"What were you doing?" he demanded, as if he didn't know damn good and well exactly what she'd been doing.
"Uh, well, I, er, I was ohhhh, sort of, uh, you know, uh, I was…"
But Les was already beside the videocassette deck, shutting it off and noting which tape she'd been watching. He turned back to her, his eyes taking in her luscious overgrown tits, her taut belly and her fringed cunt.
The front of his pants was a tent supported by the bulge of his rigid cock. Even in her confused fear, Amy found herself noting his prick and involuntarily recalling what it was like to have that same cock jammed into her. Her pussy began secreting anew. Her nipples blossomed once again. Her firm young, tits rose and fell.
"You're a regular little nympho, aren't you?" he growled.
Amy was too frightened to respond in any way.
"You love cock – and cunt, too, don't you?" he continued, slowly stalking towards her.
Amy swallowed noisily. He was frightening her, but he was turning her on, as well.
"How long have you been fucking around, little sister?" he snarled, putting heavy sarcasm into the last two words. "A year? Two years? As soon as those tits of yours started showing up – or even sooner?"
Amy took a step backwards. Les' face was flushed and his eyes had narrowed to slits.
"Who won't you fuck, little sister? Or should I ask what won't you fuck?" He kept advancing on her. "You've probably fucked every cock and half the cunts back home. You fucked your own big brother and sucked off his girlfriend. What about your other brother? Ever fuck him?"
Amy shook her head. "No," she managed to croak, retreating still more.
"No? How'd you miss him? Certainly not scruples?" Les suddenly reached out with one hand. Amy tried to turn away, but he was too fast. He caught her forearm and forced her to face him, tits heaving and swelling invitingly.
"And Dad? Have you fucked Dad yet?" he demanded. "N-no," she protested. "No, of course not…"
"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" he hissed. He brought his face up and covered her left tit. "You would like to…" he repeated, and slowly tightened his fingers in the soft mound of flesh until she winced against the pain.
Amy shook her head violently from side to side. "Les, you're – you're hurting me," she said.
He laughed hideously but released her breast.
Now his hand slid down over her belly to her cunt.
"You'll fuck anything. I know what was on that tape – the same perverted stuff Roberta loves to watch… that she'd love to try. Fucking dogs and horses. You're the same way, aren't you? Birds of a feather?"
His hand was between her thighs, his fingers forcing their way up into her constricted, but thoroughly lubricated young cunt. She winced at the first insertion, at the rough stretching, but then the pain was gone. Only the sensation of pleasure remained.
"You're sopping wet," he accused. "Uh-huh – soaked. You're turned on by what you saw, what I'm saying – and what you want from me." He twisted the fingers locked inside her, forcing her legs wider apart. Her knees bent, and Amy dropped before him until he had to remove his digits.
But then she was kneeling before her brother, and the big bulge of his hardened prick was directly before her eyes.
"Go ahead," he told her, his voice quiet and calm and commanding.
She hesitated.
"Getting selective all of a sudden?" he jibed. "Or are you beyond fucking human males?" As he spoke, he rested his hand on top of her head, running his fingers through her hair and drying his hand of her juices.
"N-no," she began, intending to say more as she struggled to contain her excitement. There it was, right before her eyes, just what she'd been craving! He was right about her, so right it hurt, but she was afraid to let him know it.
"Take it out, cunty little sister," he ordered. "Take it out and pay homage to the God you worship! Take it out!" His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging at it until it hurt. There was a clear promise of more pain to come.
Amy raised her trembling fingers to his waist and undid the wide leather belt. He was naked underneath. As soon as she opened his zipper and his trousers fell, the full length of his huge cock sprang free and struck her under the chin forcefully.
"Kiss it," he hissed.
Amy pursed her lips and kissed his cock.
His prick throbbed more powerfully as his little sister, whom he'd thought so virginal and innocent, kissed the head of his cock.
"Lick it," he said. "Kiss it and lick it and suck it and eat it! Eat it! Eat my fucking cock!"
Amy opened her mouth and toiled over the length of his prick, twirling her tongue about the bulbous, purple cocktip, taking the head and as much of the shaft as she could into her mouth.
The heat of his cock contributed to her own lust.
Amy ran her hands up over her brother's powerful thighs, all the time bobbing her head back and forth over his cock. She loved the taste of it, the feel of it, and the heat of it. The sensations seemed to transmit themselves all through the pleasure centers of her body: her tits and nipples, her clitoris and cunt, her thighs and ass. She was out of control, unable to stop herself. She trailed her fingers lightly over his prick as she concentrated her mouth work on the cockhead. She reached around his hips to pull him faster to her face.
But Les was having none of this. His fingers were still in her hair. He jerked her head back from him, then forced her to look up past the towering derrick of his cock and into his face.
"I run the show," he snapped angrily, "and you do what I want! You've been bad – very bad – and if you want to be forgiven, you'll submit to what I want, understand?"
"Y-yes, Les," she stammered.
By her hair, her face was dragged back to his prick. She opened her mouth and let him thrust his cockhead and part of the shaft inside. Then she clamped her lips about it. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked on his prick. The sound of her throat working filled the room.
