Melissa cringed back against the wall, finding the sudden silence even more nerve-wracking than the barrage Creagon had been making as he pounded on the door.
Melissa had hardly managed to rush from the balcony to the door and secure the safety chain before she had heard Creagon outside in the hallway. Melissa had then heard the scratch of metal against metal.
He did have a key!
The doorknob had turned, but the inside chain held.
Thank God the chain held!
And, then the noise had begun. Creagon had pounded… and pounded… and pounded.
"Creagon, go away! Go away!" Melissa had screamed over… and over… and over.
And, Creagon had not answered her with words but with more banging. The door had creaked under the strain.
Now, though, it was quiet. Too quiet! Creagon had stopped pounding, stopped banging.
And, Melissa was trapped. There was no place she could go. There was only the door and the window.
My God, the window! She had sudden visions of Creagon outside right then with a ladder, climbing up to get her.
Melissa had turned from her spot by the wall, thinking to make a rush to the balcony, when something hit the door from the hallway with such a force, that the wood actually splintered around the holding safety chain. Another blow followed; and, the inside chain broke under the strain. The door came open with such violence that its doorknob pulverized the plaster of the wall when it hit it.
Creagon had kicked open the door. He stood there now in the open doorway, naked except for a pair of boots he had put on for the chore now completed. He was breathing hard from the strain of his exercise, his muscled chest rising and falling with the expansion and contraction of his rib cage.
"Creagon, for Christ's sake…" Melissa said, cowering. She had faded back once again to the wall, pressing so tightly against the plaster that she seemed intent on being assimilated by it.
"Breaking down the castle doors has excited more than one soldier to rape," Creagon said. He stood, legs slightly apart, arms akimbo, his cock reared up so stiff in front of his belly that all Melissa could see of it was the wide expanse of the cock belly and the blossoming of the heart-shaped cockhead. "Battle always makes a man horny. You might ask your husband to tell you about that some time."
"Where is my husband?" Melissa asked.
"Don't worry, I've taken care of both John and Marne for the moment."
And, Melissa didn't know whether she should have been filled with horror or relief over that particular revelation. Because, in the final analysis, it seemed highly unlikely that John would have offered her much assistance. Hell, no! If Melissa knew her husband, John would have, more than likely, been turned-on himself by Creagon's disgustingly animalistic display of male macho.
"Look at the mess you've made of the door, Creagon," Melissa said, hoping that by calling his attention to the more mundane things she could possibly get his mind off whatever else he might have in mind.
"When we have another of our little talks with the lawyers, I'll have them deduct the cost of one door from my share of father's inheritance, huh?"
"Creagon, I really think this little game of yours has about run its course, don't you?"
"Game?" Creagon asked, as if it was news to him that he was even playing a game. "What game?"
"This me-Tarzan-you-Jane act of yours," Melissa said, trying to make light of the whole frightening situation.
Why couldn't she keep her eyes from wandering back to her brother's hard cock?
"You think I'm playing games?" Creagon asked, giving Melissa a smile that seemed to contain more than just the humor. He swaggered into the room, his cock weaving back and forth… back and forth in front of his muscled belly.
And, had that huge, blood-engorged truncheon ever really been shoved up Melissa's cunt? Surely not! Jesus, surely not!
"I'm not playing any game here, honey," Creagon continued. "All of this is dead serious. Because, I've come to deliver you out of that puritanical cage our dear old man so successfully managed to lock you up in before he died and went off to rot in hell."
"What cage?" Melissa asked, refusing to believe what she was hearing. "Do you really know what you're talking about, Creagon?"
"Oh, yes, I know," Creagon said. And, his smile grew wider. "Oh, yes, I certainly do know. And, you know, too."
"Really, I don't, Creagon," Melissa insisted. She wanted to run. Jesus, she wanted to run! But where exactly could she run to? The only exit, besides the window, was the door. And, she would have never been able to make it past Creagon without his stopping her. "I haven't the faintest notion."
"Then, let me spell it out for you," Creagon said. And, his right hand dropped to his stiff cock and began to obscenely stroke it. "Daddy caught his little boy and his little girl screwing. No harm really done, of course but, daddy wouldn't believe that. Daddy was born in, generation that looked upon all sex as slightly tainted. So, he spent the last of his lifetime making you feel guilty."
