.

"I can tell Gramps I'm taking you to a movie. It's Friday night. He ought to let you go. Especially since we haven't done it for a long lime."

"You've seen Burke?" she cried quietly. "You really have? Whit, don't tease!"

"I said I just left him, didn't I?"

"Where's he been? Why hasn't he been at school? Why hasn't he been around to see me? God, I thought Gramps and Chester had…"

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

"He hasn't been at school for three days, and I thought…"

"Hell, I don't know! Maybe he's been helping his old man with that fire down by Weaver Station. It's burned clear to Joewood Bay. Haven't you smelled it?"

Now that he'd mentioned it, she did remember the odor of a Glades fire last night. It seemed the sloughs and prairies were on fire most of the time any more, the more the water was drained from the Everglades.

The answer was perfectly reasonable. Burke's father, being a ranger, would certainly be involved with fighting the fire, and it was natural for Burke to help him. She felt a great weight lift from her, and she couldn't suppress a smile of happiness.

"Oh, Whit – really? You'll take me with you to see him? You'll actually do something nice for me for once?"

He grinned at her. "It's gonna cost you, baby," he said lecherously.

She laughed openly. "You bandit!"

"Yeah – lean in here and gimme another squeeze of that tit."

Impulsively, recklessly, she did. Whit looked at her a moment, clearly surprised. Then he licked his lips and ran his hands furtively over both her breasts, his fingers trembling.

"Jesus…" he whispered softly. He cupped his crotch and moved in the seat. "How about that? My Goddamn sister's giving me a hard-on!"

Monica drew back, her lips trembling with a nervous smile, unwilling to admit to herself the electric effect his hand had made in her virginal body.

"That's all you get," she said shakily. "Oh, Whit – that's all!"

"Yeah," he said, looking at her with more intimacy than he ever had before. "Get your hot little ass in the house and get ready before I drag you in here and take off with you, and the hell with Carla and Burke."

He goosed the car away quickly, heading for the big garage, leaving her standing there feeling terribly tingly, terribly illicit and yearning.

If there was any doubt left before she'd talked to Whit, there was none now. She was ready.

Tonight was going to be the night. She was going to let Burke Hammond fuck his big, hard cock right up her virginal cunt until they both came and came!

And she didn't particularly care if Whit knew about it any more. In fact, the thought that he and Carla would be there with them, egging them on and fucking too, was extra exciting.

She felt her pussy lips tremble and fill, and the tingling there became so great she had to cup her crotch and squeeze it tightly. She turned away from the house when she did it, just in case anybody was watching. But right then she didn't much give a damn.

Her heart soaring, she ran toward the house to get dressed, already picking out the mini in her mind that she was going to wear.

She was trembling with excitement when she walked through the front door with Whit and followed him toward his car. She got in beside him. He started up and raced the engine a few times, then looked at her across the seat.

"When I get through the gate, I'm going to turn right and stop beside the mahogany. You open the door fast and get set to shut it even faster."

"What? What's going to happen?"

"Just do what I tell you," he said curtly, backing out. He swung around and went around the drive. He stopped in front of the gate and waited for it to whirr outward.

"Get ready," he said. He checked the back minor and ginned slightly, then gunned the car through, swinging hard right, stopping abruptly beside the big tree. "Now!" he ordered.