He ground his hips at her, forcing his cock into her mouth until the thick head was against the back of her throat. She started to gag.
He was using her, she knew. She couldn't stop him – or at least, didn't want to. She was totally beyond her own control in every way.
But she'd let herself into it, willingly, if tacitly, and she was loving every second of it.
"Suck it, you little bitch," he growled, "suck it like you've never sucked a cock before and maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck your hot little cunt! But only if you're a good little cocksucker!"
Good little cocksucker, good little cocksucker… It echoed through her mind, became half of the goal of her existence for the moment. To be a good little cocksucker, what could be finer?
Nothing – except the promised reward of being royally fucked by her big brother's big brotherly cock!
Amy bore down all the harder, trying to increase the suction and the pleasure she was giving the hard, thick cock that rammed into her face. She let her fingernails lightly, tantalizingly, skim across the wrinkled underside of his scrotum and was encouraged by the abrupt additional throb of hot blood coursing through the heavy prick.
Everything else fell away from awareness except the long shaft of cock receding into a distant bush of wiry cock hair. Her senses were filled as was her mouth and as she hoped her pussy would be. Amy felt herself given over to the pleasure of her submission, found a sexual satisfaction in the total surrender of herself to the brutal use – or abuse – to which she was being subjected by her brother.
He heaved his hips forward, driving his cock past the constricted curve at the top of her throat and down into Amy's gullet. Panic struck. Her throat muscles constricted, contracted, rippled in a vain attempt to expel the oversized morsel of cock. But Les held her there, impaled facially upon his prick, twisting his hips from side to side.
"Fingerfuck yourself!" he growled at her. "Do it and I'll let you breathe!"
Amy responded with quick obedience, knowing that if she truly wanted to force him to free her, she had only to close her fingers on his balls or bite down with her teeth on his cock. She was anything but helpless, and had not been from the moment this had begun.
She forced her index finger up into the lust contracted sheath of her adolescent pussy and almost came immediately. She was so tight! Straining, she pushed a second finger in alongside and then began fucking herself with two digits while massaging her clitoris with her thumb and the heel of her hand.
Les reached down with one hand and fondled her swollen, outthrust tits, tweaking and rolling the stiffened spikes of her nipples gently. Slowly, he withdrew his prick, pulling it's massive head out of her straining throat.
Amy groaned with pleasure as he continued dragging her face back and forth over his cock while caressing and squeezing her tits. She fingered her own cunt.
Suddenly, he withdrew his prick totally from her lips. "Beg for it."
"Please – p-please f-fuck me, fuck me please. I need it so baaaaad…" she groaned and stammered, caught up in her frenzy.
"Then we do it the way I want it – understand cocksucker?"
"Yes, yes," she answered breathily, bobbing her head like a broken doll's. Amy knelt, thighs wide, with one hand working feverishly at her cunt.
"Alright, then, little bitch," Les condescended imperiously. "Crawl after me on your hands and knees like a bitch!"
Babbling semi-coherent nonsense that somehow meant she wanted what he'd promised, Amy did as she was told, crawling on hands and knees behind her brother's half-naked form. Her sweet little delight of an ass was perched high and waggled behind her as she scurried along. Her tits swung beneath her from side to side, firm and weighty with their curves.
Her cunt was drooling. It was exposed between her legs as she crawled, and each movement of her long, sleek gains caused her swollen pussy to be rubbed and compressed, sending additional chills of lust heat through her nubile young form.
She reached the bedroom, seconds behind her brother, and found him already stripped and sprawled on the bed. The water-filled mattress still undulated gently beneath him.
His cock towered above his loins like some Federal monument to sex.
"Up here, bitch," he said, patting the bed beside him. "Up!"
Since up was where the cock was and cock was what she wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment, Amy upped.
"Suck it," he ordered.
She looked up at him, anger and hurt in her face. Hadn't he promised that…
The look in his eyes stopped her protest. The hand at the back of her neck forcing her head inexorably down towards his prick helped, too.
Amy sucked. She prepared to give her brother the greatest head he'd ever gotten, so good he'd be afraid of blowing his load too soon and cutting short his command performance.
Opening her mouth until it felt as if her jaws would crack, Amy reached out with her nimble tongue and slowly twirled it around the head of his ferociously erected prick.
Les jerked on the bed beneath her, his prick expanding still more in response.
Slowly, Amy lowered her face until her lips were a cowl fitting over the bulging cock. She let her breath superheat the already purpled flesh without ever missing a beat in her tongue work.
"Suck it," Les groaned, almost a plea in his tone.
Still acting slowly, she let her lips fasten in the ring just behind the helmet head of his prick. Her mouth filled with saliva. Amy began sucking and swirling the hot moisture around her brother's big cock.
Within moments, Les was jabbing his hips up at her as his hand forced her face down. His prick was driving up into her open mouth, the head slipping down her throat and then withdrawing.
Amy's fingers were busy, caressing the insides of his taut thighs and the underside of his balls. She knew by the pulsing of his prick and the nervous jerking of his balls that he wouldn't last much longer under this kind of treatment.
