Raped by brother - erotic stories, sex tales



Greed is a plague of mankind. Whether it is an inherent or acquired condition makes no difference at all. What man or woman can say that he or she has never once been greedy? It makes many accountants into executives, and a lot of soldiers into dictators. It has its place in all walks of life and all strata of society -- from politicians to playboys, from pimps to pushers.

Is it greed that drives oil companies to exploit the consumer, or is it the necessity to spend the additional money on exploration? Is it greed that makes a corporate executive blackmail his superior in order to get a promotion, or is it ambition?

Whit Sanderhoff defines his greed as merely getting what is due him. And he is willing to do almost anything to get it -- including forcing his own teenage sister, Monica, to endure torment and degradation at the hands of unscrupulous men and women.

RAPED BY BROTHER is a story about one young man's greed, but in reality, it is a story about mankind as a whole.



CHAPTER ONE

Monica Sanderhoff walked barefoot over the springy runners of St. Augustine grass toward the edge of the big yard. She paused in front of the bougainvillea arbor that nearly concealed the presence of the high school wall behind it.

She wore her white bikini. The little triangles of clinging material snugged against the weight of her full tits, holding the ripe balls of flesh high and wide and letting the rubbery bumps of her nipples show plainly.

The panties were molded around her firm, rounded asscheeks and smooth flanks. They were damp from her dip in the Gulf just a few moments ago, and the material dipped into her deep asscrack. It pulled snugly at the lips of her puffy, virginal pussy, and the sensations against her cunt as she walked made the dampness at her crotch increase shamefully.

A sexual throb went through her flat tummy at the thought of what she was about to do, just the way it always happened, and she felt another charge of warm, slippery cunt honey seep from her pussy mouth into the crotchband.

She shivered slightly and stopped in front of the arbor, hugging her breasts in a furtive way. She turned around and shaded her eyes from the afternoon sun, which was over the Gulf now. She held small pruning scissors in her hand, and it should be clear to anyone watching that she'd come to clip some of the bougainvillea blooms.

The stucco wall at the edge of the yard went in a straight line toward the Gulf. It became a nearly solid barrier of thick timbers bolted to treated pilings driven solidly into the beach.

The massive jetty reached nearly two hundred yards into the shallow water. It provided a perch for pelicans and seagulls, a haven for small fish, a barrier to beach erosion, and an effective deterrent to anyone who tried to enter within the limits of her grandfather's estate.

The other side of the large yard was also wailed. The front was walled against the quiet street. There was a gate of iron grillwork across the driveway, but the little guardhouse to the side was unoccupied, now that the lock and the motors that opened the gate were operated by remote control.

The grounds were immaculate and planted with lush islands of palms and tropical exotics. One island made a visual barrier between the street and the entire interior of the Sanderhoff estate.

The straight lines of the stucco walls were cleverly camouflaged by the sinuous borders of the thick tropical growth. The atmosphere of insulation from the outside world was complete -- except for the open stretch of beach on the Gulf, where passing boaters could gape and gawk into the private domain of long-retired oil magnate, Galt Sanderhoff.

Monica stood erectly in the slanting rays of the sun. Her smooth skin was tanned to a golden toast. Her auburn hair was sun-bleached and showed hints of coppery highlights.

Her lips were full and sensual, her cheekbones high, her eyes large and of a startling indigo. When she posed in front of the mirror at a certain angle, she looked just like the pictures of her mother, even though Monica was only fifteen and the pictures had been taken eleven years ago, the month before her mother was murdered.

Monica let her eyes scan over the big yard and the big house. She searched the veranda, the perimeter of the building and the triple garage to the side. She searched each window, but she saw no one watching her, keeping guard over her.

Just in case, however, she began clipping blooms from the showy vine and laying them in the grass. When she had entered into the screen of growth far enough to feel hidden, she dropped the pruning scissors into the sandy soil and squirmed fully behind the cover of the dense foliage.

She looked straight up along the massive solidity of the eight-foot wall and felt her heart begin pounding again. A rush of tingling heat swept through her and made the tips of her tits tingle and throb inside her halter.

She felt her pussy lips swell and pulse and grow fatter inside her panties. She could feel the whole length of her silky, virginal pussy tunnel squirm and writhe wetly. She pressed the soft length of her full body against the coolness of the stucco and let out a small moan.

The breathtaking tingles were getting worse and worse. It was as if some dread force had crept into her being and was taking control of her.

It made her do irrational, unheard-of things, such as she was about to do now. It made her feel emotions she knew in some way that her grandfather was quietly in fear of. And she knew the strange, scary, wondrous sensations rippling through her young body were responsible for the way he'd practically tripled the guard over her in the past year.

She wasn't exactly sure why she wasn't allowed away from the estate except to go to school. She had the feeling the restrictions had something to do with the way her mother had been murdered so long ago, but she didn't even know the full story of that, yet.

Whit knew, but he wouldn't tell her. Her brother was a brat. A trouble-making, nineteen-year-old brat. He got to go out alone. He even had his own car to drive around.

One of them took her everywhere. She wasn't allowed to go from the estate with Christine, even -- Chester's wife, who did the cooking and cleaning and who had become her surrogate mother over the years.

Always one of the men. Sometimes Whit, but only in the daytime with him, and only after very close questioning by their grandfather, which always made Whit rant around like a brat and back-talk the old man in a way she wouldn't dare do.

The hassle they had to go through to get permission to go to a movie or somewhere just wasn't worth it any more, and she hadn't been out with Whit for a long time.

She'd thought of rebelling and carrying on the way Whit did. But that wasn't her. And she felt it wouldn't do any good anyway -- because she was a girl. She knew in her heart that was part of the reason Whit had some freedom and she had none, that it wasn't all just because of the difference in their ages.

She was a girl, all right. The throbbing in her firm breasts and the tingling of her leaking pussy told her that.

The way Burke Hammond looked at her in school told her that, too.

Monica closed her eyes and drew forth an image of him. He had sandy hair, a good build, a tanned, outdoorsy way about him that was clean and good. When he smiled at her and talked to hem she felt as if she would melt all over, and she'd have to change her panties when she got home because of the slippery wetness that leaked from her thrilled pussy.

She moaned softly again and cupped her twat tightly with her hand, feeling it throb and tinge unbearably. Then she heard a soft whistle come over the stucco wall, and her heard pounded like a jackhammer.

She whistled back, softly and furtively, and she nearly leaped onto the arbor, curling her toes around the cypress, strips, climbing it swiftly. Her round buttocks flattened and slid against the wall as she went up and turned and bellied cautiously over the top of the wall, and her full tits nearly spilled from the halter.

She looked down and saw him standing there behind a thick clump of big-leaved seagrapes. He smiled in his handsome way and lifted his arms, urging her over the wall.

Monica scanned the vacant lot first. Louis sometimes cleaned up the vegetative litter, and it would never do to have him see her escaping the estate this way.

There was a waving stand of sea oats at the high tide mark, solitary palms curving gracefully against the Gulf and sky. There were dense clumps of seagrapes, palmettos, sturdy hibiscus shrubs, and feathery Australian pines. There were No Trespassing signs on the fences facing the street to discourage bathers, but they were not totally effective. Her grandfather owned this lot and the one on the other side of the mansion. He'd bought them long ago to keep anyone from building next to him.

Satisfied that the lot was empty, she glanced toward the street. From her high vantage point, she could see Burke's four-wheel pickup nosed into the bushes down the street.

She looked down at him again and smiled back happily. She didn't know why she felt so excited and tingly. Was it Burke Hammond who made her heart flutter and her pussy twitch damply, or was it the forbidden act of sneaking out -- to see a boy?

She didn't care any more. She gave a final push and swung a trim leg up and over, feeling her pussy spread wide. With her front to the wall, she began lowering herself. She felt his hands on her thighs, strong and firm, as he helped her down.

Her breasts scraped along the wall, and the nipples burned inside the thin cups. His hands shifted to her asscheeks, and she gasped with the sensation as her weight bore against his open, cupping palms.

A thumb went between her thighs as she wriggled down the wall. It slipped into her deep, soft asscrack and then lodged right under her crotch.

"Ohhhhh, Burke..." she gasped.

"I've got you, Monica -- come on, let go, I've got you," he puffed, planting his feet firmly, resting the side of his face against her firm buttock.

Monica glanced down her front. She saw his thumb sticking out from between her thighs like a short prick. She felt the way it pushed the material of her bikini right into the sweet, slippery gap between her pussy lips.

The sensation was unbelievable. She felt her whole belly surge with warmth and squirming. She felt as if she could just squeeze her thighs together tightly around his thumb and wriggle her ass in his hands until something wonderful happened.

She slid down the wall. Her halter caught on a small protrusion of stucco, and she felt it lifting away from the bottoms of her tits.

When the sand gave way under Burke's foot, she came down quickly. His hands slid up over her hips, pulling her bottoms terribly tight around her asscheeks and pussy lips. The halter lifted off her tits and made them spill free, and then his hands were cupping them tightly as they staggered together to keep from falling over.

"It's okay, I've got you now!" he cried softly.

"Gee, I must have slipped or something, Monica, I'm sorry."

She felt his hands against her tits. She felt her naked back against his naked chest. She felt her buttocks snuggled against the front of his body.

"Ohhhhhh, Burke..." she moaned quietly, tipping her head back to look at him.

He was grinning innocently. Her moan made the grin go away. His lips quivered. She felt the beat of his heart suddenly as he looked down over her shoulder and saw where his hands were, how they were filled with her firm, naked tits.

His fingers flexed, squeezing the flesh reflexively. "Monica..." he gasped. "Oh, Monica."

They both looked down. One nipple spiked redly between his fingers and throbbed. She felt a quick thickening through the bulk of his cutoffs and her bikini bottoms, and it swelled into the deep crack of her taut ass.

"Monica..." he gasped again.

"Burke -- you're holding... you've got your hands over my tits!" Monica gasped.

"I sure do," he said stupidly.

"Ohhhhhhh, don't... let me go, Burke! Ohhhh..."

He gasped heatedly against the back of her neck and the side of her face, and she could feel him tremble as much as she was, his fingers still squeezing and kneading her heated flesh gently.

"Ohhhhhh, Monica -- they feel so good! So firm and full! God, how I've wanted to hold you against me like this, you don't know!"

"Burke, stop -- you mustn't! I -- ohhhhh, stop squeezing them, Burke, you don't know what you're doing to me!"

"What, Monica? What am I doing to you? Tell me!" he gasped. "Oh, God -- if you only knew what the feel of your sweet body is doing to me!"

"I can feel it, Burke!" Monica gasped, moaning when she couldn't help the way her tight, full butt cheeks clenched spasmically around the thickening hump of his cock as he pushed against her back.

"Oh, Monica -- honey... I've never felt this way about any girl before, I swear I haven't!" he moaned, holding her tighter and tighter. "The way you look, the sound of your voice -- everything about you drives me wild!"

Monica gasped again. She felt dizzy from the force of all the new sensations jolting through her young body. Yet, oddly, she felt a quick streak of jealousy at the thought he might have fondled another girl's tits -- or more.

"Are you sure you're not just saying that, Burke?" she gasped.

"Monica, I swear it! Why else would I put up with the silly rules your grandfather has? What other guy would sneak over here and go through all this just to talk to you and be with you for a few minutes? You keep wondering what terrible things would happen to you if we got caught like this. But what about me? What do you think would happen to me? I must be nuts to take this kind of risk, Monica -- and I am! I'm nuts about you, honey!"

He kissed the side of her face. He pressed himself tightly against her back and her full, round buttocks, not caring any more if she did feel the swell of his prick in her deep, wonderful asscrack.

Monica was nearly breathless. She let out a long moan of happiness and heat and turned in his arms. She pressed her front against him tightly, letting her tits flatten boldly against his naked, hard chest, letting the hump of his swollen, throbbing cock press against her hot, running cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, Burke!" she cried. "I feel so scary! Hold me, darling -- hold me tightly!"

He did. His hands moved all over her back. They slid over her hips and cupped the full, firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her quivering pussy tightly against his middle until their pelvises ground and slid together erotically.

They swayed together, gasping and clinging. Monica felt the big waxy seagrape leaves under her bare feet. She didn't know how it happened, but they were suddenly lying on the thick carpet of them, still embraced.

Burke lifted her face from the hollow of his shoulder and looked into her indigo eyes. "Monica, I love you," he whispered.

"I -- I love you too, Burke."

"I wish... God, I just wish you could get out, away from this place. I wish I were good enough for you."

Monica drew back slightly and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"You know," he said. "Good enough for your grandfather."

"No, I don't know, Burke," she said. "What do you mean?"

"I'm just a guy, Monica. My father's just a forest ranger off in the Everglades. My parents are divorced, and my mother just runs a dress shop over in Miami. That makes me a nobody, Monica -- nobody your grandfather would want to have you associate with. Come on, you know it's that way."

She drew back further, blinking. "Burke, that isn't true!" she cried. "Grampa isn't that way!"

"Sure he is," Burke said darkly. He looked at her. His expression changed. "Honey, you mean you really don't know? My God, it's all over school! I've heard even Whit admits it. You're untouchable. No guy has a chance in hell of getting near you because of him -- not unless his old man's another millionaire with a family pedigree ten feet long."

Monica stared at him. She didn't believe it. And then, suddenly, she did. It all made sense to her now -- the restrictions, the chaperone whenever she wanted to go anywhere off the estate. She came against Burke with a sudden burst of emotion.

"You're near me, darling!" she cried, pressing her tits boldly against his chest again, lifting her mouth to his, kissing a boy for the first real time in her life.

"Ohhhhh, Monica!" Burke gasped.

His lips parted. She felt the tip of his tongue slide into her mouth. The touch of it was thrilling.

She felt his hands roam over her back and her butt again, and she yielded to him completely, feeling a spark of rebellion inside her as she did.

She gasped and puffed. She didn't resist when his hands slid between their bodies and cupped her tits fully again. Burke drew back and looked down at her, and she felt a surge of modesty rush through her.

"Ohhhhh, don't..." she gasped, flinging her arm over her tits, quickly working at the misplaced halter to cover them up.

"No, don't -- don't cover them, Monica!" he cried quickly. "Let me look at you -- all of you! Oh, God, you're beautiful!"

He held her ann. He lifted it gently away from her tits. She was on her back. She gasped again and again, watching the expression on his face. The way his eyes moved over her face and lips and breasts and the swell of her bikinied hips was like a warm caress, and she couldn't keep from squirming under his gaze.

"Nobody's ever looked at me like that before, Burke," she whispered, lifting her arms over her head, stretching the lithe, slim length of her half-naked body.

"I feel so damn lucky," he said nearly reverently. He reached forward slowly. His fingertips traced the outline of her firm tit, and she moaned under his touch, feeling her nipple sprout from the end in a red, rubbery nub.

"I -- I've never even been kissed before, Burke -- not like that!" she gasped. "Oh, I can't believe I'm lying here like this with you looking at my naked tits and feeling them with your fingers and... ohhhhh, Burke!" she shivered, letting out a harsh gasp of shock and delight and surprise.

His head dipped. His mouth opened. His lips became a soft, wet oval around the end of her tit. She felt her throbbing, thrusting nipple be sucked into the warm slipperiness of his mouth.

His tongue flipped and licked at her standing tit, and she panted harshly with sensation. Her spine arched high, making her tit thrust deeper into his mouth.

His hand cupped around the mound and made a cone of it. It felt as if he were eating her alive. Her hands flew to the back of his head to push him away, and then her fingers curled in his hair and pulled his mouth closer.

"Ohhhhh, my God! My God!" she cried, her eyes closing against the sun and the deep green hideaway enfolding them. The sweet, clear tone of a mockingbird came to her through the buzz of sensation in her mind.

She felt his lips pull and tug at her tit end. She felt as if her breast would explode inside his mouth, the way it was swelling and throbbing.

She felt his hand slide down her side, along the pinch of her slim waist, to the side of her full hip. His fingers curled in the material of her bikini bottom, and she felt him tug at the garment.

"No! Ohhhhh, no!" she gasped.

"I want to see all of you, darling! Every sweet, beautiful inch! Everything! I want to kiss you all over and touch you and love you, Monica!"

Her hands flew to her bikini bottoms, and she held them up. Letting him see her tits and fondle them and suck on them was one thing. Letting him see her pussy was something a decent girl just wouldn't do.

"Burke, don't spoil it!" she cried.

"I'm not going to spoil it, honey -- I'm going to make it even better, even more beautiful!"

She lifted up on her elbows, gasping, fear widening her eyes. She couldn't keep from staring at the front of his cutoffs. She saw the outline of his stiff, throbbing cock inside them. There was no question about the state he was in.

Even though she'd never seen a cock before, not even Whit's, she knew about fucking. She'd watched a pair of dogs do it one day at school while she was waiting for Chester to come pick her up.

The dog's cock had gotten hard and red and pointed, and he'd pumped it up the bitch's pussy with a lot of growling and jerking and biting, making the bitch howl and snarl with pain.

The sight had left her with a sense of fright and dread and a certainty that fucking wouldn't be much fun at all. The one time she'd tried to slip her finger up her pussy and had felt the sharp stab of pain had convinced her of it.

So, she stared at the hard line of Burke's prick in his cutoffs and saw from the terrible size of it that anything that big trying to fuck up her tight, virginal pussy would make her bellow with pain.

"No, Burke!" she cried again. "Don't take my panties off!"

"I just want to see your pussy, honey," he whispered. "I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life -- you all stretched out on the seagrape leaves, naked and beautiful!"

"No, no -- you're going to try to fuck me! Burke, don't fuck me. Don't hurt me!"

"No -- oh, honey, I wouldn't hurt you for anything!" he gasped, his hand sliding all over her flat tummy. "I just want to see and feel and..."

"Ahhhh, God, Burke!" Monica cried sharply.

Her elbows flew from beneath her. She went flat onto her back. Her tits jiggled and thrust skyward. Her spine arched wildly. Her pussy lifted high into the air, and her thighs trembled open widely when his hand slid under the white, clinging material and his fingers wrapped softly around her wet, puffy cunt.

"Beautiful!" he cried. "God, I just know it's a beautiful pussy!"

Sensation shot through her young body, wild surges of it that made her feel electrocuted. His fingers tangled in the rich coppery-colored tangle of her wet pubes. They massaged the bloated meat of her cunt lips and squeezed slippery, virginal pussy juice from them that smeared over her whole crotch.

She felt the length of one finger slide along her silken gap and ripple over the clitoral bump at the top of her cleft, and she cried out again, feeling her whole body shudder and pulse.

Her asscheeks clamped tightly together, and she could feel the friction of the bikini material rub against her throbbing asshole and add to the sensations she was experiencing.

"Burke!" she gasped. "You're touching my pussy! Ohhhh, don't play with my pussy! Don't fuck me!"

"I won't! I promise I won't, honey! I just want to look and feel... ohhhhh, let me see your pussy too!"

She grabbed his forearm, wanting to pull his thrilling hand from her panties. Her hips pumped up and down. His finger slid along her silken gap, and she could feel the tip of it press all around the wet, trembling mouth of her red cunt.

She couldn't pull his hand out. She didn't have the will to. She didn't want the wonderful sensations to stop. She lay there and twisted and moaned under his fingering and felt a great wave of something building inside her young body.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried shakily.

"Let me look!"

"Yes! Ohhhh, yes, darling -- look! But don't fuck me! Ohhhh, don't fuck me and make me hurt!"

He worked feverishly at her bikini bottoms. She lifted her ass and squirmed and helped him shamelessly, and then she felt the cool air fan over her super-heated twat and fan through her damp curls.

"Ahhhh, God! Monica! What a beautiful cunt!" he cried. "I want -- honey, I'm going to kiss it!"