"He was sorry," Melissa said, knowing she didn't like being forced into a position where she had to defend her father. "He did say he was sorry – in the end."
"The only thing he was sorry about was that he couldn't stick his cock in you himself," Creagon said.
"Oh, Creagon, don't even think such filthy thoughts!"
"That's why he was so put out, don't you know!" Creagon said. "He wanted you, and I got you. So, he punishes you, he punishes me, he punishes himself by locking you away in a school where the good nuns would rap your knuckles if your hand even got within playing distance of your sweet vagina."
"What do you know about those schools?" Melissa asked, embarrassed and indignant. "I was the one who went to them. Not you."
"So, you were, little sister," Creagon said. "And, you managed very well in pretending that the good sisters had converted you to their sexless ways. You probably even convinced our randy old man; so, any ideas of his ever trying to get his cock into your Christian-cleansed cunt would have put so many black marks in the big book against him that even his money would have never bought his way into paradise."
"You're disgusting!" Melissa spat. "You are a sick… degenerate… perverted…"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, save me the sermon!" Creagon said before his sister could think of any more damning epithets. "The speeches aren't going to do you any good anyway."
"What are you planning to do to me?"
"I thought I made that perfectly clear. I thought this made it perfectly clear," Creagon said, glancing down to call Melissa's attention to Creagon's cock which was still being caressed by the man's right hand. "I'm going to fuck you, sister. I'm going to fuck you long, and hard, and deep, and make you beg for more."
"Ooooooooooooo!" Melissa groaned. She couldn't help her automatic response. She… simply… couldn't… help… her… surprise.
"You're going to like it, too, Melissa," Creagon said. He dropped his left hand to his balls. He rolled his nuts between his fingers. "You're going to love it, just like you used to love it. And, you did used to love it, baby sister. Brother Creagon here remembers just how much you used to love it."
"Liar!"
"Oh, do you actually think I could ever have forgotten the way you were moaning and groaning, begging for more when our old man came barging into the bedroom?"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!" Melissa screamed. She had to get away. She had to get away! She simply couldn't listen anymore to this vile filth. She wouldn't listen to it, either!
"Where are you off to, little sister?" Creagon asked as he reached out and caught Melissa as the woman tried to rush by him to the door. The momentum of Melissa's moving body made the two of them stumble to the floor.
Melissa continued to try to get away.Oh, Jesus,how she tried!
But, Creagon was all over her. He seemed to be all hands, all arms, all legs. And, those hands of his were grabbing, and holding, and pinching.
"No… no… no!" Melissa screamed. She tried to scratch him. She tried to gouge out his eyes. She would have killed him if she could have… if she could have -but she couldn't.
He was strong! Jesus, he was strong! And, his body was hard… oh, so hard… as it rolled over on top of her, taking her breath away.
Creagon's legs pinned Melissa's legs to the floor.
Creagon's belly pinned Melissa's belly beneath him. Creagon's chest pinned Melissa's breasts to a mushrooming atop Melissa's rib cage.
Creagon's hands were like manacles around Melissa's wrists. Creagon was stretching Melissa's arms upward over her head.
"Let me go, Creagon! Jesus, let me go!"
Was she going to cry? No, she wasn't going to cry! She wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction!
"No, you don't want to be let go at all, do you, sister of mine?"
Creagon hunched his hips, placing his hard cock lengthways into Melissa's saddle. He rolled his lower body, grinding his cock against Melissa's cunt so that his penis oozed pre-seminal juices onto the negligee material that still covered the hair-fringed pussy.
"Creagon, for Christ's sake, let me go!" Melissa screamed, continuing to struggle; although, her movements were impeded by the weight Creagon had placed over and on her.
And, she could feel his cock, the only thing keeping it from her naked pussy being a strip of filmy nightie cloth. Melissa could feel the wetness of her brother's cock juices as they drenched the nylon and her flesh beneath.
"The only problem," Creagon said, when he once again felt himself in complete control, "was that, somewhere along the line, you went a little too far and convinced yourself right along with everybody else that you were a sinner. You fooled yourself into believing that not only was the sex you had with me a sin, but all sex was a sin. It's time you came back to the more enjoyable reality."
