After several minutes, her emotional storm was over, and she lay dry-eyed, on her back, now, staring up into the darkness of her lonely room. She was alone, she had decided. No more, would it be possible for her to re-kindle a feeling of warmth in her for her mother. There is a thin dividing line between love and hate, and Charity felt disgust, betrayal and contempt for her mother, at that moment. Did she hate her mother? Most probably, she did. Her youthful idealism had been shattered, brutally, within a few moments, as she discovered that her mother had feet of clay. The mother who had nurtured her and trained her had become, suddenly, the lowest creature on the earth, and the girl did not know why… perhaps would never know why her mother had done what she had done. The youth that was Charity was all too ready to condemn… ready to hang a label… ready to hate what she had loved. Later, perhaps, with maturity of thought on her part, she would be able to reason it out, but at this excruciatingly painful moment in her life, she could only feel… feel the betrayal and the sudden hate; most of all, she felt the aloneness, as though she were lost in a trackless forest, her last dismal hope of rescue gone as the wild animals seemed to close in on her, their cries echoing in the blackness of the night.
The roar of Donnie's motorcycle crackled in the still darkness. She listened as he parked his bike and heard his footsteps as he walked along the side of the house, passing her window, on his way to his sleeping porch cubicle at the rear of the small cottage.
Donnie! Donnie, her little brother, was all she had, now. Suddenly, she didn't feel so alone. He would understand how she felt. She had to talk to someone, and Donnie was the only one she could talk to, now. Her heart was so near to bursting that she had to share her burden with him, ask him to prop her up, give her the moral support she needed. Yes! She would have to lean on Donnie… because it was just the two of them, now!
She listened, carefully, straining her ears to catch any sound coming from her parents' bedroom. There was none, and she assumed that the strange man had left, for, surely, she reasoned, her mom would not allow him to stay with her for the rest of the night.
Slipping quietly from her bed, she slipped from her room, threading her way, carefully, through the dining room and kitchen to the back porch. Unexplainably, her heart was beating wildly, and she realized that she had not thought through how she would tell her brother about what she had seen and heard in her mom's bedroom. Her face flushed. She could feel the warmth rising from her neck to her hairline. How could she tell him? What should she tell? Bear God! It was such a delicate subject. How could she bring herself to tell even her brother that their own mother was a common whore?
She stood, silently, before her brother's closed bedroom door collecting her thoughts and her composure. Inside, she heard Donnie moving about, and she assumed that he was preparing for bed. She hesitated. Should she bother him, now? Her own agitation was too great, she decided. She had to talk to him, tonight! Dear God! She felt that she would go out of her mind, if she did not talk to someone… someone who would listen. Someone who would be sympathetic.
Charity tapped lightly on Donnie's door. "Don… can I talk to you…?" she murmured in a half whisper.
There was a moment of silence, then she heard him answer, "Sure… why not?" The door opened, his rather grim face poked out at her, and he held the door open for her. She walked in. He closed the door, looking at her guardedly for a long moment before he asked. "What's with, Sis…? You look all uptight and strung out?"
She turned to him, her eyes beginning to mist, again, "D-Donnie… I've got to talk t-to y-you…! I-I saw… S-saw…" She stopped, unable to continue for a moment. She swayed against him. Instinctively, Donnie caught her in his arms, her soft body molding itself to him; he could feel the trembling of her limbs and knew that she had experienced something that had severely upset her. It was nothing trivial.
"What's wrong, Char… you're shaking like a leaf? What's bugging you?"
Sobbing softly against his shoulder, she said, "J-Just a minute… or two… and I'll be able to tell you…"
Don held his sister close while she sobbed, inconsolably. He stood awkwardly, his arms around her, not knowing what to do for her. He had the strange feeling, suddenly, that he felt closer to his sister, in that instant, than he had ever felt before in his life. He stroked her back with his hand, hoping that it would stem the flow of her tears, and as he did so, he became, increasingly, aware of her lovely young womanliness. The supple, pliant flesh of her back, under the thin material of her nightgown, was warm and smooth to his touch. His hand drifted almost naturally down to the curving swell of her round, firm buttocks, feeling them silky under his hand. God! His sister's body was really something else! He had never held her close, like this, before, and unbidden, unwanted, he felt the sudden flood of his pounding blood into the flaccid tube of his penis. His cock rose to partial erection, quickly. It throbbed and jerked in the confines of his jeans, and he decided that he shouldn't be that close to her. She would certainly be aware of its erect condition in just a moment.
He murmured, "Let's sit down, Sis…"
She nodded her head in agreement. Together, they sat down on the edge of his bed. He tried to pull away from her, but she clung to him, almost as a child would cling to its mother.
"Come on, Char…" he said, "lay it on me…! What's bugging you so much?"
Charity pulled back from him then, wiping and dabbing at her eyes to clear them of tears. She drew a couple of deep breaths; a deep sigh followed. Her smile was weak but brave; she felt as though she could control herself, now. The flooding torrent of tears, she realized, was only the womanly side of her showing. Now, she would have to be objective… describe what she had seen and get her brother's reaction and views concerning it. Objectivity, she recited to herself… objectivity and reason had to be applied to this, as to any other problem.