She let out a squeal of protest. The sound became wild and quivery. Before she could do anything, he'd dipped his head and opened his mouth and covered her bloated pussy meat with his soft, parted lips.

The top of her head nearly came off. She felt the thrust of his tongue against her wet meat. She remembered the sensation of his tongue tip wriggling inside her mouth and tickling over her lips, and she knew he was doing that to her pussy right now.

He lapped and licked at the silky flesh of her twat. Her juices poured from the virginal hole. Her clit thrust and throbbed from the top of her cleft.

She felt the hot puffs of his breath against her sweltering mound and the way his thumbs pried the bloated pussy lips wide apart. She knew he was staring directly into the pink, quivering maw of her pussy hole, and the knowledge that she was so shamelessly letting him do it made her shake all over.

"Burke! Burke!" she gasped. "I feel -- so funny, Burke!"

"Ohhhhh, my sweet, innocent Monica! You haven't been fucked before, I can see your cherry! You haven't even been kissed right before! God, don't you know what's happening to you, darling?"

"No! Ohhhhh, it feels -- so funny!"

"You're going to come! Do it, Monica! Come hard!"

"What's -- ah!" she cried sharply. "Ahhhhhh, Burke!"

He dipped down again and covered her whole throbbing twat with his sucking, pinching lips. He battered the tip of her clit with his velvety tongue and held her hips high.

Monica's emotions seemed to soar into space. Her body tossed and churned. She felt her pussy mouth shudder incredibly, sending vibrations all along the slippery, satiny sheath of her vagina and into her belly. Clear through her belly and into the tips of her tits and even the tips of her fingers.

"Yaaaaah!" she cried throatily, lifting her pussy high, letting the wild shudders take her and toss her helplessly.

Her cunt tunnel squeezed and pulsed. Juice poured through the ragged little hole of her cherry and flooded over the flapping meat of her spasming cunt lips. She felt him licking the honey away as fast as it flowed.

At first, she thought that was a terribly disgusting thing for him to be doing. But then it seemed right. It seemed that the more juice she let pour forth the happier he would be with her, and she let it all go, holding nothing back.

She couldn't keep from lifting her hands to her throbbing tits and squeezing the swollen balls of firm flesh. She'd never felt them so hard and full before, so big.

Her first orgasm whipped through her with fury, tossing her helplessly. It lasted for an eternity, and yet it didn't last long enough somehow.

"Ahhhhh, my God -- my God! What happened, Burke! Ohhhhh, I'm scared! What happened!"

He lifted his head. His lips and nose were shiny with her pussy juice. His eyes were shiny with love and lust and happiness.

"You came, darling?" he said tenderly. "Ohhh, you came hard!"

"You didn't fuck me?"

"No, of course not, honey. I told you I wouldn't. Not until you want me to. Not until you're ready!"

She looked at him for a long moment and trembled again, feeling the turgid pulsings of her pussy lips after the hard orgasm. She felt suddenly at ease with him, trusting and not at all embarrassed by what had happened.

She saw him stand on his knees between her spread legs and reach for his zipper. His fly was swollen with the fullness of the hard prick behind it.

Her heart hammered as she watched him work the zipper out and down over the lump of his cock, and her eyes widened. The full, throbbing length of him came springing free, and she sucked in her breath with a harsh gasp.

"Burke! Don't fuck me!" she cried again.

She stared at his big prick. It wasn't shiny and pointed like that dog's prick. The head was rounded and velvety looking, like a pinkish mushroom.

There was a big eye that held a drop of clear oil in it. The shaft jerked and pulsed upward from his pants, and there were ridges and veins in it.

"Ohhhhh, Monica," he moaned, wrapping his hand around the heavy stalk. "I've got to come too, honey!" he gasped.

He lowered himself toward her. She sucked in her breath again and again. "Don't fuck me, Burke!" she cried.

"Just... rub..." he gasped.

He lay on top of her, pressing her back into the carpet of leaves. His naked chest rested against her tits, flattening them, making sensation sweep through her body again.

Their bellies blended together, and she felt his hips against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved his hips, and she felt the hot, trembling shaft of his cock fit into the groove of her slippery pussy and press tightly there.

"Ahhhhh, God!" he cried huskily, kissing her mouth fully.

Monica's emotions spun again. She smelled the heady scent of her pussy on his face, tasted her flavor on his lips. She felt the weight of his body against hers, and it was a good, comforting kind of sensation.

But most of all, she felt her quivering pussy lips fold wetly around the throbbing shaft of his cock and hold it tightly as he began to move against her and slide his prick up and down her slippery, silky twat groove.

"Oh, Burke! Oh, you're fucking me! Ohhhhh, it's wonderful!" she gasped, hugging him tightly.

He moaned, kissing her again and again. "Not fucking, honey -- not really fucking," he gasped.

She didn't care what it was. She loved it. His prick sizzled back and forth over the nub of her burning clit and made her feel absolutely wild.

"Burke, I'm going to come again! I can feel that big tickling start deep inside my pussy. Ohhhhh, darling -- hold me!"

They clung together. She heard him pant and gasp. She lifted her hips high and wriggled under his rubbing prick. She felt the wide, soft head of it slip to her pussy mouth and go partway inside her virginal cunt.

Her tissues stretched. There was a sharp pain. "Ah!" she cried.

Burke moaned and backed away, good to his word, even though it took all the will power he had to keep from plunging his flaming prick into the slippery, silky maw of her sweet cunt and fuck her deep.

"Honey! Baby, I'm going to come!" he gasped suddenly. "Ohhhhh, I can't believe how slippery and warm and sweet your pussy lips are around my cock! God, I'm -- ahhhhhhgh!"

He growled in her ear. She felt him tremble and shudder mightily atop her. His hips bore down against hers, and his pock bucked and pulsed wildly against her throbbing clit.

Just as she lifted up and squealed in his ear and came again, her pussy tunnel sucking and squirming and begging for something more than it was getting, she felt the hot, warm spurt of his sperm.

It shot in wads from the tip of his prick. It flowed over her belly and abdomen. It made their bellies slip and slide erotically together, and she wondered what it would have felt like inside her pussy if all that sperm had gone there.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned after a long moment. "Oh, honey -- I can't believe how damn lucky I am to be in love with you! Monica, you've got to tell him. You've got to make him understand that you're grown up, now, that you need to be free and in charge of yourself!"

"Tell who, Burke? Sweet Burke," she said, running her hands over his naked back and through his hair, feeling the tickle of his warm sperm running down the sides of her waist from the puddle on her belly.

"Your grandfather, Monica. You've got to make him understand that we love each other and that I can be good for you, even though I'm just a nobody."

"Oh, Burke -- you're not a nobody. Not to me! Yes, I'll tell him. I'll do what Whit did, and I'll make him let me out of that luxurious prison."

They hugged tightly and kissed. Monica's heart soared. She'd never felt so happy or at peace in her whole life. Burke was good. He could have raped her just then, and he hadn't. He loved her and didn't want to hurt her, and she knew that now. She knew she could trust him. She knew she would have to make her grandfather see that she'd be all right with Burke.

CHAPTER TWO

Monica paced about in her big bedroom, still thinking. She hadn't had a chance to talk to her grandfather yet. There'd been two men come to the house about business, and he'd been with them in the den downstairs.

She shut off the bedroom light and looked through her window onto the Gulf. The moon was straight overhead, half-full, and it made the waves cresting on the beach glimmer whitely.

She took deep breaths of the fresh air and felt her body tingle all over again. It seemed she couldn't make it stop tingling, ever since Burke had boosted her back up the wall and waved to her and made his way through the growth to his pickup.

She'd eaten dinner with Christine tonight, because her grandfather had been talking business over the big table with his guests. Several times, Christine had looked at her oddly, and she was afraid there was a physical mark on her now that would tell the whole world that she had had her pussy rubbed by a cock until she'd come, but Christine didn't question her.

Whit hadn't come home yet, either. He was supposed to be back at sundown. Maybe he'd known their grandfather would be busy and might not notice that he wasn't home on time, and he'd taken advantage of it. It would be just like Whit to do that.

In a moment of satiny sensation, Monica let out a small cry and stripped naked in the dimness of her bedroom. She stood in front of the window and let the breeze play over her skin until there were little bumps all over it.

She hugged her sensitive tits with her arms and shivered. She ran her hands softly down her belly. She felt the dried flakes of Burke's cum on her skin, and she nearly swooned when she remembered the sight and the feel of his spurting prick against her pussy.

She curled her fingers around her naked twat and clamped her thighs tightly, squeezing and fondling her soft lips. She felt them swell as the sensations began again.

She twisted and fell gently onto her back on the bed and let her fingertips roam up and down the slippery gap between her lips, moaning and remembering.

Experimentally, she pressed the tip of her finger into the soft, slippery folds of her pussy mouth and let it slip just inside. She felt the thin barrier of her cherry, and a quick stab went through her, reminding her of the pain there must be in fucking.

She wished fucking didn't hurt. It would have to be wonderful. It would have to be the most wonderful thing in the world, to feel a big cock go inside her body and jerk and spurt wads of sperm there.

She heard a sound out in the hallway. She lifted her head and listened, her hand clamped protectively around her pussy. It had sounded a little like a giggle. A feminine giggle.

She listened harder. That would be impossible. The only other woman in the house was Christine, and she wouldn't be in the upstairs at this time of night.

She rolled silently from the bed and slipped back into her clothing, a pair of dark stretch pants and a jersey pullover. She went to her door in the darkness and put her ear to it, still listening.

There was a clump. It sounded as if it had come from Whit's bedroom, down the hall. Then the talking and laughing of the men downstairs blotted out any other sound there might have been as they got ready to leave.

"Chester, see that these gentlemen get through the gate," she heard her grandfather say, his deep, strong voice coming up the stairwell to her.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Sanderhoff."

"Good night, Galt, and thank you for the excellent dinner. That woman's a marvel in the kitchen, I swear she is."

Galt laughed richly. "You can't have her, Mel. Christine's been cooking for me for thirty years, and I'm not giving her up now."

"I'll get that memo off first thing in the morning, Mr. Sanderhoff," the other one said. "I think it's going to work out well for you."

"Fine, Pres, fine. Good night. Oh, Chester, I want to talk to you for a moment after you've let them out."

"Yes, sir."

Monica heard the door open and close. She did not hear her grandfather walk from the foyer, and she could picture him standing there, his body lean and fit and deeply tanned, his hair silver, his face lined with character instead of age.

The door opened again, and it was Chester. "Sir?" he asked. His voice was firm. Muscles bulged from a sturdy body under the white butlering jacket he wore when he didn't have his black chauffering jacket on.

"Is Whitfield home yet, Chester?"

"Yes, sir."

"When did he get home?"

"I didn't notice, Mr. Sanderhoff."

"Damn it, Chester," he said mildly, "stop covering for him. I'm a little worried about that twat he's taken up with -- what's her name?"

"Carla, sir. She's -- well, you know. He's at the age where he needs a girl's company now and then."

Galt sighed heavily. "I suppose so, Chester. Still, I wish Whit weren't so damn impulsive. More like his sister -- steady. It's unbelievable that Ardelle could have born such entirely different children, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"God, I miss my daughter at times like this. Raising her was tough enough. But I'm too damn old and cranky to be farting around raising her kids too. That Whit -- takes after that son of a bitch she stupidly married."

"Yes, sir."

"I don't want it to happen again, Chester. One scoundrel in the family was enough. Have you finished checking her out yet?"

"Very nearly, Mr. Sanderhoff. Would you like me to get my notes on her?"

"In the morning, Chester. I'm a little tired after all that business talk. Nothing to be particularly wary of?"

"Not that my contacts have been able to determine yet, sir. But they're still checking."

"Well, let him dip his randy dick in her, then. I guess you're right -- he does need a piece at his age. Oh, before you go, what about Monica and that fellow?"

"Burke Hammond, sir. His father was a stock broker. Good position with a good firm."

"Was?"

"He quit, sir. Apparently, he just wanted a change in his life style. He became a forest ranger after divorcing his wife. She runs a fashion store in Miami and does adequately with it. The boy appears pleasant and well-liked."

"Just quit? Bullshit."

"We can't find anything, Mr. Sanderhoff. No woman, no other man for his wife. He has a modest savings. They urged him to stay on, and we can find nothing out of the ordinary."

"Keep looking, Chester. A guy doesn't quit a job like that and go off in the woods for no reason."

"Apparently, he did, sir."

"I didn't get where I am by accepting appearances, Chester," Galt said levelly. "Look closer into Hammond's wife. You've missed something there, old friend, I'll guarantee it. A man runs to the woods to escape, not to start over."

"Yes, sir."

"What about Monica and the boy?"

"They seem -- friendly -- Mr. Sanderhoff. I think it won't be long, now."

Another heavy sigh came up the stairwell. "God... it can't happen again, Chester. It just can't."

"I hope not, sir. She's a lovely girl. Every bit as lovely as her mother was. I'm doing my best to keep track..."

"Well, do it faster, Chester," Galt said with a gravelly tone, not really reprimanding him. "Something's going to happen again. I can feel it. I can smell it the way an old bull smells wolf piss. There's a stench in the air that's getting stronger and stronger. Don't believe me, huh? You've got your contacts and network, Chester, and they do a good job, but I've got a nose that beats your contacts all to hell and back."

"I questioned that only once, Mr. Sanderhoff, a long, long time ago. I've never questioned it since. I'll check everything over again."

"What about their father? Is the bastard still in Colombia where he ought to be?"

There was a pause that made Monica hold her breath and strain to hear harder. Then Chester spoke hesitantly.

"We -- uh -- he seems to have left Bogota, Mr. Sanderhoff. The last check was returned by the bank. We think he's gone to Baranquilla."

"What! The port city? God damn it! Get on it, Chester -- fast! The son of a bitch is coming back. Twelve years of taking my money to stay the hell away, and he's coming back to do it again. Herb Lobocky," he grated, as if swearing vilely. "I should have killed him then, Chester."

"There was never any proof, Mr. Sanderhoff," Chester said defensively.

"He gave my daughter two children, Chester. And then he took up with that slut, and I ran him off when they bungled that attempt to blackmail Ardelle. They were the ones who had her kidnapped, Chester. Proof! Hell, I don't need your Goddamn proof. My nose tells me it was him! Half a million I paid for her. And I got her back dead."

"Please, sir, it's best if you don't get worked up again," Chester said gently. "We're checking thoroughly. Indications are that Lobocky is dead. There was a drug thing last month. The Colombian soldiers shot up quite a few of them. We think Lobocky was one of them."

"What's it take to find out? More money? What do you need?"

"Just time, sir."

"Time can be bought, Chester. First thing in the morning."

"Yes, sir."

"It's going to happen, Chester. Soon. God damn it, the air stinks of it! Don't stop with that Hammond kid or that Carla twat, either, out get the word out that I want Herb Lobocky. I want their son-of-a-bitch father!"

"Yes, sir. I'd be glad to fix you a nightcap before I leave, sir. I really think you'd better have something to settle yourself."

"Aaah!" Galt growled. "I'm too old to need a mother, Chester. You carry that .44 of yours?"

"Yes, sir."

"You wearing it now?"

"In the house, sir?"

"Yes, damn it! From now on! In the house and everywhere -- even to bed with you, and my apologies to Christine." There was the sound of her grandfather's hand clapping firmly and affectionately onto Chester's massive, muscle bound shoulder, and then his voice was entirely at ease and robust. "I'll have that drink, now. You worry about me too damn much, Chester. A good blow now and then does me good. Without my dear wife any more, I've got to blow it off one way or another, don't I?" he chuckled.

"I wouldn't argue with that, sir," Chester said, his tone indicating there was a big grin spreading over his face.

Monica heard their steps fade toward the den. She let out her breath slowly. Her mind reeled. Even her legs didn't work right as she went back to her bed and sat on the edge in the darkness.

This time, the pieces did fit. She didn't know whether to feel enlightened or perfectly outraged. It was clear that every move she and Whit made was known to their grandfather.

Every friend was checked. Even the parents of their friends. And when Chester or Louis drove them somewhere, they were more than just drivers or chaperones. They were armed bodyguards!

God, it was incredible! It shook her to the core and made her shiver and hug her breasts tightly. Did Whit know all this? Is this what he'd been keeping from her?

She made a face of revulsion and shuddered. She'd had no idea her grandfather was that kind of man -- running their father off, paying him to stay away from his own children!

Monica just barely remembered her father. She drew forth the image of a stocky man with broad features and dark hair. A man with a startlingly handsome smile and a smooth voice he used to sing her to sleep with when he sat beside her bed in the darkness.

She'd loved him. She'd been only a small girl.

She hadn't understood why he'd left, why she and Whit and their mother had moved in with Grampa, why her last name had been changed to Sanderhoff.

It began to make sense now. The restrictions and close guard made sense, too. If her mother had been kidnapped and ransomed and murdered, then she could understand why her grandfather had kept her and Whit isolated from the outside world.

She understood that he was trying to protect them, and the feeling of revulsion left. She shivered again. The possessiveness in her grandfather's voice when he'd said it was going to happen again was scary now.

"Oh, Burke..." she cried softly.

Not Burke! He couldn't be part of anything like that!

She sprang from the bed. She had to talk to Whit. She had to talk to somebody!

She started out her door. She heard Chester and her grandfather still talking, their voices coming from the den. She could just see Chester's white-coated back in the doorway.

She closed her door silently and hurried to the French doors leading to the outside balcony. She could go down it and make the short jump over to her brother's balcony and go into his room without any chance of being seen.

She looked over the railing at the terrace below, one story down. She climbed lithely over the wrought railing and stood on the foot-wide edge of her bedroom balcony and looked straight ahead. She'd done it before. Years ago, when she'd met Whit's dare to follow him. Still, she licked her lips and felt them suddenly dry.

She tensed herself and then made the leap. Her feet landed surely, and her slim fingers grasped Whit's railing. She let out her breath and climbed over and was just ready to bang on his French doors when she heard the giggle again.

The curtain was half drawn over the glass doors. His bathroom light was on. She peered inside carefully and then jumped back, getting the shock of her life.

Whit had a girl in there!

They came out of the bathroom together, both stark naked. The girl had long blond hair. Her tits were pointed and jiggly, with pink nipples at the ends.

Whit was drying her back with a towel, following her into the bedroom. She giggled again, stopping, leaning her head back against his shoulder as Whit rubbed the towel over her pert, round asscheeks again and again.

"I think my butt's good and dry, honey," she said laughingly. "But my pussy's still wet. Ooooo, it's just all wet, Whit, honey."

He laughed with her. He dropped the towel. His hands came round and cupped her pointed tits. He rolled them on her chest, stroking them with his fingers, tweaking her nipples gently until she gasped heatedly.

"It's gonna get even wetter, baby -- just as soon as I shoot my big load up it. Then it's gonna be soaked!"

"Oh, you talk naughty, Whit," she chided. "You keep talking dirty like that, and I'm going to leave, and then you'll just have to jack off."

His hands swept down her flat tummy to her golden-furred mound, and his fingers slid over her pussy lips and into the slippery gap. She spread her thighs and helped him, and Monica watched her brother's stiff finger slip right up the girl's cunt hole.

"Ohhhhhh, Whit..." she gasped, her hips beginning to circle.

"You're not gonna leave, Carla," he said huskily. "You like my finger fucking in and out of your sweet pussy too much. You're gonna like my hard cock even better. Besides, you know I have to let you out of this place. It's like breaking out of a fucking prison, unless you know how to do it."

"Do you really have electric eyes and all that stuff, honey."

"The whole works, baby. Even three big black dogs prowling around in the yard."

"Oh, you do not!"

"Sure, we do," he grinned. "Come on over here, and I'll show you."