"You're crazy!" Melissa sobbed, real tears filling her eyes and overflowing. "YOU'RE CRAZY!"
"We'll see," Creagon said. "We'll both see, won't we?"
"Don't do this," Melissa pleaded, trying to reason with him, trying to make him see. So, why couldn't she even keep her voice from cracking? "It was wrong what we did. It is wrong what you want to do to me now. And, two wrongs do not make a right."
"Jesus!" Creagon said with an accompanying laugh. "Is that one of those fine platitudes they drummed into you in all those sexless schools?"
"We're brother and sister," Melissa said, trying once more to move; finding, once more, that she still couldn't budge. "Those schools have nothing to do with it."
Oh, his cock was like a hot poker laid out lengthways over her cunt, burning into her flesh!
"And, you're too pretty, little sister, to go through life deluded into thinking that sex was never meant to be as pleasurable as you and I both discovered it can be. That's not fair to you. And, it's certainly not fair to your husband."
"Fair to John?" Melissa asked, her voice squeaky with her building hysteria. "Did my husband put you up to this?"
"John didn't put me up to anything," Creagon said. He brought Melissa's forearms together over her head, manipulating so that he could take hold of both of Melissa's wrists in one large hand, freeing his other. "But, it doesn't take any marriage counselor to see that your husband has got a lot of loving to give that you should be enjoying but aren't."
"There is a difference between loving and fucking!" Melissa said, her voice so shrill it hurt even her ears.
"Maybe," Creagon said, bringing his right hand down to the bodice of his sister's negligee and hooking his fingers along its neckline. "Then again, maybe not."
His body lifting slightly, Creagon's right hand gave a simultaneous hearty tug that succeeded in, ripping his sister's negligee from Melissa's neck to her crotch. The sound of the tearing material was a loud grating on Melissa's ears. The woman was shocked senseless by the sudden rushing of air over her exposed flesh. She was further shattered when she felt Creagon's naked flesh making actual contact with her own.
"Nooooooo, Creagon, nooooooo!" Melissa squealed, her struggles doing little more than sensuously moving Creagon's bareness against her.
And, his naked cock belly was burrowed amid the tawny pubic hair that bushed on melissa's sexual mound. And, Melissa could feel the hardness of his meaty sex pole. and, Melissa could feel the gluey stickiness of the juices her brother's cock mouth was leaking to the creamy softness of Melissa's lower belly.
"Don't do this, Creagon!" Melissa sobbed. "We'll be damned if we do. WE'LL BE DAMNED!"
"Listen to me, sister," Creagon said, shifting his fat cock through the pubic hair sprouted between Melissa's legs, "the only reason you thought you were damned before was because father caught us. There's no one left to catch us now. The old man is dead and gone."
"But, what if I get pregnant, Creagon?" Melissa asked, grabbing at straws. Still, it was something, wasn't it? Even when they were younger, Creagon had had sense enough to use a rubber when he had screwed her. If he had brought any prophylactics with him this time, he must have had them hidden in his boots – since he was still naked except for his footwear.
"Good try, Melissa," Creagon said, his chest feeling the hardness of Melissa's nipples. Who in the hell was she trying to fool? She wanted it! Sure, she did! Her hard nipples would have told Creagon as much if nothing else had. "I know you're on the pill."
How? How? Jesus, how had he known? John obviously. Her husband, who found so little sacred, would have never had any qualms whatsoever about broadcasting to the world that Melissa was on the pill to deprive him of children.
"Really, Creagon, I'm not on the pill," Melissa lied valiantly. "Really I'm not… I'm not!"
"Then it looks as if we'll just have to risk having an idiot child, doesn't it?" Creagon said, his grin indicating more than anything that he didn't, not for one minute, believe her lie. "But, then I know an excellent abortionist, should the need arise."
"Oh, you… sick… sick… bastard!" Melissa moaned. If she could only get her arms free! If she could only scratch out his eyes!
Creagon, keeping his left hand holding his sister's wrists safely out of the way, worked his whole lower body to open Melissa's thighs. Creagon's balls rolled down along Melissa's cunt mound, the blond hair on Creagon's scrotum entangling with the blonde hair on Melissa's pussy.
"Oh, Creagon… for Christ's sake… Pleeeeez!"