She pulled her feet up and sat back on her spine, doubling her knees and hugging them to her. In this position, she rocked back and forth for a moment. She could talk, now, and she began: "It was just awful, Donnie… what I saw… tonight! That's why I-I was so upset…"
Donnie lounged back on the narrow bed, pulling his own knees up, as he lay on his side facing his sister. He looked up at her and said, "Yeah… I know… the waterworks and all that… but what in hell did you see…? You haven't said anything… yet!"
"Well… Mom came home, as usual… but there was this man with her… and they were in the bedroom… and he was…"
"Fucking her?"
"Donnie… please!" she chided, the sound of the word offensive to her. "Yes…" she went on after a moment, "only he… d-didn't do it… like you'd expect… h-he put his thing in her m-mouth…" She turned away, her embarrassment flooding in on her, again.
Donnie was blase, unimpressed, "So? She sucked him off?" he said, spreading his hands and lifting his shoulders. "What's the big deal…?"
"H-He p-paid her for it…!"
He grinned at his sister, knowingly, "So… you finally found out?"
"Y-Yes… I-I guess… S-so…" She still couldn't look at him. "I-Is she-she really… a… A…?" Her sentence remained unfinished.
Her brother finished it for her. "A whore… The plain truth is… yes, she is!"
Charity turned, then, and searched her brother's face. "Wh-What can we d-do Donnie…?" she asked.
"Split!" he spat.
"Leave here?"
"Like I'm gone… as soon as I clutch a little more bread!"
"Take me w-with you… Donnie?" she begged. "It's so mixed up… and all… and I-I've already d-decided t-to r-run away! Please… take me…?"
"You Christ, Sis… how'd you get along? You haven't even tried to be a part of it… you don't know how to talk… or act… or dress… or anything! You're square!"
Her eyes began to mist, again. "Then, y-you won't t-take m-me…?"
"Hell! I didn't say that… but you've got a lot to learn!"
"Then… you c-can teach me!" she brightened, leaning forward and planting a kiss, impulsively, on his cheek.
Don stared at his lovely sister, his mind racing, heart thumping, wildly, while down below, his virile penis throbbed, achingly. He couldn't believe the havoc her innocent kiss played on his emotions. Could he do it? Christ! He wasn't sure! She was his own sister! And, what he felt for her wasn't just love for a sibling.
No! It was much more. She was a beautifully budding young woman, a woman to be loved… loved well, with the hardened rod of his maleness. He wanted her. He had to have her!
With a trembling hand, he reached out to her and gently pulled her down beside him on the bed. His voice was hoarse. "Char… how much… do you want to learn…?" he asked.
She struggled to sit up. "Don! Wh-What a-are you d-doing…? What d-do y-you… Mean…?"
He knew, then, that she was not ready to go the route he was thinking about, but maybe she could be brought around to it. He knew a way to it. His own experience and what he had learned from other kids, as well as what had been written in various popular magazines, told him that the turn-on from pot was the way to reduce inhibitions… intensify desire and add to the pleasure of sex. Should he try it on her? Damn! He ached to find out. She was so God damned beautiful… so innocent and virginal! And, if she really wanted to go on the street with him, she'd have to know all about grass and sex. Anyway, he rationalized, I could lay it on her right! Make he understand it… and like it… Hell! It'd be better if I did it… instead of some heavy dude that might mistreat her!
He allowed her to sit up, then sat up, himself, facing her with a serious face. "Listen," he said, "you know… almost all the street people blow grass… POP pills or drop acid."
"Yes… I-I've heard all about th-that."
"Everybody to their own bag like… but I don't go the pill or acid route… or the hard stuff, you know, H for heroin. People blow their minds that way…! And it's not worth it… so stay away from it! Don't let yourself get strung out!"
Charity struggled to understand his jargon. She got most of it; she heard it a great deal, not only from Donnie but from her classmates; however, she had made no effort to speak in that manner herself.
She cocked her head to one side and surveyed him, gravely. "What you're saying then… is that marijuana… i-is the only one that's s-safe…?"
"Yeah… and a hell of a lot cheaper!"
"Isn't it against the law?"
"Sure… but some day the laws could change… and pot's the only one that's got a chance of being legal…!" he explained.
"Why?"
"Nobody's ever really proved that it's bad for you… or that it leads people to the hard stuff!" he rationalized.
"H-How do y-you know…?" she queried.
"Christ! I've been blowing grass for over a year!"
She was aghast… completely surprised at his admission. She could only gasp, "Donnie!"
"Yeah… Donnie!" he mimicked. "And, it's the most! There's no turn-on like it!"
"I-I didn't know… Y-you…"
"That's what I mean… it doesn't string you out… up or down! When it wears off after a couple of hours… you're right where you were before. No after-effects… no side-effects!"