He walked her toward the French doors. Monica's heart pounded, and she looked around wildly for a way to escape. She didn't know about any dogs, but after overhearing Chester and her grandfather, she wouldn't be surprised if they were down there.

It didn't matter if they were. Whit and Carla were nearly to the doors. Monica flattened herself against the wall. The door swung open and bumped against her thrusting tits. Only the thin curtain over the glass hid her. They stepped onto the balcony and looked at the beach, and she could hear the wet suck of her brother's finger as it swirled around in Carla's pussy.

"See the dogs? There goes one!"

"Oh, there's no dog. Hey, if there's a dog down there, bring him up, and I'll show you something really wild!"

Whit gasped. His finger stopped its deep swirling. Monica could just see his stiff cock through the gauzy curtain. It throbbed up against the bottom of her crotch and became imbedded in the deep crack of Carla's ass.

"My God!" he gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Wanna bet?" she giggled. "Mmmmmmm, baby, after you get through working me up with that finger of yours, I'd fuck anything!"

She whirled around in his arms suddenly and plastered her soft body against his, flinging her arms around his neck, kissing him, nipping at his lips with her white teeth.

"Ohhhh, honey -- fuck me! God, don't make me get any hotter! Give me that big wonderful prick of yours! Now!"

Whit gasped and clamped his hands around her tight buttocks. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles behind his back.

Her pussy split wide open. Monica could see the pink meat, the puffy lips, the gleam of wetness from her slippery juice as it caught the light from the bedroom.

She stared through the thin weave of the curtain and couldn't believe she was invisible behind it. Yet, she knew the whiteness made a blank screen in front of her dark clothing. Besides, Carla's eyes weren't open. She closed them as she flexed the trim thighs and lifted her pussy back.

Whit's stiff prick jerked upward. The head centered right into the fleshy gap and jerked at her vaginal mouth, making another wet suck in her oiled tissues.

He growled softly. Carla inched her hips forward. Monica watched the head of her brother's prick spread the satiny pussy meat and slip slowly and teasingly inside the pink hole.

"Ahhhhhhh, good! Good!" Carla cried softly. "Fuck it up me! Ohhh, fuck that wonderful cock up my cunt and make me come!"

Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Her tit tips brushed sensitively against the soft fabric of her pullover. She felt her own pussy lips bloat quickly inside the stretch pants, and she knew it was pouring forth her sweet, virginal juices.

Her brother! She was watching her brother fuck his prick into a girl's pussy!

She couldn't help the comparison her mind made -- Carla's big, fleshy, wet cunt and her own tight, virginal little slit. Carla's big pointed tits that jiggled to the sides and her own firm, round balls, high and pert.

And she couldn't help but notice the difference between her brother's prick and Burke's. Carla was moaning for the big cock that was sliding up her open cunt, making quite a fuss over it. Monica couldn't help a smug feeling. Her brother's prick wasn't as thick or as long as Burke's had been.

"Ahhhhh, God! Darling, it's all the way up my cunt! Ohhhhhh, what a fucker you are! A big bold fucker! God, take me into the bedroom and lay me out and pump that heavy cock in and out of my drooling cunt and make me come, Whit!"

She screwed her hips around, swinging her round ass in his cupping hands, making her pussy mouth suck and slobber along the stiff, imbedded shaft.

She twisted her chest against him and made her pointed tits slide and flatten against him. She flexed her thighs and made her pussy lift up and down along his cock. And all the while, she nibbled on his ears and his lips and breathed passionately against his neck and face and moaned.

Whit turned, balancing her weight on his forward-thrusting hips. He was grinning broadly, his lips quivering with passion and a feeling of regal power, as if the piece of ass he was holding in his hands was really the whole world.

Monica held her breath again as they staggered back through the doors into the bedroom. Carla's foot caught the edge of the door and pulled it partly closed, allowing Monica to be able to see clearly through the crack it made with the frame.

She watched her brother pump his prick rapidly into Carla's pussy for a moment. He held her cheeks wide apart, and his butt flew back and forth as he stroked her and made her cling to him and moan shakily.

"Ohhhhhhh, you fucker! You big fucker! God, Whit, you're going to make me come already! Ahhhhh, put me on the bed and pour it to me!"

Monica sucked in her breath and glued her eye to the crack. She felt her pussy squirm and shiver and her lips bloat. She slid her hands down her tummy and cupped her burning, quivering crotch tightly with them, pressing her arms in at the sides of her tits.

Whit carried Carla to the foot of the bed. He bent over with her and laid her on her back, still standing. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and they came uncurled and flew straight into the air.

"Eeeeee, fuck me!" she cried gleefully.

Whit pounded against her saddle, driving his prick in and out of her split pussy, making her juices spray to the sides and coat her inner thighs and his belly.

Monica watched her brother's balls swing under his crotch. They spanked into the split crack of Carla's ass. Her anus pulsed and sucked, and her cheeks quivered with each slap as if trying to capture his balls in their firm grip.

Whit stiff-armed the bed while he fucked, looking down at her shaking, jiggling tits. He leaned forward and sucked the end of one of them into his mouth and drew on it.

The nipple stretched and popped from his lips, and her tit end gleamed and throbbed. He did it to the other tit, and Carla groaned with sexual bliss.

"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Fuck my pussy! Ahhhhh, you horny fucker, fill my aching cunt with hot cum! Make it boil up my pussy until my belly sloshes!"

"Ohhh, you hot bitch!" Whit groaned. "You love fucking! God damn it, baby, tonight's the night!"

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes! I'm hot enough, Whit -- are you?"

"God, yes!" he gasped.

"Then give it to me! Give me the first one, you fucker! I'll bet you don't make the other nine!"

"Like hell!" he cried. "You're the one who isn't going to make it to ten, because your pussy's so hot and wet right now it's going to blow apart with the first one!"

"Ahhhhhh, God! Yes! Now! Right now, you fucker! Blast me full! Here it comes! Here comes -- number... one... Yaaaaaagh!"

Her ass lifted high, driving her gobbling, sucking cunt mouth up the jerking tube of his prick. The wet flesh quivered and pulsed, the muscles surrounding her pussy orifice stripping the sensitive underside of his cock as they pulsed with her orgasm.

She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her tits. The pointed cones flattened and stabbed into him, and she shuddered wildly, tossing her cupped ass in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhgh, your cunt! It's eating my cock alive! Ahhhhhh, God, here it comes, baby! The whole flood! Take it! Take it! I'm going to... Ahhhhrrrgh!"

He drove his body against hers, splitting her already spread thighs wider. He pulled upward with his hands, lifting her ass from the bed and wrapping her sucking, silky pussy meat up around the root of his bucking prick.

His balls drew up tightly under his crotch and pumped. Sperm hosed and boiled from the tip of his prick, shooting far up her silken depths and bathing her spasming cervix.

There was so much of it her pussy tunnel wouldn't hold it all. It spurted from between her bloated, quivering cunt lips and ran down the bottom of her crotch, puddling in the upturned little mouth of her quivering asshole.

Monica stood outside and watched her brother's asscheeks clench together tightly as he shot his big wad into the girl's spasming pussy.

She felt her own cunt blaze with heat. She remembered the feel of Burke's big prick rubbing up and down her silky slit and rippling over the throbbing bud of her clit, and the squeezing sensation her hands were giving her pussy on the outside of her pants wasn't enough.

She gasped repeatedly, unable to take her eyes from the erotic sight. She thrust her hand inside her stretch pants and felt the wet curls of her pubes, the bloated, shaking lips of her virginal twat.

One hand wasn't enough. She shoved the other one inside her pants too, and the material cupped her asscheeks tightly. She spread her puffy cunt lips with two fingers and ran another one up and down her leaking slit, pretending it was Burke's jumping cock again.

Her pussy was drenched with slippery juice. Her fingers squished and slopped through it and made a lewd noise she was sure they could hear inside.

She watched the way Carla hugged and thrashed and shuddered. She listened to the girl's cries of sexual bliss. She looked at the expression on the pretty face.

It looked as if she were in terrible pain, the way her features were all twisted up and yells came out of her open mouth, but that was the only indication of pain there was.

Her pussy was wide open and accepting. She strained upward as if unable to get enough of Whit's cock up her pussy. Monica knew she wouldn't act that way about fucking if it was hurting her.

It sure wasn't hurting Whit. He bore into her cunt with every last millimeter of his bucking prick, and his sperm spewed and overflowed from the silk-lined hole.

Monica's clit throbbed and burned as the friction of her slippery finger became nearly unbearable. She felt that great hollow feeling start in her belly again, and she knew she was going to come.

She felt another kind of emptiness -- the kind you feel when you know you've passed up an opportunity you shouldn't have.

It was clear as hell from watching Carla and her brother that fucking didn't hurt. She wished fervently right then that she'd let Burke fuck his big prick into her pussy and blast his sperm there instead of onto her belly.

"Eeeeee, God! God!" Carla nearly screamed, giving a final lunge upward as the biggest wave of all hit her.

"Ah! Ah!" Whit gasped, collapsing on top of her with a final shake and clench of his ass.

Monica nearly cried out with them. But she clamped her lips together tightly and kept the scream bubbling up in her throat to a muffled squeal.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed. Her legs shook. She leaned against the side of the building and let her body shudder violently as she came and came.

Her juice flowed from her virginal hole in a stream. She pressed the tip of her finger over the very mouth of her vagina and felt all the young muscles there quivering and sucking, as if trying to draw her finger inside her hole.

Ohhhhhh, Burke! she cried inwardly. I want your cock flecking up my pussy right now!

When her emotions had stopped spinning, she kept her fingers curled around her twat. The meat there was still quivering, still terribly sensitive.

She heard them gasp and moan inside, and she put her eye to the crack again to see if they were fucking another time.

Whit's prick was still buried to the hilt in Carla's pussy. Her legs were over the edge of the bed, now, her feet on the floor. She was licking his ear, thrusting her tongue tip from between her lips and giggling, making him shiver again and again.

"Ready for another one, honey?" she teased him. "You've got nine more big comes to go to make your big brag."

"In a minute, baby," Whit gasped. "Whew, what a wild, wet cunt you've got!"

"Minute, hell," she moaned. "I'm ready now, honey! Ohhh, don't make me wait for it -- fuck me!"

He lifted his head and looked at her. "That's crap," he said. "Baby, you can't be ready after an explosion like that."

"Ohhhhhh, fuck me," she groaned, closing her eyes, twisting her body under him, lifting her hips up and down again.

"You're putting me on!" Whit moaned, wincing a little as if it did hurt him this time.

"Watch me, honey," she said, opening her eyes, looking at him with a hungry, wild expression. "Take that useless cock out of my pussy and watch me, and I'll show you if I'm putting you on!"

She pushed at his chest. Whit lifted up on shaky arms. His prick slid from her sodden hole. It was half limp. A string of sperm stretched between the wide eye and her pussy flesh. It glimmered in the light and then sagged and broke, leaving a little drop on the tip of his shiny, wet prick.

Carla lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees bent all the way. She let them fall to the sides, and her pussy split wide open, showing all.

Whit looked down and gasped. Her flesh was sodden. It drooled with juices. The pink meat quivered and shook. Her clit strained from the little tent at the top of her cleft.

The curls of her blond bush were matted and flattened and darkened with wetness. She pumped her open pussy at him tauntingly, squirming her hips, running her hands over her tits with lustful, stimulating squeezes and strokes.

Her nipples sprouted from the ends, rubbery and red. She opened her hand and made her palm circle over the standing nubs until they were blazing with sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, you just watch me, you pooped-out fucker," she moaned again, sliding her hand down her flat, quivering tummy.

She stroked her fingers over her puffy, drenched pussy lips. She put two of them into her slippery gap and slid them upward, hooking the tip of her clitoris and making the stiff nub spring back and quiver heatedly.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped. "I'm ready, all right! I'm going to beat you there, baby! I'll bit ten comes by the time you're reaching for your third!"

"Hey, Carla..." Whit moaned in a crestfallen way, looking down into her open, quivering pussy hole.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop me again, fucker. If you're not up to it, then just leave me the hell alone." She stroked her cunt and made her hole suck noisily. She looked at him directly. "See, baby, see? See how wet and hot it's getting? Get it straight, fucker -- I don't need a cock to keep me happy. But you need my sweet, wet pussy."

She twisted and closed her eyes, rolling her hips, making her pelvis move up and down and her pussy fuck her fingers.

She held the lips wide apart so that Whit could see it all. He licked his lips. He looked at his cock. Taking the half-limp tube in his hand, he began jacking it, looking from it to her heated pussy.

He couldn't get stiff. He looked as if her remark had cut through him -- as if there'd been more truth in her claim than he liked to admit to himself.

Carla closed her eyes and hummed, smiling to herself. She massaged her twat lips until they were bright red and dripping with her slippery pussy juice. She stroked her gap and circled her fingers over the head of her clit, sliding them alongside the stiff, throbbing root of the little organ.

"Get down on your knees, Whit," she moaned.

"Look at my cunt! Watch it quiver and suck when I masturbate myself to a big come and then tell me I wasn't ready for another one! Watch!"

Her knees rocked up and down as her butt tossed at the edge of the bed. Obediently, Whit got to his knees between her split thighs and stared right into her red, slippery maw.

His prick bowed outward from his loins, throbbing in his fist, but still half limp. He jacked himself while he watched her masturbate faster and harder.

"Aw, baby -- let me fuck it!" he gasped. He straightened slightly and lifted his prick, placing the wet head right at her quivering pussy mouth.

"Get it away!" she said sharply. "You couldn't fuck a rabbit with that weak little dick right now!" She pushed his prickhead from her hole and shoved three fingers up herself and fucked them in and out fast, making sloppy sounds of hot wetness.

Whit obeyed again. He sat back on his heels and stared straight ahead and watched her masturbate. A small sound came from the back of his throat, something like a whimper.

"Ohhhhh, open my cunt lips with your fingers! Wide open! So far open you could see right up to my womb!"

Eagerly, almost, Whit did as she commanded. He reached forward and placed two fingers on either pussy lip and pried the meat open. Her inner tissues blazed redly in the light, convoluted and slippery, like a sheath of oiled silk.

Her muscles jumped and squeezed as her fingertips rolled over her straining clit. She switched her ass around, making her pussy mouth weave before his staring eyes like a red flag.

"At! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "That's the way, baby! Stare right up it! Look and see what you're missing for not having a hard cock when I want it hard! What do you see, fucker? Tell me!"

"Christ, I can see three inches up your cunt!" Whit gasped. "Ohhh, let me fuck it! I can fuck it now, Carla!"

"You're too late, fucker!" she cried. "I can feel it twitching right now! See my pussy twitch?"

He saw it. He licked his lips. His prick was now straining stiffly from his lap.

The red, wet mouth pulsed rhythmically, the muscles spasming and sucking inward as if wanting to pull on a hard, imbedded cock shaft.

Monica watched them. Her own finger was sliding up and down her heated gap again. She wondered what had happened to her brother. He was usually headstrong and reckless and unwilling to take orders from anybody. She wondered why he didn't get up on his feet and ram his hard cock right up her cunt and fuck the shit out of her.

But he didn't. He kept her lips wide open and watched the inner workings of her silky tunnel, seeing the muscles twitch and the slippery juke form on the convoluted walls and ooze forward to drain into the little pocket at the bottom of her twat.

"Oh!" she gasped suddenly. "Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come! Watch me come, Whit! Watch my cunt... Ah! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her thighs trembled. They wanted to close and thrash and scissor. She kept them open for him. She made one last circle over her clit tip and then took her hands away from her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing the pointed cones hard.

Her hips jerked up and down. Her pussy mouth went into wild spasms, sucking and pulsing. Honey flowed from her hole and slithered over the tips of his fingers as he kept her bloated lips wide open and watched the red pussy pulsate with orgasm.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried again, letting him see it all.

"God! My God! Look at it!" Whit cried. "Ohhhhhh, I've gotta fuck it, Carla!"

Monica was mesmerized by the sight herself -- just as much as her brother was. He didn't move. He just kept staring, his prick jerking and bucking heatedly.

Monica couldn't stop herself from coming again. She wondered if her pussy looked like that right now, spasming and twitching, leaking all that juice.

Her fingers became coated. She had the wild desire to thrust her stiff fingers up her pussy and ram them through her damnable cherry and get it over with.

Then she had a crazier idea. It came to her when she heard her brother groan and saw him pump forward.

His prick jerked and bucked. Then, without his even touching it, it spat a stream of sperm upward. The first wad spattered against Carla's quivering cunt mouth and ran quickly down her sodden flesh into the little pocket, making all the juice there overflow and drool down the bottom of her crotch to her puckered asshole.

The second shot sprayed the foot of the bed, and that was when the terrible, perverted, wicked idea flashed through Monica's head and made her whole abdomen crunch inward with a violent spasm.

She visualized herself rushing into the room and impaling her virginal cunt on her brother's cock!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned aloud, shame washing all through her until her knees gave way and she sagged to the balcony floor.

"What was that?" Carla asked quickly.

CHAPTER THREE

Monica froze. She held her breath. They'd heard her. She was about to be caught, and yet her pussy wouldn't stop twitching and shaking under her squeezing hand.

She looked frantically around her, seeking escape. There was only one place to go, and that was to make the jump back to her balcony and into her room before one of them could cross the short distance from the bed too the door.

She tried to stand. Her legs were wobbly after the hard orgasm. She'd never make it. She'd surely slip and fall onto the terrace below and break her stupid little neck.

She put her eye to the crack again, her heart hammering. To her shock, Whit was staring right at her -- or seemed to be. Then a slow little grin came over his face.

"Nothing, baby," he said.

"I heard somebody, Whit," Carla persisted, trying to get up.

He pushed her back down, his hand on her tit. "Naw. It was just a loon croaking, maybe. You hear all kinds of funny noises at night, living on the Gulf." He turned back around, the strange smile still on his face.

He massaged her tit, lying in the spread vee of her thighs. "We've got some more fucking to do, baby. That makes two for each of us."

"Two for me," Carla said, lying back again. "What are you talking about?"

"I came too."

"The hell."

"Didn't you feel me squirt your shaking pussy with a hot load?"

"Baby, all I felt was the big hard come I gave myself with my fingers." She cupped her hand to his cheek and grinned in a faintly cold way. "Did you like watching my pussy come without your prick stuffed inside it?"

"Yeah," Whit said, drawing back. "You don't believe me, huh? What do you call all this?"

He swept his finger down her sodden cunt slit, plucking at her open vagina, then tracing it under her crotch to her asshole. He screwed the tip of his finger into her brown, puckered anus and drew it out again.

Sperm coated the tip. It ran down to the first knuckle. "What do you call this, baby?" he grinned.

"Well, I'll be damned. You did come. Without even jacking off? Without even touching yourself?" She laughed heartily. "You are a horny little fucker!"

"Yeah, and I like that tight little hole there I got all wet with my cum. I'm ready again, baby. Ready for number three -- right up your wet, tight asshole!"

Monica gasped silently. She stared hard. Her butt cheeks clenched together tightly inside her pants, and she felt her sphincter contract.

He wouldn't dare!

Carla looked as if she didn't much like the sound of it either. "Hey, now -- wait just a fucking minute, Whit."

"Wait a minute, hell," he grinned, slipping his hands under the backs of her thighs. "What's the matter, aren't you ready this time?"

"Not for a cock up my ass, I'm not!"

"Don't give me that act. There's been a dick there before. Lots of them. My finger slipped right up your butt just now. That doesn't happen unless it's been stretched by fat cock meat!"

He lifted her legs up to his shoulders, draping them over. Carla squeaked. Her tits jiggled. Her ass rolled upward at the edge of the bed, and her puckered, red-brown asshole winked and pulsed wetly, sucking the puddle of sperm inward and getting all slick.

"Whit, stop!" she gasped.

