Marsha was certain that Arlene Sloan was the nicest thing that ever happened in her life. After the social worker left, Marsha remained buzzing for hours. Every inch of her lovely body vibrated with sexy, creamy feelings after Arlene finished licking her everywhere.
So when her brother Ernie came home, Marsha was in a very good mood, hopeful and happy. Because of her new feelings, she was good to her brother, even though he arrived drunk out of his mind. She helped him into the kitchen and fed him black coffee. Then, she cooked him a good dinner, which he really appreciated. A few moments later, he rushed into the bathroom and puked it all.
Marsha couldn't bear to see her brother going through the same agony her father had gone through, so she escaped to her bedroom. She closed the door and got into bed and began reading a good book. It was then that her brother made her first, visit to her bedroom.
At first everything seemed normal. Ernie knocked at the door and waited until Marsha told him to come in. She was, naked, so she pulled a sheet up around her jutting tits. Ernie entered and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I just wanted to thank you for the dinner," he said.
Marsha smiled happily. "Thank you for thanking me," she purred.
It felt good. Before he'd gotten sick, it had been nice sitting at the table with, him and eating with him. She looked at him with affection.
She hadn't seen much of Ernie until he'd started drinking like his dad. Since then he'd been home more. Just this evening in the kitchen he had complimented her on how she looked cooking dinner. He resumed that train of thought now.
"You looked grown up fixing dinner like that," he remarked. "More like eighteen or nineteen in that short dress you were wearing."
"I need new clothes," Marsha said.
"Yeah. I can see why. It shows. Some of the guys were telling me they wished they were here all alone with you every day."
"Oh?" she said, aware of a strained look in his eyes. Why was he staring so hard at her where she was holding the sheet against her tits?
"Yet. A couple of them actually wanted to date you."
"Thanks for that," Marsha said. "It's good to have a big brother looking out for me."
"I like to look out for you, Marsha," he said thickly, and his eyes burned into the sheet. "In fact, I just plain like looking at you. You've sure grown up lately. I watched you moving around in the kitchen tonight and, I swear, you really got my mind to working."
"Wh – what do you mean?" Marsha queried, swallowing hard.
"I ain't been with a girl in a long time," Ernie told her. "I think I drink too much. I've been having some personal trouble, if you know what I mean. You don't? Well I, I don't get it up the way I want to."
"Oh, I don't want to talk about a thing like that!" Marsha exclaimed.
He didn't seem to hear her. "I miss touching a pretty girl, miss getting touched by a pretty girl."
"Ernie, I'm sleepy. It's been a hard day. Dad's going to be in the hospital for weeks and I've been worried. I ought to get some sleep."
He ignored her hint. "Your skin is so creamy. Your body's so curvy, so young and fresh. Just thinking about how you looked in the kitchen in that little dress makes me want to…"
His mouth was on hers before she knew what was happening. His tongue invaded her mouth and his hand grabbed a firm, jutting tit and mauled it hotly as he kissed her hornily.
Marsha wrenched her mouth from his and gasped, "Ernie! Don't…"
His mouth captured hers again hungrily. He sucked at her lips and tongue as if he were dying of thirst. His hands moved like striking rattlesnakes and there was no stopping him.
He crushed her down onto the bed and his hands explored her curves. He grabbed the sheet and felt her naked tits, her slim waist and furry pussy.
Marsha gasped for breath, smothered by his fervent kiss. Fear rendered her helpless as his mouth and hands rekindled the fires Arlene had left burning in her body.
His hand traveled down her body, pushing away the obstructing sheet. When he had it all the way off, he gazed down at her cunt. Marsha panted for breath and blushed profusely as her brother's eyes burned into her exposed, defenseless pussy.
She struggled, but knew that her fight was hopeless. Ernie had the same strength for lust that her father had when he wanted to fuck her. He easily overpowered her, but still whimpered and sobbed.
"Jesus, your tits are hard," her brother rasped hotly, feeling them all over. "You're so pretty. Such a cute cunt."
"Ernie, please, don't," Marsha sobbed. "This isn't right. Please, not you, too!"
"What do you mean, too? Who else has been fucking you?"
"Daddy!" she cried, expecting this news to sober him up.
Ernie raised his head from her thrusting tits and jabbed his finger into her cunthole. "Well, I'll be damned," he said hotly, "you been giving it to dad!"
"I haven't been giving it to him!" she cried. "He's been taking it!"
"Then I'm gonna take a little, too," Ernie laughed. He drilled his big finger up into her juicy cunt.
"No, noooo!" Marsha cried. "It isn't right. It isn't right."
"Why not?" Ernie chuckled. "It feels good, don't it? How can it be bad when it feels so good?"
"Because you're my brother!" she gasped, writhing her pussy on his tantalizing finger.
"Well, shit," he argued, "if you fucked dad, you can fuck me. Imagine that old bastard banging your sweet pussy. How many times did you fuck him? Huh? How many? That son-of-a-bitch! Probably been fucking your ass off, huh? Lucky bastard. Well, now I'm gonna get mine!"