"You make it s-sound… sort of… well, you know… n-nice…" she murmured.
This was it, he decided. He would lay it on her. She just might be ready, now. His selling job must be working. Casually, he arose from the bed, ignoring the fact of the distinct bulge in his jeans where his throbbing cock demanded release, and walked to his bureau. In a moment, he had one of the joints he had hidden there. Holding it carefully in his hand, he turned to his sister and said, "I'm going to toke up… You can blow some with me… if you want… but I've got to trust you! I don't want you to go spilling your guts about it! It's got to be secret… just between you and me… O.K.?" Her eyes widened in surprise and a fleeting look of fright passed over her face. "Y-You've g-got some of i-it… here?"
Swiftly, he checked the curtains at the window, making sure they were closed, then locked the door. He held up the homemade roach for her to see. "Yeah… right here!"
In wide-eyed fascination, Charity watched as her brother sat down, again, beside her, extracted a book of paper matches from his pocket and lit the marijuana cigarette, drawing the sweet-smelling smoke deeply into his lungs, holding it there for long moments before releasing it then exhaling the bluish-grey smoke with controlled slowness. He smiled at her.
"You ever try smoking, yet?"
She crimsoned. "Yes… I-I didn't l-like it…!"
"This's even easier… than regular tobacco, Sis," He drew a deep breath. "Want to blow a little?"
The rich smoke he had exhaled so close to her gave her a heady feeling. She couldn't help inhaling some of it; it was thick in the small room, already. She nodded her no.
He took another deep puff, going through the same ritual of deep inhalation, holding and slow exhalation, blowing the smoke, purposely, into her face.
"I-It smells funny…" she observed.
"It'll relax you…" he said, languidly. "It makes the whole world beautiful… for a little while. There's no problems… and there's nothing but love… The whole world is love… and everybody loves everybody. What Mom does… isn't important anymore! This's where it's at… the turn-on to love… and beautiful things… for beautiful people!"
Her brother's voice, somehow softer, more musical… almost lyrical, washed over her, mesmerizing her, and she saw that he was being influenced, already, by the narcotic effects of the marijuana. She realized, too, that he was seeing things that were presently barred to her. He was in a world far distant from hers… in a world of love and beauty. True, it was a world of unreality, but the reality of this world, the part of it she had witnessed only a little while before, had been too much for her. That was the reason she was here, in Donnie's bedroom. She had felt so alone that she had come to him. For solace? Yes. For sympathy? Yes… But, Donnie wasn't there with her, now. He had fled… or was he leading her? At any rate, she knew that the real Don was not here; he was experiencing another world, a world from which he was beckoning her, urging her to follow him there to bask in the pure sunshine of that other place. Oh, God? Dare she follow him? The bridge over which she must cross was a flimsy one. It was only smoke, and yet… it was the way. She could see it hanging in layers in the room. No… perhaps it was not a bridge, after all. The smoke from his roach was an elevator. She looked up into the dimness above the light. What was there? She didn't know. Could she reach out to the smoke, grasp it and pull herself, carefully, over to the other side where Donnie waited? If she did not… she would be more alone than ever, and he was all she had, now. She bad to be with Donnie. Oh, God… I've got to find Donnie, again!
With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch his arm. "D-Donnie…?" Her voice was small, the voice of a frightened little girl. "I-I'm so s-scared… and l-lonely…"
He gave her a bemused look. "Here's where it is… Sis! It's in the smoke! It's the smoke that sets you free! You want to turn on… now?" He extended the joint to her.
For a moment, she looked at it with next to loathing. The thing he was offering to her could be a monster in disguise. She was truly frightened.
"Here! Take it!" he said. "It's the only way you'll ever find out!" He put the cigarette between her fingers.
Suddenly, she knew. He was reaching out to her from that other, more beautiful place; he was reaching out to her and almost, literally, dragging her into it. Dear God!
She held the burning marijuana cigarette in her own hand and stared at it, unable to bring herself to put it to her own lips.
"You won't be sorry!" her brother urged. "You're sure… D-Donnie…? No after-effects… a-and n-no s-side-effects?"
"None!" he assured. "… And, it'll be everything I told you it would be! I wouldn't lie to you!" He stifled an urge to put the narcotic cigarette in her mouth for her, force her to smoke it, but he knew he couldn't do it that way. She would have to make that final move of her own volition. That final decision had to be hers.
Hesitantly, Charity raised her hand, the roach held awkwardly between her fingers, as she brought the wet end of the paper tube to her lips, placed it between them and inhaled lightly, drawing some of the smoke into her mouth.
Don watched her with a mounting sense of elation. Christ! She's going to do it!
She blew the smoke out of her mouth, experimentally, and Donnie said, "You've got to draw it into your lungs and hold it for a while."
Again, she tried; this time, successfully getting the smoke into her lungs and holding it there with determination, before she exhaled it. She coughed. "It feels k-kind of s-strange."
"It'll start taking effect… in just a little while," he assured her.
"H-How much does it t-take… t-to t-turn on?"