"Please give my cock to your cunt?" Creagon mocked. "Are you back to begging for it already, baby? You all that anxious for the feel of my hard meatiness plowing your guts to mush? You beginning to remember just how good it was?"
"Pleeeeeez… let me go… pleeeeeez."
"The only thing that's going to be let go, honey, is about a gallon of my hot, wet sperm into your orgasming vagina."
"Oh, Creagon, don't… pleeeeez… pleeeeeeez… please don't."
Melissa was so convincing, Creagon might even have been tempted to believe that she didn't want his cock. But, he knew better. Her hard nipples, tack-like points against his chest, told him she was lying to him through her teeth, whether she personally recognized her lie or not. And, memories of his sister's passion told Creagon that neither their father nor years in those sex-sapping convent schools could have successfully destroyed all of Melissa's ardor. Conceal it, maybe. But, destroy it? Never in a thousand, thousand years!
Keeping his chest pressed hard and fast against his sister's mushroomed breasts, Creagon, his booted toes to the floor, began to slowly open his thighs. As he did so, his opening legs pushed Melissa's thighs open, hiking the as-yet unripped lower portion of her negligee up over Melissa's pussy. But this temporary new protection for Melissa's cunt was really too flimsy to give Melissa any real confidence that it would offer any barrier to her brother's cock, once that cock started jabbing to claim her.
Creagon scooted his body down along his sister until his hard cock had slipped completely free of Melissa's hair-covered pussy mound and into the space between Melissa's yawned thighs. Thus positioned, Creagon's cock was a rocket-like mass of phallic stiffness that aimed its blunted juice-sopped head right toward the nylon-veiled slicing that was Melissa's pouting cunt mouth.
"Don't… don't… don't," Melissa moaned. She had to keep up some kind of protest, even if it was only a verbal one. She would have protested more, but Creagon's dominant body position made it literally impossible for Melissa to give any more physical protest than she had already tried.
"Just relax, sister," Creagon told her. "Just relax, and enjoy."
Relax? How in the hell could she possibly relax? This was her naked brother on top of her. And, he was going to rape her. Yes, by God, he… was… going… to… RAPE… her!
"It'll be good," Creagon promised. "Oh, sister, dear, it will be good."
Creagon's left hand clamped even more tightly around Melissa's united wrists. Creagon's grip was like a vise, cutting off Melissa's circulation. Creagon's right hand moved down to his hard cock, his fingers splaying wide to judge the distance between his cockhead and Melissa's pussy. While his hand was down there, Creagon made short work of the segment of Melissa's nylon negligee which still wrapped her lower body. He unceremoniously ripped it all away.
And, Melissa's cunt was now once again naked, now completely vulnerable. And, Creagon's cock was ready – more than ready – to have at that luscious sexual pit that drove inward between Melissa's lovely white thighs.
Creagon took his thick cock in one hand and guided it to the small vertical fissure that punctuated the meeting of his sister's inner thighs. He nudged himself up along Melissa's body until his rubbery cockhead slipped through the hairy curls of Melissa's pulsating pussy.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhhh!" Melissa gasped, holding her breath as her brother's pulpy cock corona made direct contact with the mouth of Melissa's vagina. Melissa was filled with feelings of revulsion mingled with pleasure. The latter gave Melissa agonizing guilt, making the woman fight against the enjoyable quivers that suddenly took hold of her body.
The blood-swollen tip of Creagon's enormous cock pressed in tighter, working into the snugly clenched opening of Melissa's naked cunt. Melissa could see a sudden vision of her father, William Davenport standing over her, shaking his head in disappointment and disbelief.
"Oh, don't!" Melissa begged. "For God's sake! Creagon! Creagon!"
But then, with a persistent pushing, Creagon's cockhead began an actual penetration between Melissa's cuntal lips.
"Creagon… Jesus, No… Creagon!"
But, Creagon wasn't listening. He was concentrating on his mission of mercy. He was re-experiencing all those old memories. He was about to renew the acquaintance of his cock with a tightly vising cunt it hadn't seen for fifteen long years.
"No… no… NO!" Melissa groaned, surprising herself with the frenzied torque she was able to perform beneath her brother's pressing body. The force of her drive to freedom actually lifted Melissa's ass all the way off the floor and dumped Creagon almost completely out of the saddle.
