Raped by brother(30)

Emmett's eyes swiveled in their pussy sockets and fixed him. He grinned, his teeth showing yellow and snagged. He didn't have to say a word. That look said it all, and Monica was suddenly very afraid.

Emmett opened Whit's door. "Let's go," he said.

Whit got out of the car. Carla nudged Monica. Monica opened the door and stood, feeling chilled in the warm night. She looked apprehensively at her brother. She didn't know what was happening for sure. But she knew that Burke would not voluntarily associate with a cracker slob like Emmett.

"Whit…" she said softly when he was beside her. Her fingers trembled on his arm.

"Take it easy, Sis. Everything's gonna be all right. I can keep this jerk in line."

He didn't say how.

They walked toward the boat. "Hey, what about the car?" Carla asked, her question for anyone who wanted to answer.

"We'll take care of it tomorrow," Emmett said. "Harry and Deke, when they go in to make the call."

Whit stopped abruptly. "Deke? Who the hell's Deke? God damn it, what's going on here?"

Emmett positioned himself close to Whit, Monica noticed, his huge bulk blotting out the moon. She felt the arm she was holding tense suddenly.

"What's the matter with you, Whit?" Carla asked lightly. "He's just my brother. What were you expecting, you big fucker," she laughed, leaning against him, pressing her tit into his other arm.

"You didn't say anything about a brother. I didn't know you had a brother. Damn it, we had it all figured out. What are you trying to pull?"

"I'm not pulling anything, honey," she cooed soothingly. "Deke's with me, that's all. The split's just the same as before, sweetie. Besides, we have to have someone who talks English, don't we?"

"Emmett and Harry talk English," Whit said, still not moving.

"You call that talking?" she laughed. "It takes another wild pig to understand what those swamp boys are grunting."

"Fuckin' bitch," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna see you get your cunt sucked off by a bull gator when this is over."

Carla lifted her brows. "See?" she shrugged. She urged Whit forward. "Come on, it's all right. Everything's under perfect control, honey, I promise."

Whit got into the boat. He pulled Monica in after him. Carla helped Emmett shove it into the water. They whispered something. She jumped up on the bow while Emmett slopped into the water beside the boat. It wallowed fiercely when he heaved his body over the side and took the controls and started it.

He threaded the boat through the maze of islands, some big, some no more than five mangrove trunks with intertwined roots. Monica couldn't have retraced the route for anything.

There was a large stretch of open water, and the motor throbbed as Emmett let the boat go. Then, after maybe fifteen minutes since shoving off, she spotted a solitary gleam of yellowish light on one of the islands. Emmett made for it. Then he slowed the boat and let the prow swing toward a rickety dock jutting into a small cove. The light came from a cabin just up the beach. It was nestled in a grove of leaning palms, like something on a South Pacific postcard.

The door opened as they climbed the low bill, and three people stood in it. "About time," one of the men said, coming out. "Everything all right, Carla?"

"Sure, Deke," she answered.

Monica watched them. Her breath stopped when she saw them hug each other and kiss. It was more than the kind of kiss she would give her own brother. She felt Whit's surprise, too, by the way his hand clamped around her arm.

Deke was slender and blond. In the light, he had the same general featuring that Carla had. He was quite handsome. There didn't seem much doubt that they really were brother and sister.

He smiled at Monica after looking her over briefly, without the slimness Emmett had made her feel by his inspection. "Monica, come on in. Whit," he nodded, acknowledging him, "I hope I'm not too big a surprise."

"You're a surprise," Whit said.

"Well, Carla thought it would be better if I were in on it."

"Just as long as everybody remembers who's running it," Whit said warningly.

Deke turned away and gestured with his arm. "Meet Wendy and Harry, Monica."

"Hey, you," Wendy said around a wad of gum.

She was a small girl. Puffy all over. Stringy hair that had a faintly sandy tint to it. Her eyes were blue and bright. Her lips were full. Her tits were big, soft melons that wobbled constantly inside a faded green tee shirt. Her buns looked ready to burst the ass out of her shorts. The crotch was so tight that her puffy cunt lips showed the split down the middle of her pussy.

Harry was long and lanky, with a big adam's apple and ropey muscles all over his arms. One tooth was missing from the upper set. He wore Levi's that didn't conceal the long rod of his prick. Monica saw the tube of flesh heading down one leg.