"So, you don't think you need my prick, huh? Think you can get along all right without me, huh?"

"I was -- just kidding, honey!" she gasped, feeling her bottom split wide open as he insinuated himself more deeply between her wide-spread thighs.

"Only half kidding, baby," he said levelly. "The trouble with you is you're greedy. You want it all. Haven't I been treating you all right?"

"Yes, Whit!"

"But you want more, don't you!"

"Yes, you big fucker, and that's what makes us two of a kind. You want more too! You're just as Goddamn greedy as I am, and we both know it!"

"You're Goddamn right I am," he growled. "So, open your big asshole wide and suck my cock up it and fuck the sperm right out of my hairy balls, and we'll figure out what to do about things!"

Carla gasped. Her expression changed totally. A big grin split her face. She lifted her arms up and wriggled her ass willingly and coaxingly.

Whit lifted his cockhead and centered it at her wet, shiny asshole, pressing in against the rubbery mouth.

"You like that, huh? You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"You bet I do, you hot fucker!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, shove that prick up my steaming asshole and root around in my butt all you want to, lover boy, and then well talk and talk!"

"And you'll suck me oft too?" he croaked heatedly.

"Baby, I'll suck that prick clear down my throat and drink your sperm until you haven't got a drop left!" she cried wildly, running her tongue over her lips, lifting her ass for him.

Her butt went in small circles. Her anal ring expanded and stretched around the wide head of his slippery prick. She made it squeeze and nip at the velvety glans, and Whit tossed his head back and moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, God, that's a tight hole!" he croaked.

"Tight and dark and clinging, baby -- you'll love fucking your hot prick up it!"

He pressed forward, his hands running up and down her thighs and hips. He looked down at her gaping cunt hole and shaking tits. Carla spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and let him look at her twat all he wanted.

"Tell me what you see now, baby?" she moaned to him. "Do you see my cunt quivering? Do you see my asshole opening up for that big slippery prickhead?"

"Yes!" he croaked. "Wider and wider! It's stretching open, surrounding my cockhead! Ahhhhh, the rubbery muscle is nipping and squeezing! Ah! There it goes! Ohhhhh, shit, that's tight and slippery!"

He tossed his head around and moaned again and again. Carla gasped with heat and jerked her butt when his mushroom-shaped prickhead popped into the pulsing orifice.

Monica watched it all with indrawn breath. She couldn't believe she was actually seeing it happen. But there it was, right in front of her.

Her brother's prickhead had been resting at the circular mouth of her anus, and now it was out of sight, slipped into her butt hole. And the shaft was following, slowly and relentlessly.

"Ahhhh, more, more!" Carla cried. "Ohhhhh, I love big cocks up my asshole!"

"You're getting one right now, baby!" Whit moaned.

Monica's own anus quivered and clenched. Her pussy was running a stream again. She couldn't believe how hot she was. There'd never been a day like this one for her.

She'd had tingly days before -- times when she'd felt her heart throb and her pussy tickle and her tit tips feel itchy. But never like this. Never a time of constant, throbbing heat.

She moaned quietly and thrust her hands back into her pants, getting into the feelings inside her. She didn't know how many times she could come. She didn't know if coming several times one right after the other was bad for you or not.

She was ready to find out. Her finger slid up and down her drenched slit again, tickling her throbbing, burning clit, playing with her succulent pussy mouth.

It still felt good. It still felt as if she could came again. But she watched her brother's prick fuck slowly and firmly up Carla's quivering asshole, and she began to wonder if there weren't another way for her to come besides tickling her clit again.

She swept one of her hands around inside her pants, cupping her asscheeks with it, feeling the different sensation of having her bottom tickled.

She stiffened a finger and ran it up and down her deep, shadowy cleft, letting the tip of it tease at her asshole. She nearly squeaked with sensation.

No wonder Carla was moaning and tossing all over the bed! It felt terrific!

"Ahhhhh, fuck it all the way up my butt, you big fucker!" Carla cried, her thighs shaking around his neck as she took his prick into her body and wriggled down around it. Her anal mouth sucked and pulled and gobbled at the shaft until it was all the way m.

"Oh, Christ! Christ!" Whit moaned. "So tight! So dark and clinging and tight!"

"Fuck it, lover -- fuck it and come in it!"

Monica felt her nipples bum with heat. Her pussy mouth flapped against her fingers. Her anus pulsed and sucked at the tip pressed against it.

She pushed inward. There was a burning sensation that nearly made her gasp aloud. That was no good! That would hurt like hell!

Then she remembered how her brother had shot his wad against Carla's bared asshole and made it slippery. She didn't have a wad of sperm against her own tight mouth, but maybe pussy juice would do the job. It was slippery enough, that was for sure.

She reached under bet crotch and dabbled her fingertip in her cunt mouth, drawing slippery honey under her crotch to her asshole. She rimmed the rubbery little mouth again and again, moaning all the while because of the immense sensation it gave her.

She squatted slightly to make her job easier, and then she went to her knees, keeping her eye glued to the crack all the while, watching her brother fuck his hard, throbbing prick into the tiny hole.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Carla cried, her head bobbling on her neck as she took Whit's thrusts. Her tits jiggled and shook, and she clapped one hand over them to squeeze tightly while she rubbed her pussy with the other one.

Whit looked down and watched her masturbate as his prick rode in and out of her round butt cheeks. His balls slapped up against her rump, spattering into all the juice that was flowing from her cunt and running down her crotch and around her prick-impaled asshole.

"Ohhhhh, Whit! You fucker!" Carla gasped. "I can't take much more! Ohhhhh, I'm going to come!"

"M-Me too!" Whit gasped.

He held her thighs around his neck. His knees began to sag and shake. He sucked in his breath again and again, and his prick made long wet strokes in and out of her shuddering asshole.

Monica felt herself approaching another orgasm too. It was just as if she were in there with them, being fucked up her own ass. Her butt cheeks clenched tightly around her hand, and only then did she become aware that her finger was shoved all the way up her virginal asshole to her palm!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned quietly.

She made her finger wriggle in the depths of her ass. She shuddered all over, her hips shaking. She clamped her other hand over her pussy and rolled her straining, pulsing clit with her thumb, pushing in at her succulent cunt mouth with her fingertips.

She was getting it in both holes, now, nearly the same as Carla was, and her head went dizzy with passion. She watched the blonde swirl her fingers over her pussy mouth and then sup two fingers quickly into the silky hole was she lifted her ass and squeezed hard around Whit's throbbing shaft.

"Ahhhhh, I'm coming! Whit! Fuck me! Fuck it up me! Hot -- squirt! Now! Come up my ass! Piss up my ass! Ahhhhgh, I don't care what you do up my ass! Make it hot and wet! Yaaaaaagh!"

She wrenched violently, looking as if she were frying to ram her whole fist up her open, spasming cunt. She tossed her head wildly and made funny sounds with her lips, sputtering and drooling.

Whit lunged against her upturned butt and drove his prick into her to the limit, his pubes crunching against her firm flesh. His balls jittered and pulsed, and his cheeks clenched tightly.

"Aaarrrrgh!" he growled tightly, letting his wad go.

"Ahhhhhh, hot! Spurting, spewing sperm! Wet and hot! I can feel it shooting into my ass! Ahhhhh, God, I love it!" Carla cried.

They made enough noise that Monica dared to open her mouth and let the squeal in the back of her throat tremble forward.

The orgasm hit her with shattering force. She whipped forward from the waist, clinging to her pussy and her asshole with each hand, squeezing and wriggling, and she banged her forehead against the stucco wall of the house.

It didn't make a sound, but the dizziness spinning through her mind increased, and the pain seemed to blend with the joy of orgasm and intensify it.

She felt something warm and watery spurt against her wrist and into her cupping palm as another wave of orgasm crunched through her body.

She leaned her forehead against the wall and let her butt and hips shake out their last. Her asshole squeezed and spasmed around her imbedded finger until the virginal mouth burned, and she had to slip the digit out before she started climbing up the side of the wall.

It was only when she moved her other hand from her flaming pussy that she realized what had happened down there. A rush of shame and lewd feelings washed through her. She'd come so hard she'd pissed!

That was the limit. She had to get away from there. She had to stop watching them. Next time, she'd probably load her pants!

She tried to stand. Her knees were too shaky. She looked through the crack and waited for her tingling, throbbing body to settle down. They weren't going to help it happen.

She saw her brother slide his red, throbbing prick from Carla's oiled asshole. He drew the shaft backward, and her sucking, tight anal mouth pulled outward, clinging to it as if totally unwilling to give it up.

The head came out with a loud failing pop. "Ha!" Whit cried. "Listen to your shameless asshole -- how it doesn't want to give up my prick!"

He held his dick in his hand. It was slippery and shiny. Sperm drooled from the tip, stretching in a sagging string to her quivering anus.

"God, baby -- open up! I'm ready for number four!"

"No -- ohhhhhh, God, let me rest, you fucker!" Carla moaned. "You said we'd talk now."

"Later -- after you suck it off!"

He pushed her thighs from his shoulders and crawled up onto the bed, straddling her body. His prick drooled a string of cum from her pussy to her tits.

He placed the shaft between her pointed cones and squeezed in on the sides of them and rocked back and forth, fucking her tits. The red, swollen cockhead burst from the soft groove of enfolding pillows and jabbed up against her chin.

"Ohhhhh, honey, it reeks," Carla moaned, wrinkling her nose and trying to turn her head to the side.

"Then clean it off, baby -- suck it clean!"

"You said we'd talk. You said we'd figure out a plan!"

"You've got to earn it, baby. You've got to show me I'm buying something besides a mess of trouble. The deal was you fuck or suck or anything I want whenever I want, wasn't it?"

"Yes! Ohhhhhh, that was the deal, honey!"

"Then suck my cock off right now, while I'm still good and hot!"

He cupped his hand at the back of her head and lifted. She looked at him a moment. There was an odd expression in her eyes. It lasted only a fleeting second. Then her mouth opened, and she pursed her lips and wetted them with her tongue.

"Come here, you Goddamn fucker," she growled throatily, grabbing his dick with her hand and pulling it toward her face.

She licked the underside of his shaft. She appeared to want to make a face, but she hid it. She licked again. In a moment, she pursed her lips around the velvety head of his prick and sucked inward noisily, her cheeks hollowing.

Whit tossed his head back and moaned. "Ohhhhh, shit, that's good!" he gasped.

He sat on the pillowing cones of her tits, her nipples burrowing into each buttock. Her head bobbed back and forth. In a moment, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Nnnnnnn!" Her hand went to her drenched pussy slit again and started stroking the wet flesh there.

"That's it, baby -- get hot again," Whit moaned. "Whip that pussy up into a frothing, quivering fuck hole, and I'll suck it off for you while you drink down my cum!"

Her hand went faster and faster when he promised that. Heat built in her yielding body again. Her tongue slurped from between her lips and slithered down the underside of his prick to his hairy, soaked baits.

She sucked his prick to the back of her throat. Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Carla was doing something with her neck. And then the cock shaft went in and in!

God, she was sucking it clear down her throat!

Monica had been repelled by what Carla was doing at first. She didn't see why the girl didn't gag with the first lick of Whit's cock. But now she was getting steamed up once more herself.

Her tongue licked out around her lips. She swallowed repeatedly, just as if the prick were in her mouth instead of Carla's. She watched the slithering, sliding fingers open up the sodden folds of her draining pussy again and fuck around in the quivering pink meat.

She could see a sheen of sperm on the blonde's pussy lips. She saw a dollop of white stuff squeeze from her asshole as the little mouth began to pulse and shudder with heat.

She watched her brother fuck his cock in and out of Carla's pursed mouth, and she groaned inside with the thought that she was going to have to masturbate herself to another crushing orgasm.

But that didn't happen. She heard a sound. It was foreign to the night sounds of the Gulf and the clattering palm fronds she'd been dimly conscious of behind her all this while.

She gasped and tore her eyes from the sight in the bedroom. There it was again!

Cautiously, she flattened herself and crept to the edge of the balcony, seeing more and more of the terrace below come into view as her head inched forward.

The sound was unmistakable this time. It was the grate of sand between shoe leather and terrazzo. It came from her right, toward where the dining room doors opened onto the terrace.

She saw a shadowy bulk standing there. The moon came out from behind a cloud, and the shadow took form -- a stocky, muscular form. Behind her, now, Carla let out another muffled groan, and Whit nearly bellowed with passion.

Monica glanced back and saw that his prick was bucking and pounding between Carla's pursed lips. Spots of white sperm bubbled from the wet juncture, of cock and fucked mouth and dribbled down her chin to her neck.

Whit groaned again, and Monica looked around toward the ground quickly, knowing that he could be heard. Chester's face was clearly visible in the moonlight, now, upturned and listening.

Monica drew back, nearly shaking, praying that Chester hadn't spotted her there in the shameful acts of peeping and masturbating.

After what seemed an eternity, the scrunching sound came again, and she heard the soft sound of the glass door sliding shut as Chester went back into the house.

Would he tell her grandfather what was happening up in Whit's room? Would he spare the old man another shock and come up himself? Or, horror of horrors, would he dare think that she was in her brother's room getting fucked so thoroughly by him?

She shivered again. She heard more sounds from the bedroom, but she didn't look. She didn't care what they were going to do next -- or what was so important and secretive that they had to talk about. She had to get the hell out of there, right now!

She stood. She made her legs stop shaking. She climbed to the edge of the balcony and looked across the yawning space to her own. It seemed horribly far away this time.

She steeled herself and jumped. The lithe body worked independently of her and in spite of her. The landing was smooth and accurate. She clutched the railing and nearly sobbed as she lifted a leg over it and scampered shakily back into the sanctum of her room.

She hurried to her door and put her ear against it, holding her breath. She didn't hear Chester coming up the stairs. She listened for a long time. She didn't hear him go across the house to her grandfather's downstairs bedroom, either.

She straightened up finally, her heart quieted at last. Well, he didn't really need to come up to find out what was happening. The sounds made it clear enough. He knew. He most probably knew that it was Carla being fucked, too.

But had he seen her outside the French doors, watching? Would he tell that to her grandfather too, if he had?

Monica shivered and slipped out of her pants and blouse in the darkness. She slipped between the sheets and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Now she didn't dare make demands of her grandfather about seeing Burke. Because she would never know for certain what he knew about her newly awakened desires.

She thought of Burke, the weight of his body against her, the warm spurting of his prick over her belly. She slid her hand to her pussy and cupped it gently, her fingers moving for a moment.

A warm smile came to her lips, and her eyes suddenly closed. They could still meet out behind the wall. They could still lie in the warm, green cover of the seagrapes and kiss each other.

And, maybe soon, they could fuck...

CHAPTER FOUR

She waited beside the wall again. She leaned against it and picked a leaf and tore it into small pieces absently, lifting her head to listen closely to each strange sound from the street.

It was pointless to wait any longer. She'd been there nearly an hour today already. She'd climbed the arbor twice to look over the wall, but she hadn't seen Burke or his pickup.

She wasn't surprised. Only disappointed again. This was the third day he hadn't been at school. The third day he hadn't come to the wall to see her.

Monica sighed despondently and brushed the leaf particles from her fingertips, smelling the aroma they'd left there. She gazed through a small aperture in the foliage toward the big house, and she couldn't help but wonder -- couldn't help but think it.

Had the order been given? How would he have put it? No more of that Hammond kid for Monica, Chester -- fix it.

And she couldn't help wondering darkly how much it had cost -- a lot or a little -- to make him stay away.

A bubble of bitterness came to her throat and left a sour taste. Just who the hell did Galt Sanderhoff think he was? What right had he to buy people off that way? First, her father. Now, her boy friend. In the name of her welfare and safety. Or was it to protect his own immense wealth?

It wasn't right, no matter what his motive was. He didn't have the right to control her life that way.

Had the same thing happened to Whit already? Was that why Whit was so rebellious and noisy? Was that why he had to sneak Carla into the house, instead of bringing her in openly the way a normal teenager would be able to do it?

She sighed again, her spirits low. She knew Burke wasn't going to come by again. Maybe he would never come again. Maybe Chester and her grandfather had fixed it so that he was now living in Miami with his mother, clear over on the other coast.

She could go there and find out. She could climb over the wall one day, or maybe take off from school as soon as Chester had left her there, and get a ride over to the East Coast. And if he were there, she could get a room and Monica shook her head. She'd have to have money for all that. Her grandfather saw to it that they never had more than a few dollars loose money at hand. Maybe he feared what they would do with all the money they were entitled to.

She and Whit had plenty coming to them from their mother's estate. The trouble was, they couldn't get at it until they were twenty-one, even though Whit would be eighteen and a legal adult in another two months.

She knew that infuriated Whit. He wanted his money now. He was impatient. He thought it was incredible to be the grandson of one of the richest men in the country and yet be stone broke all the lime. He wanted to burst free from the tight confinement and the constant guard and start living his own life, any damn way he felt like living it.

Right then, Monica was having exactly the same feelings, and they grew stronger each day she didn't get to see Burke. Maybe rebellion was the answer. Whit had gotten a few concessions from it, anyway.

She lifted her head again, listening. A car was coming down the street. After a moment, though, she recognized the sound of it. It was Whit.

She stepped out from behind the arbor and watched the gate swing slowly open, the motors purring. Whit drove through and came around the planter, stopping when he saw her. The gate whirred closed.

"Hey, come here," he said, leaning out the window, a grin on his face.

He watched her walk across the yard, his eyes taking in every jiggle and sway of her bikinied tits and ass. He made her self-conscious, as if he could see right through the white material. In fact, he looked as if he were wondering how it would be to fuck her.

"Whit, stop," she wailed.

"Stop what, Sis?"

"Looking at me like that."

He grinned again. She could see that his lips were broad, just like their father's. In fact, in that pose, he looked quite like her memory of her father, and she wondered if that was a hidden source of antagonism between Whit and his grandfather.

She came up beside the car and was aware of a furtive tingling in her belly and a subtle swelling of her pussy lips. She felt ashamed of herself. It was terrible to react that way over a lustful stare from your own brother.

But then it was just as terrible to watch him fuck his girl.

"What way?" he asked, ogling her twat openly. Monica pressed her thighs together with embarrassment and only then realized the motion made her pussy lips stand out puffily under the taut crotchband.

"Whit, you brat!" she cried.

"Hey, watch your language, or I won't take you with me."

"Take me where?" she asked quickly.

"You want to see your honey, don't you?" he grinned, reaching through the window. He passed his hand over the side of her hip and lifted his brows appreciatively.

Monica twisted aside. "Whit!"

He looked at her. "What the hell's the matter? Did I say anything the other night? Did I get all huffy and whine Monica at you?"

She flushed scarlet and felt her breath stick in her throat. "What -- what are you talking about, Whit?"

He laughed softly. "You know damn well what I'm talking about, baby sister, don't try to shit me. I saw you out there on the balcony, whipping away at that little pussy of yours."

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Yeah, oh. Man, I had half a notion to come out there and grab you and let you join the party."

"Oh, God, Whit..." she choked.

"Only I had my hands full with Carla-baby -- as you clearly saw. Enjoy the show, Sis?" He laughed again. "Yeah, you enjoyed it. I heard you having a ball. How'd you like to have a prick now?"

"Oh! God, I'm not going to stand here and listen to this! Whit, you're terrible!"

"Shit." He sniffed exaggeratedly. "Mmmm, smells like fish out there. Your pussy leaking again?"

She hit him. He ducked and laughed, and she leaned half in the window to hit at him again. To her total shock, he cupped her tit with his hand and squeezed.

"Damn! When did you grow this tit? Man, it's been here right under my nose all this time, and I haven't even noticed. Hey, Sis, come on in the car, and let's get familiar."

Monica cried and whooped, and he laughed, fending off her blows. "God, you're a brat!" she wailed.