Creagon's thick, rubbery cockhead slipped completely free of Melissa's pussy fissure and went careening through Melissa's cunt hair, leaking a gooey trailing of pre-seminal juices as it went.
"Damn it!" Creagon cussed, frustrated that, if he'd but been just a bit quicker, he could have been buried deep up his sister's clutching vagina now, instead of having to start all over again.
Melissa, having been made overly confident by her success, thought for sure she could go on to even more victories. She was, therefore, thoroughly disappointed when she realized she was still trapped. She had done little more than, delay her inevitable rape. She certainly hadn't completely thwarted it.
"Shall I beat the shit out of you and then plug your pussy?" Creagon asked, genuinely angry that Melissa continued to resist something that Creagon knew they both wanted. "Shall I? Huh?"
"God, Creagon, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me."
"Then quit acting like an innocent virgin, Goddamn it! You know what a fuck is. I know. I broke you in, remember? So, you lie back and enjoy, or so help me, I'll beat you into submissiveness."
And, he could do it, too, couldn't he? Melissa knew that he could. He had always been stronger than she was. He had always been more powerful. He had a thoroughly muscled body that was a perfect compliment to that muscled mass of obscene meatiness he seemed so intent on feeding her.
"Oh, Creagon, please don't hurt me. Please."
"Damn it, I'm not going to hurt you, Melissa. It's not going to hurt you at all. Quite the fucking opposite, as a matter of fact. Now, damn it, quit fighting me!"
Once again, Creagon moved his lower body into attack position. Once again, Creagon fisted his thickly hardened cock and guided its blunted rubbery head to the mouth of Melissa's pussy.
Once again, Melissa gave an audible gasping as her brother's cockhead made contact with Melissa's cunt mouth.
The searing touch of her brother's huge cockhead against her tender cunt was also responsible for sending Melissa into sharp little jerks of pain and pleasure.
Once again, Melissa was going to plead with Creagon; but, this time, Creagon was determined to get an entrance before his sister could find any other way of thwarting him.
With a sudden thrusting, Creagon flicked his hips downward. His cock jabbed to its halfway point up Melissa's cuntal slit, stabbing in without mercy.
"Creagon… No!" Melissa screamed; and from somewhere, she got a final burst of seemingly superhuman strength. Aided greatly by Creagon's disorientation at having placed his cock up his sister's pussy and by Creagon's believing he would soon have all of his blood-engorged massiveness enlodged inside of her, Melissa was able to take her brother quite off guard.
Melissa pulled her wrists free of Creagon's grasp. She dug her fingernails into his flanks and unmercifully raked his sides, simultaneously twisting to free herself of his cock and of his oppressive body.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhrrrrrreeeeiiiiiii!" Creagon groaned. Since the pain of Melissa's scratches hadn't yet registered on Creagon's brain, his scream was made more in frustration at having had his cock once again mysteriously deprived of its victory. His blood-bloated penis was no longer cupped by Melissa's tight and juiced pussy mouth but was fucking nothing but thin air instead.
Melissa pushed, scratched, and twisted her body, actually surprised when she was successful in coming free of her brother's naked control. She quickly rolled to her belly, came up on her hands and knees, and began a fast, crab-like scampering toward the open door.
"Goddamn… you… fucking… bitch!" Creagon bellowed. Not only was he recovered from his surprise, but he began finally to feel the running burns that Melissa's scratch marks were making along his sides.
Creagon came right after her, diving across the rug and landing belly-down. He reached out, clamping both of his hands around Melissa's ankles. He pulled.
Melissa's stomach and breasts hit the floor with a dull thud, momentarily taking her breath away.
Creagon struggled to a kneeling position, dragging Melissa's prone body even closer to him. He then lunged forward, landing atop Melissa's back with such a force that the resulting exit of air from Melissa's lungs was an audible whooshing in the room.
"You stupid bitch, you want it forcibly this first time; and, by God, you'll get it that way! You're also going to get a little more than you might have bargained for."
"Ooooooooh!" Melissa groaned. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. She was sure, however, that she had lost all hope of getting out, of this. She was completely sapped of energy.
Still spread out along Melissa's back, Creagon stretched both arms upward over Melissa's head and grabbed her arms. Roughly, he pulled Melissa's hands down and then up into the middle of her back, holding them there in a double hammerlock.