"You know… like maybe three or four deep drags."
She took another, deeper, longer puff on the joint, drew it deep into her lungs, and while she was holding her breath, extended her hand to give him back the cigarette. He took it from her and smoked in his usual, careful style, handing it back to her, again, as she slowly exhaled, clearly following his example and directions.
"I-I don't really f-feel any different… yet." She was still a little tense and frightened.
"Give it a chance, Char… but you'll know when it starts to turn you on."
They smoked, now, in silence, for several moments, passing the roach back and forth between them.
She recognized the feeling of euphoria as it overtook her. There was a feeling of well-being, but she noticed that now, although her movements must have been normal, it seemed to take an interminably long time to raise her hand to her mouth to take a drag. Time seemed to be standing still.
This must be it! Like Donnie says, "This's where it's at!" She looked at her brother long and hard, studying his face. Strange, she had never noticed the tiny mole just below his left eye, before, but of course, it must have been there all the time.
Her fears began to fade. The tenseness in her muscles was vanishing. She relaxed and lounged back against the headboard of the bed, as she watched the patterns of the smoke in the still air of the bedroom. The stub of the joint was getting shorter. She took a final puff and handed it back to her brother, watching as he dragged on it, then extinguished it carefully, saving the unsmoked portion of the dried hemp leaves and destroying the remaining paper by chewing it to a pulp and swallowing it.
As she watched him, she began to realize how truly handsome her younger brother was, and again she found it strange that she had never thought of him in that context. He's really a good looking boy… almost a man, I should say… so strong and… well, manly.
Charity closed her eyes. She knew and understood the physical reasons for the pattern of lights she saw, seeming to appear just behind her eyelids, but she had not known that they could be so beautiful. What was I so scared for? There's really nothing to be afraid of… really. It just seems like all my senses are sharper… and brighter… I can hear better… and see better… notice things that I never noticed before… that is what seems so strange.
Opening her eyes, she looked directly into her brother's penetrating blue ones. He had shifted his position to lie back against the headboard beside her, leaning over her, slightly. He grinned at her engagingly and said, "Sis… are you starting to feel it, now? Is it turning you on?"
"I don't know… Donnie," she said with languor, no trace of the former slight stutter of fear in her voice.
Then, matter-of-factly, he told her, "When you're turned on… all the way… we're going to make love! I'm going to fuck you!"
She, strangely, felt no surprise at his words. It was as though she had expected them, or her normal reaction to them was thwarted, turned aside, as it were, for in a perfectly civilized conversational tone, she answered. "We can't do that! Remember… I'm your sister…"
But, she experienced a tingle of excitement, a tiny tremor in her, and she was aware of it like a minute spark struck from a piece of flint against hard steel. She was the tinder box into which the spark of an idea was directed. She had no idea how powerful that one spark would be!
"We'll just forget that… anyway, it's been done lots of times… by other brothers and sisters…"
"Who… for instance."
He thought a moment. "The Pharoahs of Ancient Egypt!" he said.
"Well… we're not Ancient Egyptians!" She didn't really feel like arguing the point. All she felt like doing was relaxing and letting the feelings of euphoria wash over her.
"We could pretend…"
"Pretend what…?"
"That we were Pharoahs!"
"Let's talk about something else, Donnie… something like the musical I'm going to sing the lead in."
"I told you I thought it was great… didn't I? Let's talk about sex! Did you ever see this?" He grinned lewdly, as he pulled a book from under the edge of his mattress. Opening it, he showed her the graphic pictures of sexual intercourse with all its variants. Consistently, all of the women were beautiful and shapely, and all of the men were endowed with penile members of monstrous proportions.
Idly, she glanced at the photographs as he turned the pages. They did not really interest her, until she saw one depicting fellatio.
"That's what Mom… and that man were doing… except that he made all the motions with his hips… And…"
"He was actually fucking her in the mouth…?" Don filled in her incomplete thought.
"I wish you wouldn't use that word… It's awful sounding!" she said. "Anyway, that's what he said he was going to do… and he did! I don't see how Mom could…"
"Could stand it?"
"Yes."
"She probably liked it… most women do, after they learn to do it!" he instructed.
"Ugh!" She made a face of distaste.
"Don't knock it! Did the guy have a big cock?"
"Please… Donnie! Do you have to be vulgar all the time?"
"Like I said, Char… you're going to have to learn all the words!" he said. "Did he have a big prick?"
"How would I know! It was sort of short and fat like!" She indicated its dimensions with her hands. "I think," she added.
"Was it bigger than mine, Char?" he asked, boldly reaching down to loosen his belt and unzip his jeans, then dipping a hand in to release his erect, throbbing penis and bringing it out into full view. Instinctively, Charity looked away, at first, but at his next words she looked down, fastening her eyes on it in amazement.
"Look at it, Char!" he had snapped.
"Oh, God! No… you're much bigger!" she gasped, unaware that her little brother had developed so much.
"Have you ever touched a cock, before?"
She blushed, instantly, and looked away. "Do I have to answer that?" countering with a question.