"All right, all right, enough. Listen, you didn't answer me. Want to come along tonight?"

"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.

He didn't have to. She already had the door open. She barely saw the figure rush from behind the tree in the darkness and half jump into the car, balling into the footwell at Monica's feet.

"Close it!" Whit barked, goosing the car forward. The door nearly closed by itself. Then they were halfway down the street by the time he glanced into the mirror again and barked out a laugh.

"He coming?" the figure asked. "Hi, Monica."

Monica should have expected it to be Carla. "Whit, what's happening?" she asked, watching him watch the minor.

"Look behind you. See the car with no lights? Surprise, surprise -- guess who's tailing us."

She looked. She just barely made out the dark shape following them. "Chester?" she cried.

"Hell yes. You didn't think we'd get to go out without an escort, now did you?" He laughed again. "But don't worry, Sis -- I've got this one figured out to a tee. The bastard hangs on like glue, but we'll lose him tonight. You sure Harry and Wendy are ready?" he asked Carla.

"They're ready, big fucker," Carla said thoatily. She put her hand on his knee and slid it up his leg, letting it curve inward toward his crotch. She laughed with a sultry sound. "I wouldn't screw up this night for anything."

Monica sucked in her breath. She could see the hand in the light from the dash. It was cupping her brother's prick and balls openly, squeezing. She swallowed and felt a rush of tingling. Suddenly, she didn't know if she was ready for this or not.

Carla's rump was against her feet. Her other arm lay on the seat along the line of Monica's thigh, the hand touching the side of her hip. Her head hovered over Monica's leg, and she could feel the warm puffs of breath from her nostrils.

"Hey, cut that out," Whit said throatily, shifting in the seat. "Wait till we dump old Chester, huh?" But Monica noticed he opened his legs wider for Carla's hand.

He took the route toward town. He stopped at the first light and glanced into the mirror again. Monica couldn't keep from looking around. The big car had its lights on now, and there was a van between them, partially hiding Chester.

"Do you see them, baby?" Carla asked, keeping low.

"Yeah, right at the next corner. There's Harry. He's spotted us. He's getting into his car. Ha-a-a, it's gonna work! Bye-bye, Chester!" he crowed.

The light changed. He goosed ahead. Just before he got to the corner, Monica saw the twin to his car pull from the curb and get right in front of him.

"Hang on!" he called.

He cut the lights and swung hard right around the corner, then took another quick right into a narrow alleyway behind a building, pulled on the lights, and shot through the alley, taking another right and nosing cautiously into the street they'd just left. He laughed gleefully when he spotted Chester following the other car away from them.

"We did it! Ha-a-a, wait'll he finds out he's been tailing Harry and Wendy instead of me and Monica. He's gonna slit!"

"Oh, you big fucker -- let's go!" Carla cried, squeezing his crotch again.

Whit headed toward the county road out of town -- the one she knew would take them to Weaver Station and Joewood Bay... and Burke.

When the city lights were well behind them, Whit settled back for the straight, flat drive along the empty road and spread his legs more and put his hand over Carla's at his crotch.

"Shit, look what you've done now," he said throatily.

"Awww, poor prickie -- it's all cramped and bent in there. And so full! Ohhh, it's just straining to get out, baby."

Monica sucked in her breath and stared. This wasn't going to happen. Not really. They were just teasing. She squeezed her thighs together and couldn't keep from watching Carla's fingers as they began working at Whit's zipper.

"Ohhhh, Christ, baby -- don't just play with it," he groaned.

"I'm trying, honey," she said. Then she ah'ed with her success and pulled the zipper down.

Monica watched with disbelief as the slim fingers reached into her brother's gaping fly and rooted around and withdrew his erect throbbing prick!

"Whit!" she gasped.

Carla chuckled softly, looking at her from the floor. "You don't have to watch, sweetie," she said. "But I don't see why it should bother you this time."

Monica flushed deeply, glad for what darkness there was. She didn't have to watch, no. But she couldn't stop herself this time any more than she'd been able to stop before.

She watched Carla's slim fingers stroke up and down Whit's prick. She watched the palm roll over the meaty head and make it jerk with sensation.

Carla began jacking him while he drove. Whit groaned and slowed down a little, inching forward in the seat, lifting his hips up.

"God, do it!" he gasped.

"Just try to stop me, big fucker," Carla groaned, stretching her head forward into his lap.

She licked her lips. She opened her mouth. She aimed Whit's prick toward her face, her head half under the steering wheel. Her rump pressed tightly against Monica's leg and weaved erotically.

"Yeah -- yeah!" Whit groaned.

Warm breath washed moistly over his throbbing prick. Then her tongue came out and licked up the underside of the standing shaft. It circled the bulbous head, and then she plunged her mouth down over his cock.

"Ahhhh, God!" Whit groaned, slowing down even more.

Monica clamped her tingling thighs together tightly. Her pussy throbbed with quick heat. She held her breath and listened to the wet, obscene sounds Carla's mouth made as she sucked with abandon on Whit's jerking, pulsing prick.

"Mmmmm, so hard!" she gasped, sucking her mouth from it, her hand jacking up and down. "Ohhh, it makes my cunt hot!"

She shifted, getting to her knees on the floor, her butt bumping the dash. She tried to reach behind herself but couldn't.

"Monica!" she gasped. "My pants! God, pull my pants down! Ohhh, Jesus, hurry! Just reach out and pull my pants down over my ass so I can... ohhhhhhh, do it!" she gasped, her hand working between her thighs, her lips kissing and sucking at Whit's stiff prick.

"Whit..." Monica wailed. "Whit, we're going to have a wreck!"

"No, we're not, Sis," he groaned. "Quit worrying about it and do what she says. Pull her fucking pants down!"

"Whit..."

"You wanna go back home, damn it?" he cried. "Baby sister is sure as hell right -- accent on the baby!"

Carla's mouth sucked down over his cock again, her lips nibbling toward the base of his shaft, sucking and pulling, making very wet sounds in the closed car.

"Ahhhhhh, pull them down!" she gasped.

Monica sucked in her breath. She looked at the weaving roundness of Carla's ass. She reached out, hesitating. Her pussy was beginning to leak and flutter. She took a deep breath and caught her fingers in the material at the waist and began working the pants over the round, tight swells of Carla's ass.

"Oh! Oh, hurry!" Carla urged, her fingers working at the front of the waist.

Monica was bent nearly double. Her tits pushed against her knees, and sensation shot through them. She gave a final pull, and then the white, taut flesh of Carla's asscheeks gleamed nakedly in the dim light.

She stared down, looking into the deep, shadowy cleft between them. A heady aroma wafted upward, the smell of hot, juicy, leaking cunt.

She heard a wet sound and saw Carla's fingertips appear between the full cheeks. They wriggled and slid from sight under her heated crotch and appeared again, soaking wet with pussy juice.

"Ahhhhhh, God!" Carla gasped, driving her fingers back and forth over the mouth of her fluttering pussy, masturbating her straining clit.

She began to suck steadily on Whit's prick again, her head bobbing, her lips making wet sounds. Monica watched, looking from the thorough sucking to her brother's blissful face, to the sliding, swirling fingers.

She moaned in the back of her throat and shivered with terrible heat. Watching them suck and fuck from the balcony was one thing. Being right there with them, where she could smell every stray whiff of wet cock and hot cunt and could hear all the sounds filling the car -- that was something else.

She couldn't keep from pushing the heel of her hand between her thighs, pressing down hard on her heated pussy. She had the wanton notion to nick her skirt back and spread her knees and masturbate right there with them!

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned softly, pushing and pushing at her lap.

Carla sucked her mouth from Whit's throbbing, red prick and looked back. "Do it, sweetie!" she gasped. "Go ahead and do it, we don't care! Ohhhhh, don't suffer and be hot! Go ahead and stick that wet pussy out and fuck it hard and come with us!"

"Ohhhhhh, God -- I can't!" Monica cried, her breath sticking in her throat, her heart pounding.

"Then do me!" Carla gasped. "My arm's bent all wrong, and I can't really get a good... ohhhhh, God, play with my ass and reach down and tickle my pussy, honey! Do it for me, and I'll do something extra nice for you!"

"God, I can't! Whit..." she cried.

"Tickle her cunt, damn it!" Whit cried, jerking, frying to feed his trembling prick back into Carla's mouth. "I told you to do whatever she said, or I'll take you back home right now! And you don't have to worry about Burke. We'll have a swell time without you, Miss Priss -- just the three of us. Carla's ass is hot enough to go around. You know that for a fact. And if you think ol' Burke's gonna pass up a hot piece like her, you're dumber than I thought. Now, tickle her cunt and play with her ass and do anything else she tells you to!"

Monica nearly sobbed. She'd never felt so pressured and miserable in her life. She looked at Carla's flaring, weaving butt and imagined Burke's steely hard cock fucking into her body instead of up her virginal pussy, and she shuddered with agony.

She stared at the fleshy, firm expanse of ass, and her fingers trembled. Hell, it wasn't going to bite her. It was just a girl's butt. It would feel just like her own butt. And it might be kind of interesting to see what another girl's hot pussy felt like. She certainly knew what her own felt like.

Her fingers trembled over the smooth, rounded globes of Carla's shaking butt. She heard the girl moan. She heard her brother moan shortly after when Carla sucked his pulsing prick into her hot, wet mouth again.

Monica felt the ass all over. It was not as hard and tight as her own. It was a little broader. There was a yielding quality that hers didn't have yet.

Her fingers dipped into the deep cleft, and she felt Carla weave her butt appreciatively and heard her moan.

"Ohhhh, yes, sweetie! Do it!" she gasped. "Deeper! God, go deeper! Right to my asshole! Ohhhh, put your finger on my asshole and jiggle it!"

Monica felt overcome with emotion. There was a strange power she felt she had now, a kind of dominance that was thrilling. Her fingers stopped trembling. Instead, they swept boldly up and down the deep crack between Carla's cheeks.

She felt the puckered, pulsing, pink-brown anal mouth under her fingertip. Carla gasped sharply and drew on Whit's prick harder and let her spine arch as much as she could in her cramped position.

Her ass angled upward, and her thighs pressed firmly against the edge of the seat as she spread them as wide as she could. Her little asshole pulsed in and out as if kissing the tip of Monica's finger.

"Ahhhhh, God! That's good!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, do more, sweetie -- do more, and I'll really take care of you!"

Monica sucked in her breath. She didn't know what Carla meant by that. Was she planning on tickling Monica's ass too? Or was there something more. Monica had no idea. She'd been so sheltered all her life she wouldn't even have known there were any variations to fucking, if she hadn't watched Carla and her brother the other night.

Monica twirled her fingertip about the rubbery asshole and felt the kicking and weaving her touches elicited. Daringly, she slipped her fingers lower along Carla's crotch, and they were suddenly bathed with hot, oiled silk.

"Ahhhhhh, yes!" Carla cried.

Monica felt her head swimming. She couldn't believe this was really happening, that she was touching another girl's pussy. But her fingers sucked and slopped through the wet meat, testing, exploring, feeling every fold and flap and puffy mound of pussy meat.

Carla's clit was big and long. It was nearly like a little prick. Monica reached far under and stroked it with her seeing fingers, and she felt the hard little organ tremble and pulse.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck my cunt!" Carla gasped.

"Quit moaning so damn much and suck!" Whit groaned, reaching for her head and bringing her open mouth back over his cock.

The car was barely crawling down the empty road now. Whit's eyes were closed half the time. It was lucky the road was straight so that he didn't have to steer.

His hips pumped up and down in the seat. He fucked his prick with short strokes in and out of Carla's pursed lips. The fly of his pants was soaked with her saliva as she sucked and drooled and licked him all over, snaking her tongue into the gap to lick at his balls and the root of his trembling prick.

Monica's thighs scissored up and down, and the heel of her free hand pressed rhythmically into her lap, both motions massaging her straining, throbbing clit.

Her body was at a high pitch of tingling and heat, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to come without swirling her fingers over her pussy and really giving herself a good job.

But first, she wanted to take care of Carla. Her pussy was fluttering and grasping at Monica's fingers, trying to suck them up into her hot, wet hole.

Monica sloshed through the wet folds of puffy, drenched pussy meat and felt the trembling muscle right at the mouth of Carla's cunt. She put her fingertip inside.

Hot silk enfolded her finger. The big muscle clamped and nipped and pulled. Carla lifted her head again and shook her hips and ass and moaned.

"Ohhhhhh, deeper! Fuck me deeper! All the way up my cunt!"

Monica sucked in her breath. Her hand was angled around the flare of round ass so that her thumb was in the deep cleft while her fingers were playing at the mouth of the shuddering pussy.

She pushed forward with her hand. She hadn't meant it to happen, but her thumb suddenly slipped into the tight, clamping, quivering asshole and was surrounded by clinging darkness.

"Ahhhhh, God!" Carla cried sharply. "Yes! My cunt and my ass both! Fuck them both! Ohhhhhh, you darling! God, I love it! God, I'm going to pay you back in spades! Ahhhhh, Whit -- your sister's going to make me come! Whit! Whit, your prick! Give me your big prick! Fuck -- suck! Ahhhhh, God!"

Her heated yelling was suddenly muffled by the thick plug of Whit's cock. The wet sounds smacked through the car. He began to grind his teeth and groan in earnest.

Monica saw his lips draw back in a grimace of blissful agony. She watched his hips fuck upward and drive his cock all the way into Carla's open throat.

She felt Carla's hips shudder and shake and her ass tremble. Her fingers were sucked deeply into the holes in her charged body, and the muscles of her crotch squeezed spasmodically around them.

"Ahhhhgh!" Whit growled suddenly. "Here it comes, baby! All my big wad! Suck it down! Drink it! Here it -- oh! Yaaaaagh!"

His prick exploded. The head swelled in her soft, clamping, sliding throat. Her lips compressed around the root of his stalk and nearly stopped the boiling, hosing spurt of his cum.

The hot wads shot from the end of his prick and bathed the inside of her mouth and tongue and throat, making all of it incredibly slippery and sensitive to his flaming cock.

He yelled again and shot another stream into her mouth. There was a wet sound, and sperm spurted from between her compressed lips and the throbbing root of his prick and spattered his pants.

Monica saw it all and heard it all, watching her brother come violently, seeing the gleam of sperm as it dripped from Carla's sucking lips.

Then she heard Carla groan. She felt the girl's ass shake wildly. Juice flooded her fingers as the silky sheath of her spasming pussy poured forth her slippery honey.

Carla's hot asshole sucked and pulled at her imbedded thumb, drawing it even deeper. Monica's excitement grew to the point she nearly came herself.

It was thrilling to feel a girl's pussy spasm with orgasm around her fingers. It was thrilling to know that she'd made another person reach a climax -- that she had been the cause of it.

Feeling Carla come under the wriggling touches of her fingers was nearly as thrilling to her as feeling Burke's trembling prick spurt hot sperm over her belly, and she suddenly wanted it all to happen to her.

She wanted to feel a big cock up her pussy. She wanted to know that her slippery, sweet sheath had made that cock come. She wanted to feel what it was like to be able to suck one off and know that the final flick of her tongue or her lips had made the prick tremble and spurt with orgasm.

She wanted it all, and her heat was so intense she knew she'd let Carla do anything to her the girl wanted to do.

The car's front wheel bumped off the edge of the road, and there was the sound of brush scraping along the underside of it. Whit opened his eyes and stopped shuddering long enough to stop the crawling vehicle. He took it out of gear and shivered a final time and sighed heavily, settling back into the seat.

"God, damn!" he gasped. "That was wild! That was flying!" He cupped his hand around Carla's head. "Baby, you can really suck cock!"

She moaned and lifted her head. She licked her lips and swallowed several times, giving a final shudder with her ass.

"Ohhhhhh, that sister of yours is a sweetie!" she cried. "She fucked my ass and my pussy both, and I thought I was going to blow my mind!"

Whit looked over at his sister and grinned, letting his prick gleam wetly in the light and sag over to the side. Monica looked back and realized suddenly that she still had her fingers up Carla's body.

She pulled them out. Her thumb made a farting sound as she sucked it from the grasping asshole. She held her drenched hand awkwardly.

"Oh, God," she said softly.

Carla turned around, bumping her head once but not minding it. "Now it's your turn, honey," she cried.

She reached for Monica's thighs. Her hands ran along them, scooping the hem of her dress back, revealing the yellow triangle of her panties over her crotch.

Whit stared at his sister's pussy and licked his lips with a soft moan. "Yeah," he breathed.

"Oh, Whit -- don't watch! Don't look at my pussy!" Monica cried.

"Suck her off, baby," he said to Carla. "Give her a good one."

"Oh, God..." Monica gasped, trembling wildly, her emotions spinning.

She felt the fingers reach for the waist of her panties. She couldn't keep herself from lifting her butt up from the seat to help. Carla worked the panties down over the round, trembling cheeks of Monica's ass. They rolled down her thighs and off her feet. Then Carla was between her spread knees, and Monica knew her pussy was bare and open and sweltering with cunt honey.

And she knew that her brother was leaning forward to stare right between her thighs.

"No! No, don't..." she gasped wildly, trying to close her knees.

Carla's fingertip slithered through the damp folds of her puffy cunt gap and made electric sparks shoot through her body.

"Ah! Ohhhhh, don't..." she wailed, suddenly changing her mind. Burke was the only one who should be doing this to her, the only one who should be looking at her naked pussy and touching it and thrilling her.

"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.

"Yaaaaaagh!" she cried, gasping and panting.

"My God!" Whit cried with a touch of awe. "You just started on her, baby, and she's coming already!"

"Whit! Whit! I'm coming! Ohhhhh, Whit, she's sucked my pussy off and made me come!"

Monica clutched at her brother's arm and pulled his hand tightly against her swollen, throbbing tit, making him mash it flat against her chest with his squeezing fingers.

Her thighs shuddered, and her butt twisted and jerked in the seat as her pussy burst forth with a flood of juice and quivered wildly against the pressing tongue and lips.

Carla licked and slurped, using the flat of her tongue, sucking up all the thick, syrupy honey that flowed from Monica's virginal pussy hole.

"Mmmm, so sweet!" she gasped, pulling her mouth away for just a moment, licking her lips. "Sweet pussy juice, Whit -- I want more!"

"Ohhhhh, not again -- stop..." Monica wailed. "Ohhhhhh, it's not right -- not right!"

Carla paid no attention. She scooped her hands under Monica's quivering butt cheeks and lifted her ass from the seat. Her pussy seemed to spread open even more, and her thighs turned up and outward to give Carla more access to the center of her being.

At the same time, she felt her brother gasping harshly against the side of her face. His hands pulled at the shoulder of her dress. Then he reached at the back of her neck and found the tab of the zipper there and began lowering it.

"Whit -- Whit..." Monica cried, tossing her head, feeling overwhelmed by the lust inside her and the incestuous intimacy of her brother.

"Ahhhhhh, Sis," he gasped. "What a hot twat you've got! God, you really need it, don't you. Give her another one, Sis -- go on, come right in her sucking mouth again while I... ohhhhhh, man, what terrific tits, Sis!"

He'd opened the back of her dress and pulled the garment from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms until her tits were bare. Then he'd lifted her mesh bra up over them and made them completely naked.

Monica groaned helplessly. Her pussy was being sucked and licked again by Carla's flickering tongue. And now her tits were being mauled by her brother.

The top of her head nearly came off when she felt his hot breath on her succulent mounds and knew exactly what he was going to do next. Her own brother!

His lips parted. They sucked down over the end of her squeezed, pointing tit. Warmth bathed her nipple and made it sprout wildly into his mouth.

His tongue battered the rubbery nub and made her whimper with passion and lust and the illicitness of it.

"Ohhhhh, stop, Whit... don't..." she gasped.