Melissa's body was wracked with helpless sobs. Terror was convulsing her. Her heart was hammering uncontrollable in her body. But, her heart almost came to a complete stop when she felt the pulpy head on her brother's cock gliding its stickiness through her ass cheeks for a final resting on her chocolate anal pucker.
"Christ,no, Creagon! That's my ass!"
But, Creagon already knew it was her ass. He had to teach his dear little sister not to put up such a fucking fuss when she really wanted this screw as much as Creagon did.
"No!" Melissa screamed, shaking her head frantically. Her whole body was rumbled with a paralyzing chill. Oh, dear God, no, he couldn't be thinking of fucking her ass… it wasn't human… it was something Melissa hadn't even let her own husband do (as much as the animal had wanted to). Surely, Creagon wasn't going to try! Surely, Creagon was just trying to scare her! And Melissa was afraid!
But, Creagon's massive cock head was positioned right on the tiny, shivering aperture of his sister's anus; and, Creagon felt perversely exhilarated by the appalling difference in the circumference of Melissa's ass pucker and his cock corona.
"Oh, please, Creagon… think about what you're doing. For God's sake, think!"
But, Creagon was thinking. He was thinking about how lusciously tight his sister's ass hole would be once it was wrapped securely around Creagon's blood-engorged cock neck.
With a sudden downward surge, Creagon used all of his power to place his cock through the opening of Melissa's rectum.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhhrrrrr… oh, God, stop it! Stop IT… sweet Jesus,stop it!" Melissa bellowed as a sheet of blinding pain enveloped her. Frantically she tried to twist her impaled buttocks free of the stabbing stake; but, escape was impossible. She was a slavish victim of her brother's animal lusts; and, there was nothing or nobody who could save her from this incestuous sodomizing.
Melissa sobbed piteously as her brother thrust even deeper into her futilely resisting anus. Pain exploded again in her body and she suddenly wished only to pass out or die… anything to be relieved of this wanton crime against God and her body.
Creagon's face was flushed with his exertions. He concentrated all of his energy on ramming the last of his blood-bloated cock up his sister's ass hole.
"Oh, God, Creagon, you're killing me…! You're splitting… me… in… two!" Melissa groaned as she felt her rectum becoming seemingly cleaved by the violent penetration of her brother's lust-engorged cock inside of her bowel.
Melissa felt as if her ass hole were on fire. She was sure her rectum was torn and bleeding. But any physical pain was nothing compared to her mental anguish at that moment. Because, she was bathed in shame and degradation. Never in all of her life had she ever conceived anything quite this horrible happening to her.
Inch by powerful inch, Creagon was continuing to spear his sister's quivering ass hole. Deeper and deeper his blood-heavy cock dove into Melissa's sorely stretched anal passage. Creagon's own pleasure soared as he felt Melissa's bruised anal flesh giving way to the superior force of his plowing cock stiffness.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jessssssus!" Creagon groaned triumphantly as his cum-bulged balls came to a sweeping slap against the cheeks of Melissa's helplessly speared ass.
Melissa's body gave another violent shudder in revulsion at having itself completely impaled on Creagon's cock. And, Melissa gave up any resisting. What was the point? Her struggles had all been useless against this lust-crazed animal. There was nothing Melissa could possibly do to Creagon to turn him away from his taking what his lascivious desires demanded. Melissa could now only try her best to endure the mortification her brother was heaping on her. She had to somehow bear the terrible pain resulting from Creagon's savage sodomistic assault on her rectum.
Creagon held his blood-ballooned prick enlodged inside of his sister for a good long minute, feeling triumphant and excited in knowing that Melissa had been powerless in the end to stop his taking of her snug anus. Creagon had completely subjugated her.
Creagon began to withdraw his long, hard cock. He eased it out slowly, bringing fresh moans of pain from his sister as his cock grated against Melissa's still comparatively dry ass hole.
When just his lust-bloated cock corona was embedded in his sister's tight sphinctral ring, Creagon rammed forward again.
A steady gushing of pre-seminal juices allowed Creagon to eventually establish a slow and laborious fucking rhythm.
Creagon's vicious thrusts filled the bedroom with licentious, noisy, smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Melissa's continual moans of agony and torment. Creagon was panting heavily, too, his cock driving solidly into Melissa's rectum.