Suddenly he pulled her face off his prick. "Sit on it," he gasped. "Climb on top and sit on that fucking cock, bitch!"
Amy was only too eager. She lifted her leg and was about to position herself when Les suddenly gripped her lithe, slender hips in his big powerful hands and stopped her.
"No – face the other way," he instructed her.
Amy hurriedly did as told – without ever releasing her grip on the rigid, pulsing bar of iron-hard cock beneath her. A moment later, and she was again straddling her brother's powerful thighs. Crouching like a baseball catcher, Amy bent over as far as she dared without losing her balance and watched what she did.
She spread the lips of her pussy with the fingers of one hand and guided the huge head of Les' prick to her small cunt with the other hand.
She felt the big cockhead press against the constricted opening and groaned with anticipation and pleasure. His meat was so wonderfully fucking big.
She let her hips down an inch, then another. The cockhead popped into her pussy. This was what she'd wanted! His cock was stretching her smooth young pussy almost unbearably, forcing wide the walls of the sheath beyond. For a moment, she did nothing more than hover above him, slowly rotating her hips like the clockwork action of a fine watch, first this way, then the other, feeling his stiff prick twist and chafe within her. The stretching was so great that her pussy lips were pulled tightly against the sensitive sides of her clitoris, and she almost came right then and there.
But Amy held off, drawing out the moment as long as she could. Her brother's hands were tightening spastically on her hips, and she knew that the pleasure was excruciating to him. She'd paid him her dues, and she was now going to reap her reward – in pleasure!
Finally, though, she began to let herself down. She slid down, slowly impaling herself on the fleshy spit of her brother's pulsating prick, feeling that huge head probe up farther and farther into her tautly indrawn young belly. She groaned as she felt all the bumps and twists slide between the nerve-covered inner walls of her labia and cunt.
Finally, she struck bottom, the coarse hair of Les' thick pubic mat grinding with pleasant, long anticipated friction, against the widely stretched lips of her barely pubescent pussy. Her clitoris was pressed tightly against the broad back of the thick, fleshy cock.
Amy let her head loll back. She felt as if his cockhead had reached all the way up into her belly, pushing all of her internal organs aside and literally filling her with its primal maleness.
Les reached out and covered her tits with his big hands. His fingers tightened on the masses of soft flesh, and Amy felt a flash of chill rush through her. Her cunt tightened spasmodically on her brother's wonderfully filling prick, and Les groaned loudly.
Finally, Amy began to work her slender hips up and down on her brother's cock. She put both hands on Les' muscular chest for balance and began fucking. Inch by inch, the big cock reappeared from the tautly stretched lips of the nearly hairless little cunt until just the cocktip was still delightfully trapped in her constricted cunt. She let her hips hover there for a moment, working them back and forth like a clockwork spring. Then she used her brother's mammoth shaft to apply pressure to her asshole and clitoris.
And then, she slowly slithered her salivating pussy back down on Les' cock.
She was now in control. The tiniest of muscle tensings and the hulking, handsome, suave man beneath her would writhe with an agonized desire and cringe with the need for release. She kept at it until she knew her own orgasmic explosion was only moments away. She was aware that when her cunt went into its mad dance of ecstasy, there was no way it could fail to milk the steamy white cum out of her brother's huge prick and balls.
Amy felt the welcome tingling begin somewhere in the region of her well-stuffed cunt. It spread, encompassing the tiny pink pinhole of her ass. She tried to keep her cunt under control, but she knew her control was slipping and Les was responding. Beneath her, Les' hands had fallen away from her hanging tit masses. His lean, athletic hips lunged and bucked.
"Hold still!" she hissed at him, suddenly freezing in midstroke. "Hold still or I'll climb off!"
She watched her brother's teeth sink into his lowerlip as he fought to hold his muscles in check. Satisfied, Amy resumed her slow fucking of her cunt up and down her brother's cock. Then suddenly she let her hips go berserk. She ratched up and down with blurring speed as the full rush of coming hit her.
She felt her brother's cock swelling to even greater proportions, felt the spasms of juice traveling the underside of his cock, and felt the first great wrenching heave of his cum slam into her with perceptible force. He came again and again, his cock vomiting the stuff into her. Les was otherwise completely limp beneath her.
A strange, rasping sound escaped his lips. He loosed the last of his load into her – all at once. It was like a rupturing had occurred. Amy felt herself suddenly filled with his slimy scum, so thoroughly stuffed with it that it almost seemed to be backing up inside her tightly packed pussy.
They finally stopped, and Amy collapsed weakly on top of her brother's form. Oddly, his breathing was slow and easy, as if he'd done nothing tiring. His arms came up to limply embrace her, and Amy was suddenly afraid. "Les?" she gasped breathlessly. "Les, are you alright?"
"I'm so high," he whispered, barely a breath of sound. "I'm so damned high… never… like that before…"
Satisfied, if bewildered, Amy surrendered herself to her own exhaustion and dozed atop him, tits crushed against his chest and pussy still tightly clutching the dwindling – though still massive brotherly cock.