But her body made a mockery of her words. Her hand cupped the back of his head. Her other hand went to her lap and cupped the back of Carla's head, pressing the girl's face more firmly against her sweltering, shuddering crotch.

"Ahhhhhh, God! God!" she cried wantonly.

Her spine arched. Her tit filled her brother's mouth full of the soft, sweet flesh. Her nipple felt ready to spurt something warm and sweet.

Carla's tongue washed up and down the slippery, running gap of her pussy. It circled over her clit again. It rimmed the muscular mouth of her virginal hole and darted inside, probing toward her tautly stretched cherry.

"Ah! At!" she gasped sharply.

When her body wrenched, Whit sucked his mouth from her tit and shot Carla a warning glance.

"Don't pop her twat, damn it!"

Carla didn't respond. But she kept her tongue back, making it circle right at the mouth and press thrillingly against the big muscle there.

Whit leaned over farther and sucked at her other tit, drawing on it, making it into a stiff cone with his squeezing fingers. Monica moaned and tossed, arching her spine shamefully, giving him as much of her swollen, hot tit as his mouth could take.

She had no modesty left now. It had gone too far. All she wanted right then was the sensation they were giving her. Whit had been right. There was nothing to do but enjoy it. She could feel guilty and ashamed later.

Her eyes popped open suddenly. She stared down at Carla's head. She felt her ass being lifted higher from the seat and her legs being forced up and back.

Carla spread her butt cheeks wide. Her tongue licked down her pussy gap and over her vaginal mouth and then kept on going, under the succulent, sensitive under curve of her crotch.

"What -- what are you... ohhhh, God! OHHHHHH, GOD!"

The wet, velvety tip of her tongue -- that's what it was. It had to be that. It writhed and circled. It darted back and forth. It fucked in and out and thrilled her beyond belief.

"Whit -- she's fucking my asshole with her tongue!" Monica cried harshly and loudly, right into his ear.

Her body jerked rind shuddered. Her tit swelled into his mouth until he nearly choked on the abundance of it. Heat blazed through her body in wild, licking tongues of flame that shot inward from the torching spark at her asshole.

Whit pulled his mouth from her tit again. "You like it, don't you, Sis?" he asked, his voice gasping and husky. "Don't deny it, Monica -- you love it!"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

There wasn't any cherry in her asshole. Carla didn't have to hold back, and she didn't. Her tongue drilled deeply into the dark tunnel, writhing and wriggling, pulling back, making the sensitive ring of tissue pulse and suck wildly.

Whit watched, bending over her lap to stare. He could see her open pussy, the slick meat, all pink and quivery. He could even see the ragged hole in her cherry.

He watched Carla's tongue thrust in and out of her lips, the tip sinking into the rubbery, stretched ring of his sister's asshole.

"Christ, am I hot!" he gasped, his prick thrusting and throbbing from his lap. "Carla, hurry up and finish her off and suck my cock again!"

Carla shook her head. Her tongue was imbedded in Monica's tight little asshole. The motion made Monica's hips toss from side to side.

"Then jack me off!" he moaned, squeezing his sister's tit again while he watched her asshole being eaten. Carla was lapping and lapping at it now, her tongue making long, sweeping strokes that rasped softly over Monica's pussy mouth too, stimulating her young, hot body in both places.

But Carla's hands were full of Monica's round asscheeks. Whit moaned and fucked his hips into the air. Then he took his sister's hand and drew it toward his flaming prick.

He wrapped her fingers around the heated stalk before she knew what he was doing. She felt the girth of him, the throbbing of his rampant flesh, and she couldn't stop her hand from squeezing the hard cock.

"You do it, Sis!" he gasped. "Monica -- jack my cock off! Ahhh, God, I'm hot!"

"Whit -- Whit!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh..."

He was moving her wrist up and down. His prick slid back and forth in the circle of her clutching fingers. She felt his hips strain forward, and her mind spun.

She couldn't believe it. She had her hand wrapped around her brother's hot cock, playing with it, fucking the stiff shaft with it, bringing him to orgasm. She hadn't even done that with Burke.

"Ahhhhhgh!" Whit groaned, straining, trying to come. "Faster! More! Ohhhhh, shit, you're not doing it right! It isn't going to work! God, I've got to fuck!"

He gasped and moaned. Then he made a sudden move. It was quick and clumsy. He banged his knee against the steering wheel. He bumped his head on the ceiling panel.

But he managed to reposition himself anyway, and Monica couldn't do anything about it but gasp and whimper.

Her eyes popped from her head. She couldn't believe what he was doing. But his leg swung over her body in the cramped confines, and he twisted himself around until he was facing her.

Until his throbbing, stretching prick was facing her!

"Suck it, Sis!" he groaned wildly. "Suck my cock!"

"Whi-i-i-t!" she cried, a drawn out, shaky sound of terror and lust and shame all rolled into one tremulous wail.

"You just watched her do it! You can do it! Monica -- your brother... you can do it for your brother!"

He had one hand on the back of the seat. He held his prick with the other one, lowering his hips toward her face, feeding the stiff, dripping shaft toward her lips.

The head smeared over them. The touch was heady and thrilling and debasing all at once. Slippery oil coated her lips suddenly, and she licked out with the tip of her tongue.

Flavor burst through her senses -- the taste of hot cock. Her passion soared. But she turned her head to the side and moaned loudly, bucking upward just as Carla's finger speared into her wet, open asshole.

"Suck it, Sis!" Whit cried again, his hand sliding up and down his prick, jacking himself as he tried to fuck her mouth with it.

He stopped that and put his hand on the top of her head, turning her face toward his throbbing prick. He pushed forward. The glans bumped against her lips again, smearing more seeping oil on them, making her senses spin.

"No, Whit..." she cried, opening her mouth.

She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have talked. The rest of what she'd been going to say was plugged off as his hot cockhead slid between her lips and filled her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Nnnn!" she squeaked.

Something happened to her. Maybe it was the way Carla's finger was twisting and writhing deeply into her asshole or the way her lips sucked and pulled at her flaming clit while she did it. Maybe it was because she was so hot she couldn't even think any more.

Or maybe it was the taste and feel of hot cock in her mouth. She didn't know. Right then, she didn't care. Oil seeped from the big eye and spread over her tongue and into the back of her throat.

Flavor filled her senses. The sensation of bumps and veins on the bottom of his shaft rippling over her soft lips drove her out of her mind.

Her tongue swirled suddenly around the meaty, spongy glans of her brother's prick. Her lips compressed around the shaft. Her head moved forward so that she could suck more of the wonderful, thrilling, throbbing prick into her mouth.

She drew on it. She did it again. She heard her brother's groan of pleasure. He began to move his hips back and forth in short strokes, making his prick fuck her mouth.

He took his hand from the top of her head and braced himself against the back of the seat. He didn't have to hold her any more. They both knew he didn't.

She was sucking him freely now -- even if they were brother and sister. That didn't matter any more. They were male and female -- stiff prick and hot mouth. That was all that mattered.

Or maybe there was another kind of closeness that made it right simply because they were brother and sister. At least that made it seem like something other than rape.

She sucked his trembling prick. She drank freely of the slippery oils seeping from the big-eyed tip. Her tongue slithered all around the incredibly slippery head. The tip probed into the big eye as if seeking more of his juice.

Then her head was moving back and forth, and her hands were sweeping up his thighs to cup his ass. Her hips surged up and down as her whole bottom was fucked and sucked at the same time by Carla's avid mouth and tongue and fingers.

"Ahhhh, Sis!" Whit choked. "Beautiful! Ohhhhh, what a cocksucker you are! Why haven't we done this before! All the time -- the wasted time."

His prick throbbed wildly in her mouth. She felt the head expand like a soft plug. It stretched toward the back of her throat, and she knew it was going to happen.

She remembered the flood of sperm that had shot onto her belly from Burke's spitting prick. She remembered the way sperm had spurted from Carla's lips as Whit had flooded the blonde's mouth with his torrent of cum.

She began to swallow rapidly while she sucked. It was like something primeval and instinctive, a preparation for what was to come.

She heard him gasp harshly. She felt his asscheeks clench in her hands. His prick bucked, filling her mouth. Then he cried out heatedly, and the first hot spurt of sperm shot into the back of her working, drinking throat.

"Yaaaaagh!" he bellowed.

Monica drank and drank. She couldn't keep up with the flow. Sperm filled her mouth. It made the bucking shaft become frictionless in her mouth.

At the same time, she was aware of the way her hips were lifting and tossing, of the great charges of sensation bursting through her young body.

Her pussy fluttered and flapped. Her asshole clenched and spasmed around the finger imbedded in it and fucking it so thrillingly.

Juice poured from her pussy hole, gushing from the convoluted walls of her cunt tunnel and rushing forth into Carla's sucking mouth, just as if she were pissing into the open, warm cavern and over the flickering tongue.

She groaned heatedly in the back of her throat and came and came, taking her brother's fluid in at one end and gushing fluid forth at the other.

She couldn't swallow fast enough. She felt her mouth fill with spurt after spurt of cum. She heard the wetness of her mouth. Then she felt the trickling stream that ran down her chin and dripped off onto her chest and dribbled between her swollen, throbbing tits.

Still, she sucked and sucked, and she drew that writhing, fucking finger up her hot asshole as far as it would go.

"Ahhhhh! Ah!" Whit cried finally. "That's enough! Christ, you're going to make it burst into flame! Stop sucking, Sis!"

He pulled back. His prick throbbed wetly and redly in her face. Another spurt jumped from the tip and spattered her lips, dribbling onto her tit.

He groaned and rolled away to the side, gasping and puffing as he settled onto the seat and jacking the last tingles from his throbbing prick.

"Ahhhh, you both came!" Carla gasped. "Me too! God, me too! Now suck my cunt off!"

She fairly lunged upward from her cramped position. She took Whit's position. Her pussy foamed with heat. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers and pushed the open, wet maw over Monica's mouth quickly.

Monica couldn't even cry out. It was all there, very suddenly, very completely, totally wet and quivering.

There was nothing she could do but clamp her lips over the shuddering hole. Her tongue thrust up into the quivering hole, and she could feel the slipperiness of her brother's sperm mix with the silky softness of Carla's vagina.

A notion swept through her that made her fuck her tongue inward so deeply that the root stretched painfully. What a novel way to make a baby!

Her tongue swirled in the hot silk of Carla's cunt. The pulsing clit pressed against her nose. A new, heady flavor burst through her senses, and she drank down the honeyed flow of pussy juice that flooded over her tongue.

"Ahhhhgh, I'm coming!" Carla cried tightly. "Suck, sweetie -- suck my cunt! Ohhhh, wonderful! Christ, you cunt sucker, you're making me come! Ahhhhhgh!"

The silky cavern seemed to swell away from her tongue. Then it clamped back around it, capturing it in the vise of oiled, pulsing silk, and she felt the muscular contractions of Carla's hard orgasm against her mouth.

She wasn't even aware she was doing it until her hips lifted and shook with hard jolts. Then she was conscious of her arm pumping up and down, her fingers circling and swirling over her clit and pussy mouth as she masturbated herself openly to another orgasm at the same time that Carla's was dying away.

CHAPTER SIX

She wasn't sure when they'd started moving again. All she was aware of at first was the way her tongue kept going around inside her mouth and her throat kept swallowing.

She heard soft talking. Carla was sitting up, now, between them, her arm around the back of Whit's shoulders, her hip pressed against Monica's.

Night air blew through an open window, cool and sweet, full of the subtle scents of the Everglades. Islands of palmettos stood out on sawgrass plains in the moonlight.

Then a ghostly stand of cypress, draped with Spanish moss, went past the windows. A heron croaked and beat the air with great wings, outlined for a moment against the moon.

The trees changed. Blue-gray trunks gave a leaden sheen in the headlights, and Monica knew they had long ago crossed the trail and made the wide sweep south toward Joewood Bay.

She sat up and became more alert. Her body still hummed with sexual heat, and she was glad. She would be with Burke soon. And she was really ready now to open her fresh, quivering pussy to his big, hard prick.

The road was now little more than a two-lane trail through the trees and scrub. It began to twist around and follow the high ground of the hammock they were in.

All around, away from the hammock, was wetland. Through the trees, she could see the moonlight glimmer from the surface of the inches-deep river that flowed over the whole face of the Everglades.

She peered ahead through the windshield. The car bumped over rocks and fallen limbs and scraped against branches. It looked utterly desolate ahead.

Then it occurred to her that there'd been no fire-fighting equipment down this trail. That made sense, because there wasn't a hint of smoke in the air, just the dank, rich smell of decaying vegetation and muck.

"Burke's down here?" she asked questioningly.

They both looked at her. "Hey, you're awake," Whit said. "Welcome back."

"Whit, where are we going? You said we were going to meet Burke."

"We are, Sis."

"At Joewood Bay?"

"Yeah. Well -- no. We're gonna meet a guy with a boat. Then we're gonna ride in the boat to Blackjack Key. There's an old fishing shack there."

"And Burke's waiting there?" she asked, disbelief mounting in her voice.

"Did you ever hear about Blackjack Key, Sis?" Whit went on quickly, "It used to be a camp for the Calusa Indians before the Spaniards wiped them out. Then it was a base for some of the pirate raids ol' Blackjack himself used to make along the coast. Some guy built a cabin, and it's still there. In pretty good shape, too. There's even fresh water and a neat beach and..."

His voice trailed off as they rounded a thick stand of bushes and skinny trees. Immediately, fresh, tangy air from the Gulf blew into the car.

The headlights picked up the form of a man. He was leaning against a beached runabout, smoking a cigarette. Offshore, there were several mangrove islands standing darkly in the still, moon washed water, only a handful of the thousands of islands making up the group known as the Ten Thousand Islands.

The man pushed away from the boat and walked toward the car as Whit stopped. He bent over and looked in. He was big and heavy and had a stubble of beard. His face was beefy and red, his eyes small, the flesh around them puffy.

"What the hell kept you?" he grated. "I'm about to go out of my fuckin' mind."

"That's impossible, Emmett," Carla said. "You haven't got one."

"Fuck you, dumb bitch," Emmett grated without seeming to take or give offense. They talked as if that were normal conversation between them.

"Where are Harry and Wendy?"

"Shit, I already ran them over. They got tired of waiting too. Bastard's probably fucking the shit out of her -- seven times by now, figuring by how long I been standing around here." He peered into the car again, looking steadily at Monica, his small eyes running up and down her body, taking in the thrust of her tits and the naked thighs below the hem of her skirt. "Nice," he breathed, the sound making Monica's skin crawl.

"You just look, Emmett," Whit said. "That's all." He put as much threat and warning into his voice as he could.

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.

Surprisingly, the cabin had two rooms in it. There was a kitchen of sorts at the end of the main room. A well pump stood over the sink, handle and spout and all. At the other end of the big room, added onto the back of the cabin, was a bedroom of sorts. She could see a single big bed, sagging in the middle.

There was a plain wooden table, hard chairs, a moldy sofa with the cover half rotted away and covered by a beach towel. There were cotton mattresses on the floor and cans of food lining open shelves.

A small, blackened fireplace built of coral rock was set into the middle of the back wall. The light came from hissing lanterns. An old-fashioned kerosene lantern hung by its hoop from a nail in one of the open studs. It was covered, as was every other spot in the cabin that hadn't been touched recently, by a gummy layer of salt and dust.

Monica took it all in -- the cabin and the people. She turned toward her brother. "Where's Burke," she demanded quietly. Her eyes glinted with indigo ice. "What on earth are you and I doing here, Whit?"

Deke smiled. He waved his hand and turned to sit at the table, scraping a chair back, making it teeter on the back legs. "Tell her, Whit," he said. "It's all yours."

Whit sucked breath to the bottom of his lungs. "We've been kidnapped, Sis," he said.

"What!"

His face screwed up with fierce emotion. "Damn it, I want my money!" he nearly screamed. "I'm tired of being a prisoner! I'm tired of having to beg and scrape around for a dollar from the old fart every lime I want to do something! I'm tired of being shadowed and chaperoned by that Goddamn Chester!"

He looked at her. His eyes were nearly wild. "You saw him, didn't you? You saw how I had to have help in shaking him! Monica, I want my own life, and I want it now! Christ, I'll be eighteen next month. That makes me a legal adult now. That means I can skip out of that Goddamn prison and go anywhere I want and do anything I want, and he can't say a fucking word!"

She stared back. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn't know what to say. It was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard of. And yet she knew, as of today, exactly what Whit felt. Maybe not quite exactly. He'd had two years more time to let it rankle than she had.

"But I can't," he went on, emphasizing each word. "I can't do one damn thing when I'm finally free, because I don't have any money."

"And this is your way of getting it?" she cried. "Robbing your own grandfather? Oh, Whit -- why don't you just get a job!"

"Doing what? The old bastard doesn't even want us going to college, did you know that? What are we going to do, Monica? Sling hash in a crummy restaurant? What?"

She put her hand to her stomach. She turned away from him and moved to the couch and sat on it. He followed her, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"Besides, I don't want his money -- just mine. Just what Mom left me. What's wrong with getting my own money?"

Monica waved her arm at the crowd watching them. "But why them, Whit?"

"Because they knew about this place -- Emmett and Harry -- and Carla knew them, and..."

"Why?" Monica asked quickly.

"What?"

"Why does Carla know them? From where? Is she good pals with Wendy? Look at them, Whit -- do they look like they'd be in the same crowd together? Or Deke and the others?"

Whit opened his mouth and closed it. He looked at Carla and Deke, and then he looked at the company they kept. He saw his sister's point, and he had no answer. His expression changed.

"And why me, Whit? Why bring me in on this?"

"Hell, that's easy!" he said. "The old fart will pay to get you back. He'd pay them to get rid of me. I look like the old man, remember? I remember. Gramps won't ever let me forget it. Bad seed from a rotten fruit, that's me. Herb Lobocky's kid, that's me."

"So am I, Whit."

"Yeah, but you look like a Sanderhoff."

"Oh, Whit..." she cried softly. She emitted a big sigh of despair.

"Yeah. Don't give me that now, Sis. It's all set up. Tomorrow, the call gets made. Two hundred biggies it's gonna cost him. I'll pay them for helping, and I'll even give you some of it, Sis. How much do you want?"

Deke interrupted, surprising both of them. "Don't get carried away, there, Whit," he said. "You shouldn't make promises you can't deliver on."

"What the hell do you mean?" Whit asked, turning around. He blanched. Harry was looming in front of him, and Emmett completely blocked the doorway.

Deke smiled slowly. "There's been a little change in the plan. The way it goes now, your share has shrunk. To nothing, in fact."

Whit licked his lips. His eyes darted around the room. "Make that damn clear, fella," he said.

"Sure. You're not just playing at being kidnapped any more. You are. And the cost just went up to five hundred big ones -- one for each of us." He thudded the chair onto its front legs and got up. "Tie them up, Harry."

"You can't do this!" Whit cried.

"Oh, shove it, you dumb fucker!" Carla cried suddenly, putting her arm intimately around her brother's waist. She tipped her head back and laughed. "Poor little rich boy. The classic example. God! A few sucks and fucks, and you're putty! You want to see what a shitty fucker you are? Let's show him, honey," she said to Deke. "Ohhhh, baby, let's show him now!"

She pushed her pants down over her ass, baring herself boldly. Site stepped out of them. Her asscheeks gleamed in the yellow light. Her blond curls took on a golden hue. She pushed them up against her brother's crotch and pressed her tits against his chest.

He moved her gently aside. "In a minute, Carla. I want these two taken care of first. Strip," he ordered.

"You bastard!" Whit cried, making a threatening move.

Emmett growled and moved in, his piggy eyes crawling all over Monica. "Y'all git nekkid," he grated, cupping his crotch with one hand, making a fist as big as a cypress bole with the other. "I'll get 'em nekkid, Deke," he grinned wickedly.