"I guess that tells me! Who was it, somebody I know?"
Remembering, with a rush, the orgasm Bill Cartwright had brought her to, and the subsequent ejaculation she had induced with her hand, she became aware that there was that same warm glow in her loins. All of Donnie's talk of sex, the memory of Bill… and above all, the still present impression of the lewd sex act she bad witnessed involving her mother, all of these, in addition to the inhalation of the smoke from the marijuana cigarette, were working on her, insidiously, pushing her nearer and ever nearer the brink of sexual desire. She squirmed her thighs together to stem the rising tide of her passion. It was only a tiny movement, but Don saw it and knew that she was becoming aroused, that it would be only a matter of a few minutes before she would be ready, and, hopefully, willing to give up her virginity to him. Don was certain, in his own mind, now, that he would carry it through to completion. Christ! He had to, now! He was so damned hot, himself, he didn't know whether he would be able to wait any longer, but he had told himself that he would go slow, make it good for her, too; after all, he didn't want to force her. It was bad enough – taboo – that he wanted to fuck his sister, but he sure as hell didn't want to be accused of rape! She had to be willing to give her consent!
"I-It was Bill, Bill Cartwright." Charity murmured.
"Did he fuck you?"
"Donnie!" she spat. "You know better than that! I've never… done that!"
"Then, did you suck him off?"
"Really, Donnie!" She was exasperated. "I-I just used my hand to, to…"
"Jerk him off…?"
"I think the right word is… masturbate!" she said, huffily. "… And, he did the same thing to me!"
"Well, lay it on me, my sweet sister isn't so innocent after all!" he taunted, playfully, reaching over to her and cupping a round, proudly upthrusting breast in his hand.
His touch was fiery to her. The sensation seared her, scorching down through her belly to burn brightly and furiously in her already warmly inflamed young pussy. She tried to shrink back away from him, but he followed, keeping his hand on her and feeling the bud of her nipple expand and grow under his hand. Then, he rolled the tumescent tip rapidly between his thumb and forefinger, before he left it to do likewise to its mate.
"Oh, Donnie… p-please… don't d-do that…! I-It's not right!" she pleaded. "After all… you're my brother… and…"
"We've already settled that…! We're going to make believe that we're Ancient Egyptians, remember…?"
"That doesn't m-make it… r-right."
"Brother-sister, right-or-wrong! To hell with it! Who cares! It's right now that counts…! And sex is good! Sex is beautiful! You didn't tell me… but I'd bet that Mom was turned on, tonight… flipped out coming to orgasm… wasn't she?" he pressed.
Charity remembered the scene, vividly. "She was cooperating… then, at the last she used her fingers on herself… to…"
"She finger-fucked herself to cum?"
"Y-Yes…"
Her brother's hand began to move, slowly and deliberately down across her flat stomach, the feel of his hand as hot as a searing branding iron. She squirmed and drew her legs up to impede his progress toward the soft, sparsely curling hair of her pubic mound. She couldn't deny the sensual, salaciousness of his caress; it was even more intense than the time she had allowed young Cartwright to use his hand on her there. It was a thrill, almost a near spasm of lewd sensation that surged through her, and in her present state, under the influence of the marijuana, it seemed that eons of time passed, during which she savored every never-ending message of sexuality as his hand passed so slowly and searingly over her vibrant body. The thin material of her nightgown might as well have been non-existent as she experienced his exploration of her genital mound.
But, even through the narcotic fog in her brain, there was a still, small hesitant signal from across all civilized time, a signal that came down to her through the long line of past generations, a signal that said: this is taboo! It is wrong for sister to lie with brother in sexual congress! This you must not do! Thou shalt not…!
Oh, God…? I can't let this go on! It'll end in only one way, and it's wrong! I can't let my own brother do it to me! It's incest!
With a supreme effort of will, she twisted away from him, removing his searching hand with her own, swung her legs to the floor and stood to her feet, her eyes flashing as she told him, "N-No, Donnie! God no! I-It's unthinkable!"
She was not fast enough. Donnie caught her around the waist as he moved, quickly, to sit on the edge of his bed. His hands moved to encircle her hips in lithely powerful arms, drawing her in close to him, his hands, simultaneously, slipping down to grasp the full roundedness of her buttocks, massaging and kneading the firm young cheeks with his strong fingers. He laid his head against her breasts and blurted, "Christ, Char…! Don't run out on me, now! The party's just beginning! It's too late to run, I've gotten so hot I've got to fuck you…! And, I know you're hot, too! You want it just as much as I do… so why don't you relax… really let yourself get turned on… and enjoy it!"
Struggling, futilely, in his strong grip she said, "No! Donnie… no!"
He went on, "Anyway… it'd be better… if you did it with me… for the first time…! Better than with some goon who'd mistreat you! Let me show you, Char! You'll love it… once you decide to do it!"