He sprawled himself on top of her heaving body. Marsha knew then that he'd gotten his cock out somehow. She felt it big and strong and wet between her trembling thighs.
"Feel that?" he rasped hotly. "You got me stiff! You did it, Marsha! Good girl! You got me up! Christ, I ain't had a hard-on like this in a long time! You don't know what hell I've been going through. I thought I was finished as a man. It's been hell. But just feel that! Huge, ain't it?"
It was definitely huge. Huge and soaked and throbbing wildly against her helpless cunt. Marsha renewed her struggle. She didn't want to be overwhelmed by the sexy feelings he was forcing in her.
"It's incest!" she gasped, weeping.
"You'll like it," her brother rasped, licking his tongue over one of her firm tits. "I can tell. No wonder you been walking around half naked. Baby, you're hot to trot!"
"No, no, noooo, I'm not!" she objected tearfully.
His aching prick pressed against her open, moist cunt-hole. He moved from side to side, wedging his cock into her. Then, suddenly, he drove his cock home, fucking every solid inch of his muscular cock into her squishy pussy.
His prick was not as thick as her dad's and it fucked into her more easily. Ignoring her cries and pleas, his lust mixing with the liquor, he started fucking her cute cunt for all he was worth. He fucked her rhythmically and with intense pleasure, holding her tighter and tighter as his massive hard-on ravished her pussy.
"No, nooo, Ernie, please stop!" she squealed as his cock started to feel real good.
"What for? You're fucking just fine. You must like it. Look how you're screwing my cock!"
"I can't help that!" Marsha wept. "What's a girl supposed to do when that big thing is drilling into her? I don't want to fuck. I just can't help it once a prick is moving in and out like that!"
Her brother chuckled evilly and sucked hard on her tits as he drove all of his powerful prick into her twisting, humping pussy.
"Please, Ernie, stop now before it's too late! Don't come in me! You're my brother! Please, Ernie, listen to me! Don't shoot your load into your own sister!"
Ernie heard her that time. Her shrieking voice penetrated the fog in his brain. But it was already too late. His cock was nice and stiff, just the way he wanted it. And Marsha's sweet cunt was so tight that no man could muster the strength to pull out after he was in.
"I, can't help it," he groaned and panted on her, drilling his cock into her viciously. "I'm sorry, Marsha. Forgive me. But I can't stop. Can't. Jesus, your pussy is so nice. Keep fucking it, Marsha, please. Ohhhh, I like fucking you. Christ, but your cunt is tight. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
"Ohhhh, Ernie," she moaned, disappointed with him.
She writhed helplessly on his ravishing cock as her pussy creamed and creamed all over his prick. Even as she came she knew it encouraged him. Once he felt her burning juices cascading onto his pistoning cock, he groaned and started pumping his cock to her relentlessly.
The poor girl couldn't help coming. Ernie did have a rather nice prick. After all, he was twenty, a good-looking guy, and his stiff cock was the type teenaged girls dreamed of. Marsha couldn't fight her cummy feelings of pleasure after a while, so she just closed her eyes and fucked her ass hotly.
She moaned helplessly and twisted her head away as if to shut out the truth. But her cute ass came up off the bed and she squirmed around hotly, her pussy gobbling his cock and sucking on it like a mouth.
"Jesus!" her brother yelped.
His powerful cock enlarged and lengthened in her heaving belly as her saucy pussy sucked him off. A few more strokes in and out of her clenching pussy and his cock exploded viciously. Huge wads of thick jism crashed into her cunt and Marsha swooned with ecstasy as she came again on his gushing cock.
The fucking left her breathless and her brother quickly climbed off of her. He was finished fucking her. He stumbled into the living room and Marsha heard glass against glass. Ernie was going to drink some more. As she writhed there on the bed, she somehow knew that he felt guilty about fucking her. She had learned from watching her dad that drinking and guilt went hand in hand.
In a way she felt sorry for her brother. It must be painful to regret fucking your own sister. But her sorrow didn't last long. She began to feel sorry for herself again. She glanced into the mirror and saw her lovely, naked body. Just because she was sexy and beautiful, both her father and her brother had fucked her.
Dread washed through her as she realized that now Ernie would be fucking her as relentlessly as her dad had. How could he possibly resist her pussy now that he had had his prick in it? How could he resist her high, pointed tits? How could he resist her soft, sexy mouth?
Her last thought about her mouth made her cry softly into her pillow. Was Ernie going to make her blow him? Was he going to make a little cocksucker out of her? She was sure he would. What guy wouldn't want to stick his stiff prick down her throat and make her drink his come?
She wept and wept, fearing the worst now. Her future looked dark indeed as she picture herself getting fucked day in and day out by both her father and her brother. Arlene had mentioned change to her, but Marsha was convinced that it would take a miracle to keep her dad and brother out of her pussy now.
But the miracle was on its way. Ernie was not his dad. He was nothing like his dad and all the booze he could drink would not erase his guilt for having raped his sister. He sat up all night guzzling liquor, but still no relief came. As drunk as he was, he staggered into her bedroom at four o'clock in the morning and woke her up.