"'Specially that sweet little piece of sugar cunt."

"Hey, you, Emmett," Wendy piped up. "Don't you get hot for her! My little fuzz box is all wet from waiting for you to get back."

"Slit," he said. "It's wet from Harry fuckin' it, that's what. While I was waitin' on them to come."

"No, it ain't, Emmett!" she cried. "With Deke here?"

"Hell, when did that ever stop you? You probably sucked him off while Harry was fuckin' you."

"I never!" she cried, her big tits wobbling. Then her face split into a grin, and she giggled. "But I'm ready!" she whooped, lifting the tee shirt off her chest with one swoop.

Her naked tits burst into the room, two huge, white bags on her chest, capped by cherry nipples. She rolled them in her hands and lifted them to her mouth and sucked the nipples hard and stiff and wet.

"Ooooo, I'm ready!"

Harry moved a lanky arm to a shelf and brought forth a coil of rope. "Over in the chair," he said to Whit, his neck as angled in front as a crane's. His voice was astonishingly bassy and full.

He pointed to Whit's pants. Whit looked at Monica and swallowed. Then he undid his belt and pushed his pants off. His prick bowed outward. He removed his shirt. He sat in the wooden chair, and Harry tied him into it securely, his stringy muscles popping out on his arms.

"Now you, Monica," Deke said, having the gall to smile prettily at her.

When she didn't move, he came over and took her arm and yanked her to her feet, strength and menace simmering just under the surface of his handsome refinement.

She looked into his eyes for a brief moment, and the sight chilled her. She'd been fooled. He was evil inside. Evil and sick. Sick and bright -- a frightening combination.

She knew instinctively that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this -- with the help of Harry and Emmett. But it was surely the headiest and most ambitious such job. So much so that he was going to be certain that nothing went wrong.

He put his arms around her. She felt her tits pillow against his chest. She shivered and tried to draw back. He smiled handsomely and held her tightly, his hand roaming up and down her spine, over her buttocks, feeling the hard, round globes with agonizing gentleness.

At another time, in another place, she would have been taken in totally by him. She would have trembled in his arms and been putty in his hands. Even now, with the feel of his strengthening prick against her mound, she could feel her cunt tunnel squirm.

His fingers found her zipper. He drew it down. He peeled the mini from her body. He looked down at her mesh bra, the way the cups were full of her round tits. His hand swept tinglingly over the front of her slick panties.

"Don't you fuck my sister!" Whit cried from the chair. "By God, they'll hang you for that! You're not going to get away with this! If the cops don't catch you, Chester will, and he'll blow your balls off if you fuck her!"

Deke turned his head, still holding Monica against him. "I'm not going to fuck her cherry out of her, Whit," he said quietly. He snatched her bra and panties off in two quick motions, tearing the garments and making her skin burn. He looked at her naked pussy and her round tits, and his cock throbbed rigidly in his pants.

"I'm not going to cherry her," he repeated softly. "You are."

Monica gasped. Carla laughed gleefully, clapping her hands, stripping her blouse off and getting completely naked. Wendy giggled and pushed the shorts from her bulbous, jiggling ass. She spread her meaty thighs and fingered her puffy cunt lips until they spread so wide apart with heat that her cunt hole showed fully.

"We won't be caught, Whit," he said, grinning with supreme confidence. "But if we are, you're the one who's going to get life for popping her cherry. Carla -- you know what he likes. Get him hard. Get that cock like a poker."

"Me too, me too!" Wendy cried, her flesh jiggling softly all over.

"You gotta wait," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna fuck my load into that big pussy first."

He dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt. His chest was like a barrel. It was matted with hair. His thighs were huge, solid muscle. His prick was unbelievably fat and short, like the squat trunk of live oak.

He fisted his prick and took her in his arms. She squealed and giggled and rolled her tits against his chest. She threw her legs around his waist and settled her broad butt in his cupping hands.

His cock poked at her open pussy and then spread the wet meat and fucked inside.

"Ohhhhh!" she squealed. "Fuck me, Emmett! God, that prick's fat! I nearly can't take it at first, and then my pussy opens up and takes it all!"

He puffed and fucked his hips against her middle, ramming her yielding body good, walking around the room with her as she clung to him and giggled and moaned and fucked freely back.

Carla dropped to her knees in front of Whit. She looked up at him and grinned. "I know what he likes," she said. "He likes my soft lips. He likes my hot little tongue. He likes to watch me play with my pussy. Mmmmmm, I'm going to give you the best sucking you've ever had, you big fucker. And that prick's going to get as stiff as an iron rod."

"You bitch," Whit grated, twisting against his ropes as she slipped her slim fingers under his balls and pulled at his prick.

"Just think of how badly you wanted to slip your hot, hard prick into your sister's sweet pussy, honey. Remember how you watched me suck it off? Remember how you couldn't wait to fuck her mouth and spurt your cum down her throat? Just think what it's going to be like when we slip her tight, sweet, virginal pussy down over that hard, hard cock, Whit. Think of it!"

She moaned and shoved her face into his lap, opening her mouth, sucking his prick between her lips. Whit gritted his teeth and turned his head. He saw Wendy and Emmett fucking.

They were in the kitchen part. Her butt was resting at the edge of the counter, her legs still around his waist. His prick made wet sounds in her pussy. He sucked on one of her tits, and she sucked on the other one, squirming and moaning against him.

Whit looked at his sister. Deke and Harry were around her. Harry's pants were off. His cock was a foot long. It was rising, coming up between her round, pert asscheeks, sliding under her crotch as he tied her hands behind her back and made her tits thrust forward.

Deke was feeling them. Then he bent down and sucked on them, doing it softly and gently, making Monica grit her teeth to keep from moaning.

"Man, that's nice ass," Harry rumbled, cupping her cheeks when he'd finished tying her hands. He spread the firm spheres with his thumbs and put the head of his long, thin dick between them.

"Ahhhhh, don't!" Monica cried, lurching forward. "Whit! He's trying to fuck my ass!"

"Lay off, Goddamn it!" Whit yelled, thrashing in the chair. "Lay off my sister!"

Deke looked at him and grinned. "Sisters are the best, ol' buddy," he said. "How you coming with him, Carla?"

She sucked her mouth from Whit's cock and fisted the wet prick. "He's still too limp, Deke," she smiled. "But he's coming along. Mmmm, I could suck on a soft prick all day long," she said, slurping his noodle between her lips again, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue.

"Man, that there's a tight little hole," Harry gasped, his cock now stiff and throbbing, the head swelling between Monica's cheeks and pressing right against her asshole.

"It needs wetting, Harry," Deke said. He cupped her twat with his hand and ran a fingertip up her slit, feeling her with outrageous boldness. "So does her pussy."

"Well, then, what say we slick her up, Deke?" Harry grinned.

"What say?" Deke said, smiling at Monica. "Be a good girl, now, and spread your legs, honey."

He got to his knees in front of her. She could feel Harry do the same behind her. They held her still by her thighs and hips, the four hands caressing her lower body constantly.

She sucked in her breath and looked at Whit. He was still gritting his teeth, trying to keep from getting hard. He was doing wonderfully but it was a losing battle.

It was just a matter of time. Carla sucked on his cock avidly. She drew the whole length of him into the warm, silky cavern of her mouth. She rolled his prick with her tongue, massaging the spongy glans.

She fondled his balls with her slim fingers. Then she began to stroke his asshole, teasing him mercilessly. When she wetted her finger and screwed it slowly and sensuously into his twitching butt, Monica could hear his gasp.

She saw the root of his prick thicken, and she knew it had bucked into greater stiffness in Carla's mouth. Monica knew what that mouth and tongue could do. She'd seen it before, and she'd felt its action before, and there was no doubt in her mind that her brother would have a raging hard-on very shortly.

She glanced at Wendy and Emmett. His fat cock pumped in and out of her juicy hole. Her pussy was so open and wet that her juices ran down her thighs and were smeared on Emmett's hips.

The girl stopped sucking on her own tit and tossed her head back. "Owwweee, Emmett!" she cried. "Honey, that fat prick's gonna pull my trigger! Real close, Emmett! Are you? You gonna blast my pussy full of white stuff? Ohhhh, gimme some cream, Emmett! Shoot the hot sauce up me, baby!"

Her fleshy legs quivered. Her butt jiggled and shook on the counter. Her stretched pussy muscles pulled and sucked at the fat prick reaming in and out of her hot cunt.

Emmett growled in the back of his throat. His powerful butt cheeks clenched tightly together and jerked forward, driving his trembling prick all the way into the red, oily silk of Wendy's spasming cunt.

"Hoooeee, Emmett!" she squealed, kicking her legs into the air and opening them wide, taking his body fully between them. "I'm comin', baby! Drill me deep! Gimme a gusher! God! Yaaaagh!"

Emmett growled again, saying no words, only noises of animal lust. His prick bucked violently and exploded, hosing the inside of her pussy with hot, spurting cream.

The stuff spurted from her red hole and drooled down the front of the kitchen counter. They whooped and shuddered, and Emmett grabbed her in his arms again and swung her around, his prick still pumping up into her body.

Monica watched and licked her lips and shuddered. She didn't want it to happen, but her pussy tunnel squirmed slickly all the way back to the end of her vagina.

Her flat tummy rippled with each stroke of Deke's finger up and down her slit. Her cheeks trembled against the opening pressure of Harry's thumbs, and her asshole pulsed in and out when she felt his breath wash moistly over it.

"Ohhhhhh, don't..." she whimpered.

She felt his tongue lick up her asscrack. He did it again and again, making the deep groove slick with saliva. Then he centered the tip at her asshole and rimmed it again and again, wetting the rubbery mouth until it blazed with sensation.

At the same time, Deke had put his face to her pussy, tipping his head back slightly. "Slick her up real good, Harry," he said.

His tongue slurped up her slit. The point circled her clitoral bud and made the tiny organ stretch and fill to erection and tingling sensitivity.

"Ahhhhhh, don't..." Monica whimpered again.

She gasped and put her hands on the top of Deke's head. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. It didn't work. She felt her pussy begin to run with honey.

He slurped it up. She whimpered quaveringly and cast a glance toward her brother. She saw that he wasn't having any luck either. His prick got thicker under Carla's relentless sucking and finger fucking of his asshole.

Then Harry stood up behind her again. He lifted his long prick up and placed the head against her slick asshole and pushed tentatively.

"Oh-h-h, Whit..." she gasped.

It was the sound of surrender, of hopeless defeat, of pointless resistance to the inevitable. As if on command from the secret thoughts of her mind, her pussy tunnel gushed forth a wad of honey into Deke's mouth, and her asshole began to quiver open.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Ahhhhhh -- God! He's fucking my asshole!" she cried heatedly, shaking her head, her ass and hips quivering wildly. "Whit! Whit, it's going in! His prick! I can feel it going up my butt! Ahhhhh, I'm squeezing and squeezing, but I can't stop it! Whit!"

"You bastards -- you bastards..." Whit choked, watching it happen.

He couldn't believe the length of that prick of Harry's. He watched Monica be bent over slightly at the waist so that her asshole was elevated and opened for the spearing shaft, and then he watched it disappear slowly between her round, tight cheeks.

"Yaaaaagh!" Monica cried throatily, saliva drooling from her lower lip. Her tits shook. Her cheeks clenched and clamped. But there was nothing she could do to stop the relentless penetration of her butt.

She felt her anal mouth spread and quiver. The big head popped through the muscular ring with a rubbery snap. And then her whole bottom became more and more filled with hot, throbbing cock.

At the same time, Deke's mouth was wide open under her dripping, flowing pussy. His tongue battered her clit and made her gasp again and again. His hands were wrapped around her hips, and his fingers held hey asscheeks open for Harry's cock.

She tossed her head around and happened to see her brother once through the dizziness of her mind. His prick was shiny and fully erect. Carla was slipping her pursed lips up and down the full length of it.

She didn't blame him. He'd tried. She'd tried. There'd been no chance of success, that was all.

"Ahhhh, God!" she cried with a whimper.

She felt Harry's pelvis push up against her round globes. His pubes crushed and tickled against her skin. She knew he was in her butt to his root then. Her pussy shuddered and pulsed freely about Deke's sucking lips.

"She's ready," Deke said, taking his mouth away, wiping his chin and cheeks of her honey. He looked at his sister. "That's real good, Carla," he said. "It's nice and stiff and wet. You can stop sucking him, honey. Don't make him come."

Carla lifted her mouth away with a loud suck. Whit's cock trembled and bucked. She kept her finger up his asshole, screwing around in small circles.

"Ohhhhh, Deke," she moaned heatedly. "I got hot! Hurry and do it and then fuck me hard!"

"Ready, Harry?"

"Aw, man -- wait just a minute," Harry gasped bassily. "God, her ass is tight! Man, it's gonna make me come! Just a minute -- there! Yeah, there! I'm gonna come! Ah! God -- ahhhhhgh!"

He groaned loudly. His hips jerked forward. His long prick bucked hard in the depths of her butt. It spat and spewed, and a warm flood of sperm filled Monica's shaking ass.

"Ahhhhh, he's coming in me!" she cried. "I feel it -- hot and syrupy! Ahhhhhh, my God!"

Her hips jerked forward, making her asshole fuck along Harry's prick with a tight, slippery grip. Deke stood in front of her, and he pushed his chest up against her tits. His hand cupped her pussy as her anus pulsed and shivered. His fingertip rolled her clit, and she didn't have any alternative but to come and come.

"Yaaaah, Whit!" she cried.

She shuddered all over. Her tits swelled. Her pussy mouth flapped and foamed. Her ass drank deeply of the hosing mass of sperm flooding into it. Her knees quaked, and she fell against Deke and shuddered shamelessly.

"Okay, Deke," Harry gasped. "Now's the time." He pulled his long prick out slowly, making her anal ring tremble and shake. When he popped free, she cried out and shuddered. Then she felt herself being lifted off the floor by them and carried toward her brother.

Her eyes were hooded and half glazed. She couldn't see him clearly. But she saw the shining rod of his wet prick standing straight up from his lap, and she groaned with shameful, illicit lust.

Deke had one thigh and butt cheek. Harry had the other. Carla angled Whit's prick with one hand while she masturbated her sweltering pussy with the other and stared between Monica's thighs.

Whit stared too. They forced her thighs apart and brought her forward so that her feet were on either side of the chair and her brother's trussed body.

"Whit -- Whit..." she moaned.

"Oh, Monica -- I didn't plan it this way! I swear I didn't!"

She knew. She could tell. And it suddenly didn't matter. In fact she was glad her brother's prick would be the one to burst through her cherry and fuck into her virginal cunt.

She'd wanted Burke to be first. But of the others here, she would far and away take her brother to any of them. And there was nothing to do but take the advice he'd given her earlier. Enjoy it.

Her pussy mouth stretched wide open. Her asshole parted with it, and Harry's sperm ran out of it and dripped onto Whit's cock, making it even more slippery.

Carla was masturbating so hard now that her other hand jiggled all over and made the head of Whit's cock slip and slide all over her crotch.

It sucked between her pussy lips and plucked at her virginal mouth. It prodded at her clit. It mashed her cunt petals and slid under to her asshole and went partway inside when they lowered her too soon and lifted her off again.

She moaned and shivered all the while, feeling her crotch be set ablaze by the slippery sponginess of her brother's cockhead. Whit's cock throbbed and jerked with each searing touch of her heated, slippery folds against the sensitive glans.

Wendy and Emmett watched, too. She was sitting in his lap while he was in one of the other chairs. They both faced Monica. Wendy swiveled her fleshy ass around and took the thick plug into her butt, moaning and rolling her tits and stroking her pussy at the same time.

Then it was done.

She felt the wide head at her cunt mouth. She felt the silky muscles expand and stretch. She felt the taut membrane over her cunt tunnel begin to scream toward the point of rupture.

"There!" Carla cried heatedly. "It's in! Let her down! Make him fuck her open! Ohhhhh, I'm so hot!"

She was lowered slowly. She looked into her brother's eyes. She forgave him for what he couldn't help.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried tightly, her hips wrenching in their tight grip. "Ohhhhhhh, you're fucking me, Whit!"

They let her all the way down. The pain stabbed through her body and then became caught up in other sensations. She felt the silky folds of her pussy quiver and suck at the invader into their midst.

She felt her brother's cock throbbing and jerking inside her. It went in and in and in.

"Ahhhh, Sis! Your pussy's so sweet and tight! Ah, God! What a sweet cunt! Ohhhhh, honey, I'm going to come! I can't help it, Monica! Don't hate me! Don't... ahhhhhhgh!"

He arched up as much as he could, straining against the ropes around him. She felt his heated, sucked-on cock buck wildly. Then he was spewing a huge, flooding wad of cum into her virginal cunt.

The first sensation of heated wetness was electrifying. She'd dreamed about it for days. Now that she felt her first prick blast into her pussy, she arched her neck and spine and thrust her tits against her brother's mouth and came violently, shuddering and yelling.

"Yaaaah, Whit! I'm coming around your prick! My brother! My brother's spurting prick! Yaaaaagh!"

"Ooooo, Emmett -- flood my hot asshole!" Wendy cried, shivering all over his lap as his thick plug burst forth again.

"Ohhhhhh, Deke -- fuck me, honey -- fuck me!" Carla cried, swirling her hand over her dripping pussy.

She fairly lunged at her brother, taking him to the floor, ripping his pants down his hips and grabbing his rigid cock. She lay on top of him and wriggled her hips against his, feeding his prick into her hole.

Whit looked around his sister's shoulder and watched. Carla's spread ass was pointed right toward him. He saw the length of her brother's prick slide right up her hot cunt and fuck furiously.

His own prick jerked inside his sister's tight, shivering pussy. There was only a moment of rancor in him. He watched the heaving rump he'd thought had belonged to him. He could see the pink-brown asshole he'd fucked and fucked. He could see the sucking pussy lips, bloated and slippery with honey as they puffed around the root of her brother's prick the way they used to puff out around his.

When he saw the grinding clash they made against each other and the sudden spurt of white sperm oozing out around her cunt lips, something let go within him, and he didn't care about Carla any more.

Monica sat on his lap, facing him. She couldn't get off. She held his prick deep in her wet pussy and let the tingles jump shamelessly through her body. She sighed and leaned against his chest, her tits flattening. She rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder.

"I really blew it, didn't I, Sis?" he said softly.

She nodded silently. Her pussy squeezed reflexively around his imbedded prick. "I think I'm going to come again, Whit," she gasped quietly. "Oh, God -- and to think how depraved I felt when you just squeezed my tit this afternoon."

"Go ahead, honey. Come all you want to. You don't have to hold it back. It'll be our secret, I promise. I remember what it was like the first time. You just come and come."

"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned again, her voice quivering. Her pussy sucked and drew. She couldn't stop it. The sensation was too thrilling. "Now!" she whispered in his ear. "Whit, now!"

She squealed softly in the back of her throat, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Her cunt muscles spasmed. Tingles shot all through her body, and she couldn't keep her ass from wriggling in his lap.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Oh, God, that feels good, Sis!" he gasped. "Aw, shit -- I'm going to come too! Honey, your tight pussy's just drawing it up from my balls! I'm sorry! God, I'm sorry!"

"It's all right, Whit! Come! Ohhhhh, I can feel it pumping into the back of my pussy! Ohhhh, God, it's exciting!"

"Hey, they're doin' it again!" Wendy cried, pointing her finger and jiggling all over.

Monica moaned. Nothing was secret. Nothing of her life had ever been secret.

"I'm gonna fuck that there hot cunt now, Harry rumbled, pulling at his long prick."

Wendy waddled over, sperm dripping from both her holes and running down her thighs. "And I'm gonna titty-fuck that hot prick! Get her off, Harry!"