Don reached down, grasped the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her loins completely to his aroused gaze. Swiftly, then, he slid from the bed to his knees, swinging her around with him and keeping a firm hold on the rounded fullness of her smooth-skinned buttocks. He bent his head back, slightly, as he sat back on his heels to bring his face close up to the vee of her crotch; then, with tongue extended, he moved deliberately, letting it slide into the top of her hair-encircled vaginal slit, pressuring the tip of it inward and parting the outer, fleshy lips to find the tiny, erect shaft of her clitoris.
Summer lightning played there in her loins where he probed and licked, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Charity's lips. She stared downward at him to where his face was buried in the dark, auburn curls of her pubic mound and felt the searing sensations wash over her, not understanding how it was that her own brother could evince such intense feelings of sexuality in her.
"Oh, Donnie! No… p-please don't…! Oh, Oh! OOoohh!" she protested weakly.
Oh, my God! My dear God!
She was alive, suddenly, with sensation, her whole body, it seemed, suffused with the tingling warmth of the keening nerve endings that sent their messages of promised rapture to her brain, overriding all other rational signals to the thinking brain. She felt! She existed in the sensate, only; her whole body was inflamed with desire, a wanton craving for fulfillment. Never had she known such intensity, before, as the ravaging tongue of her own brother brought her to full sexual arousal. God! She could feel the moist warmth of his pillaging tongue and the grasping, smoothing and massaging of his strong hands as they moved, constantly, in their caressing of her buttocks, hips and smooth, tapering thighs, and she was being driven wild with desire. Suddenly, she knew! She wanted it. She wanted it just as much as Don did! Oh, God! Forgive me! It's wrong! It's depraved b-but I can't help it… I can't help myself…!
She made one last effort to forestall what she knew now had to happen; indeed, it must happen or she would go insane.
"P-Please… Don… w-we can't! We m-mustn't…!"
Her brother moved his head back, momentarily, and said, thickly, "It's too late… Char! We're both beyond the point of no return! Hell couldn't stop it, now!"
Her rational mind – at least, a portion of it that still functioned – recognized a certain truth in what he said, and she knew that the juggernaut of sexual desire that they had released was plunging forward and downward with inexorable speed and force, carrying them with it in its mad, wild, careening course. They could do nothing to stop it! They were trapped in a sensate tangle of illicit, salacious sexuality. Dear God!
Quiveringly, her hands that had gripped his shoulders moved up to cradle either side of his head, pressing his face in close to her trembling loins, unconsciously, giving him her tacit permission to continue; indeed, her hands pressuring against the back of his head urged him on to even greater effort, as his tongue plunged wildly in and out of her sensate cuntal furrow, sliding easily along the short length of her female bud, the seat of womanly sex.
… And, again, unconsciously and instinctively, she relaxed the tension in her leg muscles, allowing her thighs to spread submissively apart as she moved her feet to a wider stance on the rug and her pelvis tipped up with the flexing of her hips to begin a tiny countering back and forth motion to the in-and-out movement of her brother's hungrily licking tongue.
She moaned, softly, the building ecstasy almost too much to bear, but there was another flash of lingering abhorrence that swept through her, a momentary emergency of conscience that tried to tell her: stop! Stop before it's too late! But even as the swift signal reached her mind, there was the jamming counter-signal of the prurient, salacious desires that agitated her loins, demanding, commanding her immediate compliance. The moment was lost! Nothing remained but the potential rapture of wanton joy in their illicit sex act. It was too late! Forgive me! Dear God forgive me!
Her brother stood to his feet, then, sliding his arms up around her, carrying the hem of her nightgown up and over the full round firmness of her breasts, and, automatically, she lifted her arms over her head, reluctantly allowing him to remove the thin garment from her vibrant, young body. He tossed the gown to the top of his dresser, carelessly, and swept her into his sinewy arms.
Charity felt herself crushed against his hard, youthful body, her naked breasts mashed flat, painfully, between them, while below, the hardness of his fully erect, throbbing penis pressed into her abdomen, the heat of it being transmitted to the sensitive skin of her belly. She found herself, then, reciprocating, as in spite of lingering fear, her arms went around him, her hands moving in caresses of affection and love up and down his back, her face tilting up voluntarily for his kiss.
His lips sought hers, found them and welded themselves to her half-opened mouth, his tongue snaking out to burst voraciously between her lips. Her taste buds, sensate and sharpened by the marijuana, detected the flavor of her own vaginal secretions on his tongue, and she wondered at its zest, savoring it. A sudden half-thought overtook her. What does his taste like? Somehow, she found the thought erotic, in the extreme. She wanted to taste it, now! Under the present aegis, she was propelled toward the desire; however, she would have been hard pressed to explain it, for just a few moments previous she would have cringed away from the idea, just as she had been outraged to witness her mother's participation in a lewd oral sex act. A change had taken place in her. Now, she looked forward to it. She wanted to take her brother's excited young cock in her mouth to suck… to love… to give him what she knew now must be a wonderfully satisfying sexual sensation. She guessed it, fathomed it, by her new-found knowledge of herself, as Don's tongue had licked her between the thighs to wild, wanton desire.