"Marsha… Marsha!"
"Ernie! No!"
"Don't, don't," he slobbered. "I ain't doing nothing. I, I wanna apologize. I don't care what came over me. I shouldn't of done that to you, you poor kid. I love ya, Marsha. Please forgive me."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears – or her eyes. She switched on the lamp and saw that her brother was crying bitterly.
"Ohhh, Ernie," she cried with him, "it's okay, it's okay. Stop that now. I forgive you. I know you couldn't help yourself. I know I'm a sexy girl and after all, you are just a guy, like you said. I forgive you. Just don't let it happen again. Promise me."
"I won't," her brother sobbed, eyeing her sharply pointed tits under the sheet. "God, but you're beautiful. I never felt such tight tits before. You're a real turn-on, Marsha. Lovely. Cute. Sexy."
"Ernie, go to bed now and get some sleep. After you saber up, we'll talk about it."
"I couldn't help it, Marsha," he mumbled. "You're so pretty. I just wanted to kiss your tits. I just wanted to lick your cunt. I didn't mean to fuck you like that, I just wanted to eat you."
Marsha swallowed nervously. Just thinking about his handsome mouth on her pussy was enough to make her nervous. "Stop saying things like that. You're drunk or you wouldn't talk like that. You shouldn't be saying dirty things."
"What's dirty about it?" he slurred. "Pretty tits. Lovely pussy. What's dirty about sucking your sweet, cute cunt?"
"The way you say it," she breathed. "You shouldn't say it so lewdly. Stop talking about my pussy."
"But I love it. So tight. So juicy. So sweet. Never in my life. Want it. Want it, Marsha. Let me lick it. Just lick it."
Even as he mumbled and muttered, he was pushing his face under the sheet and getting in her cunt.
"Welllll," Marsha breathed, "if you just want to lick it…"
She spread her pretty legs and her brother buried his face in her pussy. Groveling like a wild dog with a bone, he burrowed his thick tongue up into her hot, little cunt and sucked her out.
Marsha went crazy on the bed. Ernie was good at licking and eating pussy! Finally, she grabbed her aching tits and played with them feverishly as he nibbled her clit and tongued her fuck-hole.
She came like crazy and her hot ass tossed violently on the bed. Ernie had to grasp her writhing hips and hang on to them as he ate her cunt. Her furry pussy kept jerking and whipping around. He had to chase the damned thing! But he finally got her off a good one.
Her climax made Marsha go nuts. Her hips jerked into the air and in his effort to keep her still, he twisted around and pressed his chest down on her heaving belly. This positioned his raging cock near her chest. She felt his boner touch her shoulder.
She looked over at it through glazed eyes as her horny brother went on munching her pussy.
"Oh, no," she whimpered and unzipped his fly. She breathed heavily as her fingers wrapped around his naked, hot prick. She gasped when she brought his cock out and saw it so close to her face.
How many times had she seen guys Ernie's age and imagined their tricks? Now she had one in her hot, little hand. It was close to her mouth and she could suck it, if she wanted to.
She felt Ernie's face go heavy against her cunt. He was falling to sleep – or into a coma. He was so drunk. Maybe he was too drunk to remember if she did it!
"Ohhh, darn," she whimpered.
She turned her head and faced his bulging throbbing cock. She parted her soft lips slowly and inched her mouth forward. His cockhead kissed her lips and she licked her tongue against it. A whimper escaped her throat. Then she took his powerful prick into her mouth and sucked it off.
As her brother snored loudly against her leaking pussy, Marsha took all of his cock into her sexy mouth and sucked it passionately. She had daydreamed about blowing an older boy's prick, and now she would get it out of her system. Her brother wouldn't know the difference so she took advantage of the situation.
She bobbed her pretty head rapidly, really getting into it. She gripped his thick cock-shaft and pumped it up and down as her wet mouth slid noiselessly over his cockhead. Her pretty tongue flashed and lashed as she sucked him.
When she felt his cock enlarge, like it did in her cunt when he was ready to shoot, she sucked it faster and harder, moaning softly as she went after his hot jism.
His prick lurched in her pretty mouth, then shot loads of thick white jism down her silky throat. She gulped and gulped to keep up with the spitting of his jerking prick. Mouthful after mouthful of creamy jism slid down her throat and she enjoyed it.
Her brother groaned in his delirium and probably dreamed of some luscious female sucking him off as his massive prick spit furiously into his sister's hungry little mouth. His face turned against her crotch and her pussy-juice smeared all over his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He licked at it in his coma as his prick pumped his load. Marsha swallowed all his come, then took her mouth off his spent cock and thought what she'd done. She decided it was nice.
In the light of day, Marsha was horrified to find that she was still holding her brother's naked, wet cock. She awoke at ten and for the first time she was glad her brother had drunk so much. She slithered from under him and hurried into the bathroom. She wondered just how much of all this Ernie would recall when he finally woke up.
Maybe none of it, she told herself as she bathed her pussy in the bathtub. Maybe he'll be so hung-over he won't remember a thing. She hoped for that.