“What do you mean?” Vic asked. “I mean you're being a real stupid jerk, that's what I mean,” Len answered. “You've let that broad get under your skin, she's playing with your head.”
“Aw,” Vic drawled in half-hearted protest. “Look at yourself! You can't even get the guts to give her a decent fucking!
You're dunking of her as some kind of goddess, a virgin, an innocent little doll! Man, that's bullshit!” “I don't think so,” Vic mumbled. “I always thought she was a nice girl. She's well-behaved, clean…” “Will you cut that out!” Len hollered. His fist came slamming down on the table. “What kind of girl fucks her brother, her real, blood brother? Huh?” “Well…” Vic became silent, at a loss for words. “See? See what I mean? She's committing incest, screwing her own brother. She's nothing more than a cheap slut, a whore, a cock-sucking cunt who don't draw the line at nothing. She loves everything we been doing to her!” “Well, she ain't got much choice. After all…” Len threw his hands in the air with frustration. “There's no hope for you, Vic. You're naive, dumb, pussy-whipped!” “Will you quit saying those things about me? I can screw any woman as good as you can, dammit!” “Not her! Not now that's she's got you buffaloed!” “Like hell, I can't!”
“Sure. I been watching you, hiding all day, pacing around like a bull in the castration pen.” Vic looked at the kitchen clock.
“What's keeping her? She's been up there an awful long time.” It was only forty-five minutes since she had left the kitchen. Len smiled, “She's got fifteen minutes left before the hour I gave her is up.” “An hour? That sure is a lot of time for him to just eat his dinner.” “I know. I figure by now he's all through eating the dinner and is in the middle of eating his sister,” Len said. “You think he's doing that? After what we said? After all the screwing we gave her? You think she's doing it with him too?” Vic asked with disbelief. “If I prove it will you get off this stupid crap about her being some kind of innocent child? Will you shape up and slam your cock in her like she deserves?” “I guess so,” Vic admitted.
“Shit, what do you mean, you guess so? Man, that broad has been screwing all three of us and Ted too! Now ain't that proof she's a no-good whore? Can't that make you admit she digs cock, lots of cock, the more and the bigger and the harder it gets shoved in the better?”
Vic nodded. “You're right. I guess I just don't want to face facts. She's so damned beautiful, so nice, I can't believe a pretty girl like her would enjoy doing those things.” Len leaned over the table and spoke softly, “Today I put it up her ass. Stuck it right in there and she went nuts! Loved it like nothing she's ever had before.” He sat back and confirmed his statement with a slight nod of his head. “In her ass? Her asshole? It fit?” “Like a knife slides into butter. Man, it was the nicest damned feeling I ever had.
Her round buns banging down on my belly and that tight asshole sucking my stick like it was a long, sweet candy cane in a kid's mouth.”
“I don't believe it.” Len stood up. “Come on, I'll show you.
We'll go sneak in on 'em. I'll bet he's got her humping his stick right now. Slamming her box down on it like a crazy lady.” Vic followed Len to the hall and attic stairs. Dorothy brought her surging cunt down to feel the broad-headed entrance of David's swollen cock scrape against her glorying pussy walls. They were screaming with passion, rambling like a constant earthquake around the deep-running pole. David's hips came up slowly and matched her pace with the exactness only wombmates could attain. His cock was a perfect fit inside the hollow between her warm, trembling thighs. When completely inserted she felt absolutely full and he felt totally touched. Together they massaged each other's organs, together they worked themselves into a boiling lather. Her in-sides were like those of a butter churn, bubbling, swirling, washing around the pumping, pulling action of his constantly moving pecker. “Oh, it's so good. So wonderful, the way I feel,” she whispered in his ear.
“I could do this forever,” David replied. “Yes, but we only have a few minutes left. Let's not waste time, let's make each other happy once more,” she groaned with a sensual, hungry twist of her hips. He felt her swollen, soft breasts rub across his chest, the stiff little nipples scratched a path of wanton fire, her lips closed around the flesh of his neck and she bit softly, tenderly, with little, loving nips. David's hips started moving faster, started pumping his rod deep and hard inside the turmoil of muscular fluctuation around her cunt canal. She pressed down, her ass started to clip with pounding speed as his cock slid in and out. The continuous stream of her juices started to increase, streamed along his entering and exiting cock to paint it with glowing slickness.
“Yes!” she cried. “I'm so close! I'm going to… I'm…” She lost her words in a furious gasp for air as the flutter inside her pussy became a forceful, clamping squeeze. Then a nonstop series of rippling grabs traveled the length of the imbedded root, her pussy walls started slamming around the cock, hugging it, biting it, pinching the pleasure-giving hardness of the broiling muscle.
David suddenly clamped his hands on her ass and held tight. His cock was getting ready to explode again, to spray its thick payload deep inside her humping, swimming body. “Now ain't that a pretty picture,” Len said. Dorothy bolted up and looked back. David released her ass and felt the growing pleasure in his balls and cock instantly die. It was true-they had heard right. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with cocky, sly grins on their faces, were Vic and Len. “Tst, tst, tst,” Len mumbled. “Here we trusted you for one hour and what happens? Can't give anyone a break these days. Soon as you do you learn the most terrible things about them. Things like a sister and brother fucking, doing unnatural acts with their bodies.” “You bastard!” Dorothy shrieked. “Get out!