Suddenly, she felt as though her legs would no longer support her; they quivered, and she felt them giving way under her. A hand went out to the edge of the bed to keep herself from falling as a wave of dizziness overcame her.
Don, aware that she needed to be lying down, supported and helped her onto the bed, then, began, hastily to strip his own clothing from his eager, anticipating body. As he stood tail above her, he devoured the perfection of her lush, young nakedness, his eyes roving over her taking in every detail of the voluptuous beauty of her. Christ! She's the most!
"God damn it, Sis… You've really got it!" he said.
Charity writhed on the bed in an agony of need, watching as her brother stripped naked before her, standing finally, lithe, lean and muscular, his hard, fleshy penis standing out in virile erection at an acute angle, aiming itself at his navel, while below his testicles, she noticed had been drawn up taut within his scrotum. Oh, his penis is so huge! I-It'll never be able to fit inside me! There's never been anything bigger than my finger in there!
Remembering her virgin state, a feeling of fear arced in her chest, causing her heart to pound, momentarily. Oh, God! I-It'll tear me… hurt me… terribly!
He noted the intent direction of her gaze and grinned at her. "Bet you're worried… Aren't you…?" he asked.
"W-Worried… about what, Donnie?"
"I saw you eyeing my cock, and I got the idea you were worried about whether I'd be able to get it in."
In spite of her trembling body, she had to smile at him; she was not sure whether it was a case of mind-reading or a case of inflated ego. Lightly, she returned, "There is a difference in size, that is…"
"Don't worry, Char… I'll stretch you a little with my finger first… then, I'll fuck you!"
Charity loved her brother, more than ever, from that instant; his seeming concern for her, in the face of his own great need, overwhelmed her. Thank God! He was not going to ram his big thing in her right away; instead, he was going to be slow and gentle, just as he had said he would be.
"Oh, Don… oh, my Donnie…" she murmured.
Then, he was beside her on the bed, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her breasts, belly, thighs and pubic mound; finally, his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her genitals, massaging in a general way the whole oval of her pubic triangle. Her pelvis moved in tiny, churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was fully aroused… would remain so until she exploded in orgasm. Christ! He was so hot, himself! He wasn't sure that he could hold off much longer. He had to get his cock in her little cunt and fuck her! His balls ached from his great need, and his prick throbbed, painfully.
Shifting his position, he moved to kneel between her legs, levering them apart as he crawled part way into the open vee they made, then lifting by the knees, he flexed them and splayed her thighs wide apart to expose her young virginal cunt completely to him. His eyes gazed hungrily down at her nakedness, the coralline flesh of her vaginal split glistening moistly in the dim light of the room, and peeping out between the fleshy lips of her vulva he could see the deeper coral of the inner petals clasped tightly between the fleshy folds of her virginal pussy.
It happened then.
She felt his finger tracing the thin furrow of her exposed female slit, and she squirmed, involuntarily, beneath the tantalizingly salacious probing. Moaning aloud in an emotional agony of sensual desire, as the electric shock of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her legs, she squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, her moan changing to a helpless mewl under the impact of his taunting finger. The sensitive flesh of her vagina seemed to cringe as he gently parted the fleshy, hair-lined folds of her vulva to expose the moist, pink and tender tissues of her virginal cuntal opening. She sensed the wetness present in her vagina and knew that it was the result of her high state of sexual arousal, a condition she had not wanted; however she was so entangled, now, that she knew there was no retreat. Again, an uncontrolled moan of sheer pleasure emitted from her lips.
Then, oh, then… Oh, God…! She felt it so plainly! Don, slowly, inserted a finger, probing it deeply into the depths of her cuntal passage, then moved it in and out for several slow teasing strokes before he began to move it churningly around and around just inside the tiny, pulsating mouth.
There was a slight pain. She gasped, "Oh, Don… p-please don't h-hurt me…"
"Don't worry, Char… I'll stretch it good before I put my cock in it!"
Again, a twinge of pain caused her to jerk her hips down and away, squirming them down into the softness of the mattress.
"I've got two fingers in you, now!" he reported excitedly.
The slight pain was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as he finger-fucked his sister in and out, around and around for a few moments; then, a more severe pain seared through her. She moaned, "Oh, God… that hurts!"
"Just a little more!" Donnie assured her. "Now I've got three fingers in you!"
Flashingly, the scene passed before her eyes, again. She saw the strange man on her mother's bed using her mouth for a lewd, cunt-like receptacle, his short, thick penis sawing in and out… but, below, as her mother had reached her climax, she had reached down to shove three of her fingers into the depths of her own vagina, stabbing them in and out with reckless abandon to achieve her orgasm. And, her brother had just told her that he, at this very moment, had entered three of his fingers into her own seething cunt.
Oh, God! Three fingers…! He's got three of his fingers in me! It's not possible…! but, that's just the same as Mom was doing!
