Raped by brother(25)

"Ohhhhhh, stop!" she cried again, wrenching her body.

"Hold her, Whit," Carla ordered.

Her voice was wholly different. It told Monica that something was terribly wrong suddenly.





CHAPTER FIVE




Whit leaned over. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, nearly painfully. "Hold still and let her suck your Goddamn cunt," he said forcefully.

"Whit! What are you doing! Let me go, you're hurting me! Whit, what's come over you! I'm your sister!"

"You're more than that, baby. You're my ticket to lunch. Now, you behave yourself and mind your big brother, and everything's gonna be just fine."

"Ohhhhh…" Monica wailed. She looked at her brother fearfully. She felt her knees spread wide open by Carla's body. She felt the press of full, pointed tits against her inner thighs.

Then slim fingers were spreading her pussy lips open, holding them apart, making her pink, bloated pussy into a bullseye of trembling flesh that Carla was staring directly into.

Whit's words spun in her mind. She didn't know what he was talking about. But the sound of his voice struck dread through her.

"You got hold of her, fucker? I'm going to eat her cunt now."

"Yeah, I've got… wait a minute, baby. Let me get a feel of that sweet little twat first."

Whit grinned right in front of his sister's face. He moved his hand to her lap. His fingertips trailed over her flat, naked belly and over the smooth, silky flesh of her inner thighs.

"Whit!" Monica gasped.

"Like that, Sis?" he grinned heatedly. "Like the feel of somebody playing with your twat? Here, see how you like this."

"Ahhhh, Whit!"

"Ohhh, man, I've been aching to do this all week!"

His fingers settled over her milky pussy mouth. He pressed inward with them. The folds of her lips spread aside, and her vaginal mouth quivered and pulsed with the sensation.

"Ahhhhhh, Whit! Stop! You're touching my pussy! Whit, stop – you're my brother!"

"Mmmmm, nice cunt. Feel that clit! God, is it ever sticking out, baby! She's a hot one! She's gonna drown you when she comes!"

"Just like her brother tried to do just now," Carla moaned, licking her lips. "Come on, get your hand out of there – I'm thirsty!"

Whit felt around a moment longer. The tip of his finger slid into Monica's pussy mouth. She jumped and let out a sharp squeak of pain.

"Yep," Whit said. "There it is. She's still cherry, baby. Watch that thing. Don't pop it with your big flicking tongue. We gotta keep her twat all in one piece."

"That's going to be hard to do, Whit," Carla said.

"Hard or not, we're going to, you hear?" he said forcefully.

"Whit, what are you talking about!" Monica cried, tossing her head back and forth. "Oh, let me go! Take your finger out of my pussy, it hurts! Take me back home! Oh, Whit – I'm scared!"

"There's nothing to be scared of, Sis," he said, kissing the side of her face. "I'll be with you all the time. I won't let anything happen to you. Now, you just sit there and lift your sweet virginal pussy up and let Carla suck it off for you."

"Hey, come on – just enjoy it, Sis. Nobody's going to hurt you. Just remember that – nobody's going to hurt you."

She looked at him, her emotions in turmoil. "Whit, tell me what's happening. Oh, please – what are you doing, Whit?"

"Later, baby," he said. "Right now I'm going to sit right here and watch your sweet pussy shudder and leak all over when you come big and hard."

"Ohhhhh, Whit…" she moaned.

He slipped his fingers from her vaginal mouth. He swirled them over her straining clit and made her hips jerk wantonly. The knowledge that it was her brother's touch that made her blood oil right then swept through her and intensified the sensation beyond belief.

Then his hand was gone from her pussy. It cupped her tit, squeezing gently. She heard him moan something about feeling her tits again, and then her emotions took a fearsome lurch.

"Ahhhhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.

Silky blond hair caressed her inner thighs. Fingertips kept her bloated pussy lips widely parted. And then the softest, warmest, most thrilling sensation she could have imagined covered her whole twat mouth and sucked gently.

Carla's lips compressed against her puffy flesh and drew. Her tongue tip came out and swirled about her silky hole and licked the sudden rush of cunt honey away.

Monica's hips jerked and surged, and she moaned again and again, unable to get enough of the wonderful sensation. Her clit throbbed and stretched from the top of her cleft, seeking the velvety touch of Carla's tongue.

She got it. Carla swirled the tip of her tongue around the root and then the head of Monica's clit. Electric jolts shattered her emotions, and she exploded at once.