Leave us alone! You son-of-a-bitch!” She swung around and David's long cock slid from her juice-dripping pussy. Len laughed. “Listen to the Foul words come from the sweet girl. The girl who commits incest!
You got a lot of room to talk you slut-bitch!” David sprang from the bed and lunged with blind fury at the disgusting throat of Len.
But Len was prepared. His hard fist caught David square in the naked belly and sent him reeling to the floor. Dorothy leapt up and ran to his aid. “Leave him alone! Please! I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt David!” she cried while cradling his head. A thin trickle of blood leaked from the corner of David's mouth. He spit and tried to get up but Len stepped close and with a venomous snarl said, “One move out of you and I'll kick your damned head in!” He lifted his leg and the thick-heeled cowboy boot in front of David's face made him sink back down. “What do you want?” David asked.
“That's more like it,” Len said. “I want you two to get back on that bed and finish what you were doing. You still got five minutes left.” “What?” David asked with increasing anger. “Get on that bed and finish fucking her or I'll ram this boot right up your ass!” Dorothy grabbed David's arm and said, “Come on, David. We better do what he says.” “What?” David protested. “With them in the room? Like hell I'll…” Len's boot caught him on the side of the face and David was knocked back to the floor. His face felt like a train had hit it, he tasted blood. He knew Len was serious, deadly serious. “Come on, David,” Dorothy urged in a wavering voice. She helped him back to the bed. “You get on your back, wise-guy!” Len ordered. “And miss big-tits can mount back up on you just like before.
And we better see some good fucking! You got four minutes left to show us your jism dripping out of her cunt!” “You goddam bastard!”
David hissed. “Waste all the time you want swearing at me, tough-man,” Len said with a calm voice. “But for every minute over the next four that it takes for you to cream her cunt will mean five nice cracks across her ass with my belt!” “Please! Please do as he says!” Dorothy begged. “He means it, he's a sadistic fiend!”
David closed his eyes and felt her warm body grinding against him. “Forget they're there, pretend we're alone,” she whispered in his ear. “Pretend we're in New York, away from all this, living in our apartment and making love all day.” He forced himself to listen to her soothing voice and felt his cock responding to the frantic grinding of her anxious vagina. She was dreadfully afraid, and so was he. David didn't want to be the cause of that crud's slashing her with his belt. He concentrated on nothing but her soft voice and her soft cunt lips stroking his cock. It grew and quickly became erect.
Dorothy drove her frantic body down onto the stiffness and exhaled. It was up and in, now it had less than two minutes to ejaculate, to cream her or leave her empty and under the cracking leather of the belt.
“See, Vic? See how much they like screwing each other. The way he jams that oversized cock up inside her hungry hole? You see what I mean?” “Yesh,” answered Vic. “She's nothing but a cheap slut and a whore. Any girl who acts like that ain't worth the powder to blow her up with.” “Right. But look at that nice ass and those big, luscious tits. There ain't one damned thing wrong with her body. And it's her body I'm interested in, not her morals. Understand?” Vic nodded again. The vision of her frantically humping pussy sliding up and down David's thrusting, probing cock was exciting him to no end.
He loved the way they worked together, an unbroken rhythm, a dance with constant, merging motions. Deep inside he felt a tinge of remorse, a jealousy, a desire to have the perfect tempo they were so deftly exhibiting. “You got one minute!” Len announced.
“God, please, please, please…” Dorothy moaned softly into her brother's ear. “Swing back and forth,” David mumbled. “Fast.”
Dorothy's lips fell into immediate action, they jerked to the left, then the right. David's inserted cock was shoved forcefully to each side, her sucking internal walls hugged firmly to one, then the other, side of his long rod. “That's it,” he whispered. Then his hips pounded up with a power no one expected, not Len not Vic, not even Dorothy. She grimaced with pain at first, then she sighed, her gash felt a newer, greater sensation as the cock head deftly scrubbed each side of her pounding cunt. It was an extremely exciting dash through the delicate tissue linings, a stroke which threw them into instant rebellion. Her quick, eager response only served to increase David's excitement. His cock was being stroked in an area which received less friction during more formal sex, he could feel his arousal growing, his testicles churning their heavy load. He kept jabbing into her and she never stopped the side-to-side clips of her talented slit. “Fifteen seconds!” Len announced. “Now or her ass will be black and blue!” David lunged up with a full-hearted heave and felt the jism thunder along the ecstasy-ridden length of his cock. It splashed into the welcoming twists of her box and Dorothy cried out with delight. “You did it! I feel it! It feels so wonderful, so good, so warm!” She collapsed forward onto his heaving body and a powerful orgasm enveloped her body. She gasped and jerked with abandon around the spilling tool, cream gushed from her foreskins and drooled like liquid silver down across the rocking sac of pumping testicles below. “He did it,” Vic said with a touch of admiration. “He creamed in her just in time.” “That's 'cause he can't hold it,” Len mumbled. “They call that a premature ejaculation.”