She and Harry lifted Monica from Whit's lap so quickly her gripping, tight pussy nearly folded inside out. "Ahhhhh, Whit!" she cried.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Whit yelled.

"Stop me, buddy," Harry cackled, folding Monica over the arm of the couch. Her ass thrust into the air. She turned her head and cried and sobbed and flopped her hands helplessly behind her back, straining at the rope around her wrists.

She felt Harry dabble in her wet pussy folds with his fingers. "God damn, she were a virgin!" he said with surprise. "The juice is pink. Hot damn -- a tight hole!"

He aimed his long cock and put the head between her bloated lips. He pushed forward. The long, long prick ran up her pussy -- up and up.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" Monica cried, lifting her head from the seat of the moldy, stinking couch.

Thrills chased up and down her spine. She couldn't stop them. His prick slid in and out with long, steady strokes. She could just see Whit from the corner of her eye.

Wendy was between his legs, playing with his prick, sucking at it and jacking it and hefting his balls. Then she took her big soft tits in her hands and licked the nipples and wrapped the flesh tightly around his standing cock and rolled them up and down the stalk.

"Titty-fuck!" she cried. She dipped her head and sucked the head of his prick as it peeped between the mounds of flesh. "Make it shoot, rich boy! Gimme some oyster stew to drink!" She giggled and farted a dollop of sperm from her asshole.

Emmett came over, big and hairy. He held his fat prick to her lips. "Get it hard, twat," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck me some fresh cunt too, just as soon as Harry's finished."

"Aw, Emmett!" Wendy cried.

"You're fuckin' him, aintcha?"

"Just with my tits! It ain't the same, Emmett!"

"Get it hard," he growled again.

She sucked his prick. Whit looked at the monstrously wide and stubby dick. She could barely wrap her lips around it. He shuddered, thinking what pain his sister was going to suffer.

"Hot damn! What a tight twat! God, she's strippin' it!" Harry bellowed. He grabbed Monica's hips and bore against her upturned ass and drove his cock into her cervix and let it explode there.

"Eeeeee!" Monica cried sharply, tears coming to the backs of her eyes. The thing felt as if it were coming out her throat! She felt the powerful blast of sperm at her womb.

She heard Emmett's guttural growl. She felt the long prick be pulled from her pussy. Her lips quivered and sucked, and then they wrapped around a tree trunk.

Her eyes popped open. "God, no!" she cried.

A pole split her middle. She was thankful it was a short pole, at least. Hair covered her butt like a fur blanket. Hard, thrusting jabs made her whole body shake.

She couldn't believe how wide her pussy stretched. It quivered and shuddered, and electric jolts shot through her. She couldn't stop them.

"Ali! Ahhhhh!" she cried, over and over.

"Bitch knows she's gettin' fucked now, by God!" Emmett cackled, banging and jabbing into her spread cunt hole.

"You fuckin' her, I'm gonna fuck him, Emmett," Wendy challenged.

She didn't wait for a response. She climbed into Whit's lap, forcing her meaty thighs around his.

She held her pussy lips open and looked down at her red, dripping hole as she centered it over his prick and sat down.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned, chewing rapidly on her gum. "How ya like that for hot pussy, rich boy! Ohhhh, yes -- jerk around in there and give it a bath, sweetie!"

Monica's head buzzed. Sounds were foggy. But she heard her brother's grating cry of orgasm, and she couldn't contain her own any longer.

Her pussy clamped tightly about the fat prick up it and shivered. "Eeeeeaaaah!" she screamed.

Emmett's big prick hosed into her upturned hole, filling it, making it overflow. Slippery juice boiled from her twat and flooded over the arm of the chair, some of it running up her slanted belly.

The sounds grew fuzzier and dimmer and then stopped altogether, as if she were in a dark, soundproof room.

The door opened. Daylight came through it. She opened her eyes. There was a new stink in her nostrils. She saw that she was on one of the mattresses on the floor.

There was weight on her back, a rhythm thudding against her ass that drove her pelvis into the hard stuffing. Then sensation came dully through her abdomen from her pussy, and she knew there was a hard prick fucking in and out of her twat.

She didn't know whose it was at first. Then she became conscious of the sweat on her asscheeks, as if her butt were covered by a fur blanket.

Her pussy muscles screamed from the stretching she was getting. She heard a guttural growl and felt a firehose blast hot fluid into her body.

People came into the cabin. "Are you fucking her again?" a voice said with a trace of disgust -- Deke's voice.

Emmett rolled away from her, pulling his wet prick from her throbbing twat. "Yeah, what of it? It's nice ass. Why don't you try it? Shit, all you fuck is your sister. Goddamn pervert, that's all you are."

Deke stood over them and looked down. He shook his head and made a snort of disgust. "Christ, she isn't even conscious. And you call me a pervert. Notice the pronunciation."

"Fuck yer Goddamn big words. What the hell does my cock care if she's awake? Any action yet?"

"You're in too big a hurry, Emmett. It's been only five hours. We might not pick up the money for a few days yet."

"Shit! That's dumb! Lettin' it sit on that bare island! What if some fuckin' fisherman sees the marker and gets curious and takes off with the money, huh? What if they're watchin' the island?"

Deke sighed. "The marker's too small to be seen unless you know it's there. And there's no way anybody can watch the island from a boat without our seeing the boat first -- that's why I chose that particular island. The only way they can watch it is with a helicopter, and we'll surely see that. Relax, Emmett. Amuse yourself with fucking an unconscious girl again."

He turned away. Emmett sat up quickly. "I hear a boat!" he grunted.

The cabin became still. Monica moved her head. She could just hear the buzz of an engine. She looked farther around and saw Whit. He was still fled in the chair. Carla was fucking him, posting up and down on his prick.

"You weren't such a bad fucker after all, honey," she said breathily. "I'm going to miss you, you know that? Ohhhhh, come on, Whit -- let it go. Squirt up into my pussy! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey! Watch -- watch me masturbate while you're fucking me, and then you'll come in me!" She reached down and fingered her pussy and his imbedded root.

"Carla -- shut up!" Deke said sharply.

The buzz grew louder. Harry looked through the window. "There it is -- over there," he said, pointing.

Deke went up beside him. They watched for a long moment, saying nothing. The buzz grew to a maximum and then began to fade. Deke turned away from the window.

"Just some kid in a boat," he said.

Carla stopped holding her breath and let it explode from her mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, her ass churning over Whit's prick. "God, oh God -- that was wild! Having to hold it like that! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her orgasm ripped through her. She didn't stop moving. She fucked her wet pussy up and down Whit's prick until he turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth and couldn't stop the climax she drew from him.

"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, as if disgusted with himself for giving in. But then she always could make him come.

She rose from his lap on wobbly legs, stretching her lithe body sensually. "Ohhhhh, I just love all this fucking, Deke," she said, going up to him and kissing him fully. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Enjoy yourself, honey," he said. "They won't be here much longer."

She cupped her brother's crotch fondly and squeezed the meat there. "Emmett's right, sweetie," she said. "You ought to slip your prick up her pussy and give her a good one while she's here. It's a nice pussy -- real sweet and slippery. I won't mind at all, honey. Why should I mind? I've fucked her brother enough. It wouldn't be fair if you thought you shouldn't fuck her."

"I like them alive and willing," he said.

"I'll wake her up, then. I know how to wake her up. Come on, sweetie. You need a change from your little sister."

"He can fuck me, Carla," Wendy piped up, snapping her gum. "How about it, Deke? Wanna fuck my hot hole?" She held her pussy lips open with her fingertips and made her pink bullseye spasm with contractions of her pussy muscle.

Deke turned away from the sight, trying hard not to shudder. He looked at his sister, who was holding back a giggle. "Maybe you're right," he said. "I'll get you later, Wendy," he smiled, giving her a wink.

He and Carla moved over toward Monica. "What a slobby dog," she heard Deke whisper.

They crouched beside her. "Hang on, sweetie," Carla whispered back. "This is the last we'll ever see of them. You can suffer through it a little while longer."

Deke sucked his teeth. "I don't know. I wish there were some way the two of us could get away and check that island."

"You know they won't let us do that. They don't trust us either, you know. We'll just have to do it by the plan -- you and Harry do the checking, while Emmett and Wendy and I stay here. We'll try to get it all, but if we can't, it's still lots of money, sweetie."

"Are you sure the gun's missing?"

Carla sighed and nodded silently.

"It's Harry. He's got it. Emmett's too dumb to think there's anything more powerful than his muscles. We're going to have to search Harry some before I get in that boat with him."

"I'll do it, Deke. I'll stall him."

"How?" He looked at her tensely. "No!" he whispered. "I won't let him fuck you! Neither one of them! I don't want either one of them touching you!"

"Honey, it doesn't matter -- it's just another prick. You haven't cared about Whit, have you?"

"It's different! Whit's... he's civilized!"

"That's the way we're going to do it, Deke," Carla said firmly. "I'll stall him, and you check the boat. Come on, sweetie -- it's just once, that's all. He won't ruin me for you. I'll still love you. I'll still have the same hot, sweet pussy for your wonderful prick. Honey, be reasonable."

"God..." he choked, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck Monica, sweetie. Fuck her until you can't come any more. That'll make up for once with Harry, won't it?"

She reached between his thighs and fondled his prick. She undid his zipper and took it out. She fondled it openly and pursed her lips and sucked it until it was hard.

All this happened right over Monica's head. She could hear the wet sounds. She didn't twitch once while they were discussing their plans.

She wondered what she could do. If she could get her hands free, then she could offer herself to Emmett while they were gone and... But Whit had to be untied too...

She could think of nothing. First of all, she had to get untied.

"Ohhhh," she moaned thickly, pretending to be just coming awake. "Ohhhhh, my wrists -- my arms!"

"Well, she's awake," Carla said. "Look there, honey. Now you can fuck her." She held her brother's rigid prick in her hand. "Look what Deke's got for you, sweetie."

"Ohhhhh, my arms..." Monica moaned again. Carla licked her lips. "Honey," she said. "If I be nice to you and untie your hands, will you give my brother a nice, sweet fuck? Will you do that?"

"Oh, yes!" Monica moaned, jumping at the opportunity.

"You're sure, now. He's not like the others, Monica. He hasn't touched you. He's not like that. He has to have the girl be willing and warm. Can you be that way for my sweet brother?"

"Ohhhhh, Carla -- I promise!" she cried. She felt her heart pound. "Especially, if you suck my pussy first and get me real hot -- like you did in the car."

Deke's prick jerked. Carla saw it. She licked her lips. She was willing to do anything for her brother.

"My, you Sanderhoff's just love my mouth, don't you. All right, Monica. It's a deal."

"And I'll suck yours again while he's fucking me. Oh, God -- yes, I'll do that, Carla! I didn't know fucking and sucking could be so wonderful!"

Carla looked at her brother. "There you are, sweetie. Now, you just come and come and get rid of all that tension baffled up inside you."

She worked at the knot. She freed Monica's hands. The blood rushed to the tips of her fingers and tingled painfully. She rolled over onto her back and noticed the way Deke's eyes followed the motion of her tits.

He gazed up and down her body and pushed his pants all the way off. Carla ran her slim hands up and down Monica's body, letting them sweep along her inner thighs and over her mound.

The touch was gentle and warm. It was a delightful change from the ramming and stuffing her pussy had suffered. The fingers dabbled in her pussy lips.

"Ugh!" Carla choked. "I've got to wash that slop out of there first. Emmett's leftovers is the last thing I need."

She got up and went to the sink and worked the pump, soaking a cloth. She started back.

"God-damn!" Emmett blurted. "You mean he's actually gonna fuck somebody besides you? Shit, this I gotta see!"

Carla gave him a cold look. "You keep clear, Emmett."

"How'd you like a fat cock, bitch."

"She wouldn't know what to do with it, honey," Wendy said, her voice thick with jealousy. "But I do! Man, I know what to do with that big prick! Come on, big stud -- how 'bout a lotta fuckin'?"

She waddled over and climbed into his lap and sank her twat down over his dick very quickly, before he got any more ideas. She fucked him furiously, until he finally wrapped his arms around her chunky body and chewed on the end of her tit.

Carla returned with the wet cloth and got between Monica's thighs and gently and thoroughly washed her pussy and ass. Then she set it aside and crouched, scooping her hands under Monica's rump and lifting her pussy up and open.

She looked into the hole. "It's not the same, sweetie. It's going to be better this time. I won't have to hold back. I'll be able to fuck my tongue up in there and make you real hot."

"Ohhhhh," Monica groaned, her body twisting.

Oddly, it wasn't fake emotion. Carla was a sensual girl -- exciting. Her touch was gentle and thrilling. Monica felt the warm breath on her pussy, and her hips twisted again.

The kiss came, open mouthed and sweet. She felt Carla's tongue flutter into her pussy hole. Then it slid far into her silky tunnel and wriggled there, feeling very good.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" Monica moaned. "That's good! I love it!"

Deke watched. He licked his lips. His prick jerked several times with growing interest. Carla licked all over Monica's crotch, wetting her pussy, making her juices gush forth, making her asshole slippery and pulsing with sensation.

"Ohhhhh, I'm hot now!" she cried.

Carla lifted her face. It shone with moisture. She milled warmly and lovingly at her brother. "You heard, honey," she said. "Come enjoy yourself."

Deke seemed eager. He positioned himself between Monica's thighs, aiming his prick. It was a nice, normal prick. And he was still handsome, no matter what kind of bastard he was. Monica concentrated on that, and it was easier to do.

He slit forward. His prick entered her swimming cunt. "Ahhhh, God!" he cried softly, sinking down on her.

"You like it, honey?" Carla asked, happy with herself in being able to make her brother happy. "Fuck her, honey -- fuck her hard and come in her all you can!"

She tugged at Monica's arms in a signal, and Monica slipped them around Deke's neck. Again at Carla's urging, she lifted her thighs around his waist and rocked her cunt up and wide open and began to move with him, giving him a good fuck.

She closed her eyes. She pretended he was Burke, stroking his prick in and out of her body, loving her. She felt her emotions rise, and she knew she wasn't going to have any trouble coming.

She moaned and tossed her head, feeling Carla's hands on her tits and hips. The hands ran over Deke's pumping butt, too. Deke groaned and got ready to shoot his load into her.

Monica rolled her head to the side. There was a crashing sound. Her eyes shocked open, and she saw Burke.

It had to be a dream. Could she really imagine him that hard? Could pretending take on such solid reality?

There were shouts. And then she saw Chester, too, and she knew it had to be real, because she wasn't even thinking about fucking good old Chester.

There was another man she didn't know. He wore a kind of uniform. He looked like an older version of Burke. She lifted her arms as if she'd be able to reach around the man fucking her and cling to Burke.

"Burke!" she cried. "Honey, I'm coming!"

She shuddered and did it just as Harry bellowed and a deafening blast filled the cabin and blotted out all sound. There was a cry of pain, and she saw her Burke clutch his arm and spin around.

Wendy screamed and screamed, even after the second thud of sound, a deeper, more authoritative whump that shook dust from the boards in the ceiling.

Harry was flung backwards against the wall, and his gun flew, clattering to the floor. There was a big hole in the center of his lanky chest. Smoke curled from the barrel of the gun in Chester's hand.

Emmett growled and launched his impenetrable, hairy body at Chester's stocky one, and they became two bulls locked in deadly combat. Wendy screamed and screamed.

Whit rocked his chair back and forth, unable to burst free of his bonds. The chair walked across the room slowly. The older Burke beat at the back of Emmett's thick neck until his grip on Chester weakened and Chester was able to beat him to the ground.

She felt Deke try to rise. Instinctively, she clutched his neck with the full force of her lithe arms and held him against her.

"Carla -- the gun!" he choked. "Get the gun!"

Wendy screamed and screamed, holding her big tits in her hands as if to protect them from harm. Whit was neatly across the room, rocking the chair inch by inch.

The legs gave way just as Carla reached for Harry's gun on the floor, the aged glue in the struts cracking sharply. The ropes puddled, and Whit's foot kicked out, catching Carla in her cunt.

She screamed and dropped and writhed on her side, her hands clutched at her crotch. She wasn't masturbating this time.

Monica felt her arms weakening. She was going to release Deke any moment. She saw Burke staggering toward them, blood running down his arm and dripping from his fingers as he clutched the wound.

"You raping bastard!" he cried. "That's my girl!"

He kicked out hard. The toe of his swamp boot thudded into Deke's ribs with a cracking sound that made him bellow. Wendy screamed and screamed. Burke's father went to her and slapped her face hard, and she stopped.

Chester stood over her. He puffed. He suddenly looked too old for this. He reached down and swept her up into his strong arms and held her tightly.

"It's all over now, Monica," he said.

She wailed out a wrenching sob and clung to him, shuddering the whole length of her young body, never wanting to let go of him again.

He carried her to Whit and looked down at him. Then he reached down and lifted Whit to his feet and put his arm around Whit's shoulder fondly -- the first time he'd ever done it.

"Let's go home, Whit."

Whit looked at him. "I don't dare," he said, his chin trembling.

"It's different now, boy."

"It was all my fault, Chester -- my idea."

"He knows. I told him why. He knows he's done it wrong up to now. Trust me, Whit -- it's going to be different. It's going to be all right. He -- uh -- he had a stroke. He's, all right, now. He's been waiting for this so long it got to him. Now he realizes there's no way to stop it from happening. You've just got to live life and take the risks."

"Are you sore, Chester?"

"Furious." He smiled. "But I'll get over it too. He needs you now, Whit. He needs a son to take over. He'll settle for a bright grandson, and the hell with who he looks like."

"Oh, Chester!" Monica sobbed happily, hugging him again, loving the strong old body.

"I thought we were sunk," Whit grinned finally. "How'd you do it, Chester? I could have sworn I gave you the slip last night."

"You did. It hurts my pride to admit it, but you did. It was Burke and his father who came across your car back on the hammock. Burke called the house, and then he went looking. When he saw the boat docked here earlier this afternoon, he radioed in, and his father got in touch with me."

He looked at Monica. "There's another change," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You won't have to pay such close attention to that bougainvillea arbor any more. Your young man is welcome any time."

Monica turned her head. Burke was standing next to her, grinning from ear to ear despite his arm.

"Oh, Burke!" she cried happily, hugging him.

"Better get dressed, honey," he said, all too conscious of her nudity and his father's presence at the same time.

"Just for now," she whispered. She went serious. "Oh, Burke -- I wanted it to be you!"

He looked at her and swallowed down a lump. "That's good enough, Monica," he said.

It was all she wanted to hear. She put her head into the hollow of his shoulder and sobbed with happiness and relief.

Chester drew himself and Whit away from them. He surveyed the row of tied-up people and watched Burke's father pull the last knot tight and straighten up.

"I think the best way would be to get the Marine Patrol out of Naples," he said. "I'll radio them."

Chester nodded, then glanced toward Monica and Burke. "Why don't you and I take a walk and look at the water, Mr. Hammond? Talk a little, I have the feeling we're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other."

"His arm," Hammond said.

"It's not that serious. Just winged him. I think she can fix it better than either one of us."

Hammond hesitated. "She isn't even dressed."

Chester grinned. "Hell, you're not that old. He's growing up, Mr. Hammond. Don't make the same mistake Galt did."

Hammond grinned back. "Fair enough," he said.

They left the cabin, taking the others with them. Monica pressed her naked body against Burke. Then she drew him toward the bedroom and closed the door.

She lay back on the bed. She held her arms open and took him in them. She reached for his prick and found that it was stiff and eager.

"It's the best one, darling," she said. "Ohhhh, fuck me and make me feel clean and good and right!" she cried.

He didn't get to ask if she was ready this time. She didn't give him time.

THE END

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