Now, there was another, sharper twinge of pain, but somehow, it didn't bother her as much as had the others. Was it possible, she wondered, for a person to get used to having pain, even to learn to enjoy the sensations of pain? She remembered, dimly, that there were people like that. Dear God! Could she become one of those people? The thought fled from her, but the idea had been planted. Could it ever germinate and grow in the fertile soil of her sexual inexperience?
"How's that, Char?" her brother breathed heavily above her. "I've got four fingers in now! That ought to stretch you, enough! Christ! I've never seen a tighter or a cuter little cunt than yours!"
"Don… Oh, Don… it's starting to feel so g-good!" she mewled. "I-I don't want you to stop!"
Then, she found that she was reacting with vigor to counter the manual manipulation of her now widestretched vagina, her hips moving, uncontrollably, in wild gyrations under her, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance of sex around the probing fingers. Then, she knew: this was but a preview of what was to come when her brother would finally put his huge penis in her… and… and actually fuck her.
She was appalled. She had actually thought it! Oh, God! I said it to myself… but I don't believe it! How could I do it? I've never even considered using a word like that…! But, oh, God… it feels so good! I've got to have it! I've got to have… his c-cock in m-me… Fucking me!
A wave of disappointment washed through her, when a moment or two later, she felt him remove his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy, and she had the feeling that she was empty, unfulfilled. She raised her head to look down between her mounding breasts to see her loving brother leaning forward, his face coming down between her open thighs, and she understood, instantly, his intentions. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved. Three times now she had thought those words: fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me? I'm… I'm being coarse… and immoral… thinking thoughts I've never thought before!
Between his sister's legs, Don placed his hands, strategically, against the soft, warmly smooth flesh of her inner thighs and gazed down, hungrily, at the narrow, pink oval, fringed so delicately with the soft, auburn hair, where droplets of dew shown, glisteningly moistening the gently pulsating petals of the inner lips. He was pleased to see that he had stretched her without drawing blood. Using his thumbs, then, he slowly parted the outer, fleshy lips to reveal the coralline vestibule of her cuntal passage, and he saw that the soft pink flanges of her hymen were cleared from the opening. There seemed to be only a mild irritation from which she would recover, almost immediately. He was secretly pleased with himself and his thoughtful technique. Idly, he wondered whether or not he would have been so considerate of another girl, not his sister. Hell! I'd have just shoved it in… I think… but Char? Christ! I had to do it right for her!
He drew her cunt lips a little farther apart, laying the moist, fuzz-lined flesh wide open to his lustful eyes. Smiling up between her thighs lewdly, Don told his sister, "Damn, Sis… you've got the sweetest, tightest little pussy I've ever seen!"
Charity gazed back at him through passion-glazed eyes. She supposed that he expected her to say something in return to what he meant as a compliment, but she couldn't think of a single thing. Words failed her; instead, a deepthroated moan came from her, "Ooooooh! Don! Don! Donnie…!" At the same time, she felt herself lift her pelvis up to him, offering her cunt to him… to do with as he would, and it was involuntary… uncontrolled… instinctive. She was a woman on the brink of orgasm, a woman who needed to be filled and fulfilled… to be frictioned and stroked by a cock until she exploded into climax.
She felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her secret and sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, still looking down the valley between her breasts and across the flat plain of her belly to the softly curling mound of her sparse young pubic hair where she saw her brother drop his head, his face almost disappearing into the split of her legs, nuzzling in against the sensate flesh, and she felt the full length of his long, agile tongue slide wetly up into her quivering, more-than-ready vagina. He grunted, the sound animalistic as it emitted from his throat. Her body responded, automatically, convulsively, at the wet, electric sensation, her body lurching up to him, then grinding back and down into the softness of the mattress to escape the intense, galvanic thrill that seemed, momentarily more than her overloaded nerves could bear; however, in the next instant, her hips flexed to raise her voraciously moist cunt to him, once again. Unbidden, her throat gave voice to her utter commitment, her complete and total physical and mental surrender to the lewd rapture that encompassed her and held her captive. There was no reprieve, no pardon… no solution except delicious delivery through orgasm. Her stomach churned with her agitation, and she wailed, now, in her entrapment, as her brother's tongue slithered in and out of her defenseless, naked pussy with wild, animal-like fury. She was deep in the throes of sex, her sensations heightened, intensified and amplified by the narcotic affecting her brain. The pot she had smoked had released all of her inhibitions. All the barriers were down. She was nothing but a feeling animal, an animal in rut that had to be fucked… and fucked good!
Blindly, her hands groped to find her brother's head. Finding it, she entangled her fingers in his long hair and pulled his face gently, yet firmly, in close, closer, to her wildly undulating vagina.
Groaning helplessly, her head began to flail from side to side. Oh, God! It was happening! All of it was happening to her. She knew it was true; she could feel everything down there, in her cunt, so clearly, as his tongue continued to race in and out with maddeningly sensual and rhythmic regularity. In ecstatic rapture, she moaned, "Ooooooh… My God! My Godddddd! Oooooooh, Don! Donnnnnnniiieee!"