And, Melissa's anus was miraculously adjusting to Creagon's plowing stiffness, dilating to accommodate the frenzied movements of Creagon's raping cock.
"Oh… pleeeeeeeez!" Melissa cried out beneath her brother; but, strangely enough, her pain was beginning to recede. Her pain was beginning to blend into a strangely seductive pleasure that seemed to have swelled quite unexpectedly out of nowhere.
Pleasure? God, no, surely not pleasure! How could there possibly have been any pleasure to be derived from the monstrous, sodomistic raping of her body? To even think there could be pleasure was an obscenity in itself!
Creagon was thrusting harder and harder. His belly and Melissa's ass slapped noisily together.
Melissa strained beneath him, unconsciously bouncing her naked ass upward over his ramming penis.
Melissa's ass hole continued to relax as the tension inside of Melissa lessened with the woman's fading pain. Melissa's body jerked uncontrollably each time Creagon's long cock strokes sped through the yawning mouth of her stretched pucker, or when Creagon's contracting scrotum slapped hard against Melissa's sweaty ass.
"Aaaaaaghghh… ohhhohhh… ohhhhhhh," Melissa moaned; but for once, the sounding wasn't entirely spawned by just the agony and the pain.
Creagon's mouth came to kiss the nape of his sister's neck. Creagon still had Melissa's hands locked in the middle of her back.
"It's good, baby," Creagon moaned, his voice choked with his swelling ecstasy. "Jesus, it's… so… so… fucking good."
But, Melissa fought with her own rising passions, continuing to tell herself that there was no possible way this could be good.
There was just no possible way!
Yet, as Creagon's cock continued to throb deep within her ass hole, Melissa's lusting pleasures were on the increase. More and more often, the ecstasy began to intrude upon Melissa's intentions to recognize nothing but the agony.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Melissa moaned uncontrollably as a sudden flooding of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, temporarily obliterating all the torment.
Melissa's lower body began to bounce with more forceful movements. Melissa was beginning, despite herself, to detect a certain thrilling to the way her brother's hardness was pistoning in and out of her rubbery ass hole, as well as in the way Creagon's blood-hardened cock was slipping and sliding along the slicking of moisture supplied by the cock secretions.
Creagon's cock continued to enlarge and to balloon with arousal as it worked Melissa's rectum.
Creagon could intuitively sense that his sister was finally beginning to enjoy – as he had always known she would. His dreams were becoming the reality.
Creagon fucked Melissa's narrow, tiny ass hole even harder. The battering of her quivering rectum was causing more and more pleasure to fill his penis and be transmitted to his balls.
"It's good, isn't it, Melissa?" Creagon asked, still fucking, still not losing a beat. He knew his own balls were getting ready for ejaculation; and, although he well knew his fucking wouldn't be over with the one blasting, he wanted to hear his sister admit her resurrection here and now. "It's good, isn't it? Tell me, baby. Tell your brother how damn good it really is."
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Creagon," Melissa groaned noncommittally.
How could she admit it? How could she? She had quite convinced herself all these years that sex was a filthy, degenerate thing, a hangover from more primitive times. It certainly wasn't pleasurable! Was it? Was it? Oh, Jesus, was it?
"Come on, Melissa, tell me how you like it. Tell me."
"Ohhhhhhh, Creagon," Melissa groaned again.
And despite the fact that Melissa hadn't come right out and said as much, Creagon knew he had her. He just knew it. He was so confident that he released his hold on her wrists, freeing her arms. And, as he suspected, Melissa made no move whatsoever to take advantage of her additional freedom to break away.
"Come on, sister," Creagon continued his verbal attempts to force an admission of enjoyment out of Melissa. "Who's to hear? Not the old man. He's dead and buried. Not the nuns in those sexless schools. Only me. Only your brother. And, I knew all the time. I knew even when you didn't know."
"Oh, yessssssss," Melissa mumbled, frightened by the fact that her admission had somehow just slipped unwittingly from her. "Ohhhhhhhh, nooooo!"
"Come… on… baby," Creagon persisted. "Don't deny it. You've already admitted it once. Admit it again. Tell me… how… much… you… enjoy… fat… cock… up… your… ass."
"Ohhhhhhhh, God, it's good!" Melissa grunted. And, why the hell deny it? Creagon, after all, was right. The old man was dead, wasn't he? There was no one left to stand Melissa in the corner. There was certainly no one left to pack her off to one of those dismal convent schools. Melissa was her own woman now, answerable to no one but herself. Why had it taken her so long to realize that? Why had she so fought to protect herself from recalling what was so pleasurable? "Oh, God, it's good!"
"Yes… yes… yes," Creagon grunted, punctuating each inward thrust of his penis into the depths of his sister's rectum.
"Yes!" Melissa told him and told herself.
Thank the Lord for her brother! Who else would have been able to rescue her from that dreary pathway she had set herself upon? Who, but the one person she had ever known sexual pleasure with, could have forced her into remembering that there had indeed been pleasure with sex and that there still was pleasure to be had in sex?
God, but she had been like an ostrich with its head in the sand!
Melissa's verbal admission of pleasure only incensed Creagon all the more. He drove all the harder into her. He ground his pelvis into her sensuously yielding ass cheeks. His breath came ragged and hot as he panted.
"Fuck deeper!" Melissa commanded. Now that the plug on her emotions had finally been pulled, she was no longer restrained. It was almost as if it were still that night fifteen years ago. Only then, of course, her brother had been screwing her cunt. But even then, fifteen years ago that seemed like just yesterday, Melissa had begged him to fuck her harder… fuck her faster… fuck her deeper. "Screw me… ugh… screw me… ugh… harder… faster… Goddamn it, jab my guts!"
Melissa was building to a frenzy that bordered on distraction. Her whole body shuddered with each sinking of Creagon's cock up her ass hole to his cock hilt.
"More!" Melissa wailed, feeling a growing need for the pump… pump… pump of the hard cock stroking through her rubbery bowel. "Fuck me more!"
Both Melissa and Creagon were now caught up in the total insanity of their fucking. A tornado was raging inside of their bodies as their naked lusts drove them on and on to further heights of ecstasy.
For Creagon, his cock and Melissa's ass hole had become the very center of his universe. His fucking prick was all that mattered. That hungry cock, Melissa's eating anus, and nothing else!
And no matter how much of his cock Creagon gave, Melissa now seemed to want even more. She heaved her ass up off the floor to make it take every last fraction of Creagon's cock meat. She ground her ass cheeks hard against Creagon's belly, twisting his cock deep… deep… deep inside of her bowel.
Melissa unmercifully writhed her body against Creagon's body, luxuriating in the feel of her brother's pumping cock within her guts. She was no longer afraid. She was no longer in pain. Nothing mattered except the enjoyment of her being filled with Creagon's solid penis, except the enjoyment of having Creagon's cum-bulged testicles continually squashing against her ass.
Melissa's rubbery anus sucked, squeezed, crushed, pressed, and milked Creagon's swelling prick.
Melissa, herself, was on the verge of an earthshaking orgasm; and, she was unable to stop herself from running closer and closer toward the brink. Uncontrollable fires of pleasure flared inside of her.
"I'm… ohhhh… I'm… going… to… cum!" Creagon gasped loudly in Melissa's ear. "Yes, God… God… yes… I'm, uggggghhhhhh… oh, I'm… Jesus… fuck… I'mmmmmmm cummmmmmiinngggg uugghhhh!"
Creagon burrowed his face against his sister's shoulder. He thrust his entire penis length and breadth as deep into Melissa's anus as possible, and then he screwed it even more firmly into place.
Torrents of hot, wet sperm spurted from the throbbing tip of Creagon's insanely jerking prick, the mess surging through the depths of Melissa's anus like fire through a dry woods.
Melissa experienced the hot jets of Creagon's cum, willingly accepting the sticky wet feel of her brother's sex cream.
Creagon's penis twitched and lurched with each shuddering blast of semen that exited it. And, Melissa was pushed that last few inches to the edge of her own climax, and she toppled over the cliff into the most massive orgasm she had ever known.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhrrrrrr Eeeeeeiiiiii! Yyyyyyeeee Eeiiiiiiii!" Melissa screamed, her breasts and belly thumping out of control against the floor.
Melissa was lost, consumed, sucked into the raging holocaust. She soared on hot waves of ecstasy that seemed somehow determined never to let her go.