Vic's forehead wrinkled and he looked over at Len. “Where'd you learn that?” “I read books, stupid. Now drag her off him and down to her own room. I'm so horny from watching that I feel like poking her myself.” “Me too,” Vic said. Len slapped him on the shoulder. “See? I told you if you'd change your attitude everything would be different!” Vic grabbed Dorothy by the arm and started to lift her away from the hugging grasp of David when Len shouted, “Hey! Wait a minute!” He went to the bed and pushed David's pillow to the side. The envelope stuffed with money was there. Len picked it up and looked inside, a whistle escaped his lips. “Well, I'll be go-to-hell. Our little stepbrother has been holding out more than his hot-fucking sister on us. There must be over a thousand dollars in here!” “Huh?” Vic asked while trying to see over Len's broad shoulder. Len pulled his wallet from his jeans and quickly shoved the fat envelope inside. He could hardly fold the wallet but somehow managed to shove it back into the pocket away from Vic's gaze.
“We can count this later,” he snapped. “Right now we got her to take care of!” “You damned thief!” David cursed. “If I get the chance to get my hands on you I'll…” Len slapped him across the face and snorted. “You won't get the chance you little prick, so shut up!”
“You'll regret this!” Dorothy cried as Vic jerked her to her feet. “Bullshit! You two assholes ain't got a leg to stand on!
All we gotta do is let the word out and you'll be driven out of this town on a rail! People around here don't go for incest! Shit, no one does! So if you say one fucking word we'll open up and see to it that you're both exposed!” Len yelled. Then he jerked his thumb at the open door and ordered, “Get her downstairs, Vic. On the bed!” As Vic shoved Dorothy from the room David made one last fitful lunge at Len.
Len seemed to welcome it, he laughed and jammed his knee into David's fully exposed crotch. David collapsed onto the floor and held tight to his revolting guts. “There! That ought to make your big cock feel good!” Len laughed. He locked the room up and quickly went downstairs. The thick wallet made a jutting lump in his rear pocket but for the moment his thoughts were only on satisfying the lust in his loins. The excitement of watching Dorothy and David's well-matched intercourse had been too much to bear. A second lump was in his jeans, the long, hard lump of an erect, throbbing cock.
David felt he was going to vomit. His insides were thrashing like a washing machine, a heave came to his throat and he crawled to the closet door. It was painful for him to reach up and turn the knob but he managed. He grabbed for the wastebasket, dragged it to his face, waited for the recently eaten dinner to come up. But it didn't.
The simple exercise of moving to the door had been enough to ease the blasting pain in his guts. He tried to stand up and had to balance himself on the dresser. But it did help. Finally he strolled slowly around the room, stretched, felt the knot in his bowels and testicles at last release. He went to the wastebasket and spit the blood from his mouth. He was in one piece at least, he had that to be thankful for. But not much else. The whimpers of Dorothy as she struggled with the two monsters were filtering up to his room. In an uncontrollable flash of anger he lashed out and slammed his fist against the wall. The stabs of pain running along his forearm were quick to sober his senses. David kicked the wastebasket back into the open closet. That's when it hit him. The closet! He looked inside and up. The ceiling was flat, level. Everywhere else in the attic room had slanted ceilings to conform with the roof of the house. But an artificial ceiling was at the top of the closet, something he had been too stupid to think of before now. He pulled a chair into the closet and stood on it. A slight upward push was enough to dislodge the simple piece of painted plywood someone had slipped between the closet beams as a top to the closet. David jumped from the chair and ran to his clothes. As he dressed he tried to devise some plan of action, some way to get Dorothy away from them and still manage to escape. “All right, get onto the bed and on your hands and knees,” Len ordered Dorothy. “I want your ass jutting out and your sweet mouth open!” She was experiencing the greatest fear yet. Len was livid with anger and Vic seemed to be totally changed. Vic cleared his throat and added, “You heard him! Do as he says!” His hand slapped across the full meat of her bare ass and sent stinging pains up her back. She jumped around and gasped. Vic leered at her and started to undo his pants. As she obediently climbed onto the bed the brothers stripped naked. Each cock was endowed with great stiffness and redness. They were like to menacing daggers before her eyes. Tears started to roll from her; she gasped and realized there was going to be no pleasure for her this time, none at all.
“On your hands and knees!” Len yelled. She got into the position and waited. “Jut your ass back real nice now so Vic can plug his cock up your asshole,” Len said. “He don't want to dirty his pecker with your brother's jism.” “Oh, please, please no…” she moaned. Vic's hands pushed down on the small of her back and she felt her rounded ass spiking back at him. Next she felt the hot head of his cock playing against each cheek of her ass, sliding up and down the crack, toying, teasing, brushing her helpless and fully exposed anus. Len jumped onto the bed and knelt before her head. “Lift up that crying face and wrap your mouth around my dick!” She raised her face and stared at his blood-engorged cock. After a swallow she found the courage to lick out at it, to taste the salty meat, to press her lips onto it. Len's hands came down to the back of her head and tore into her hair. “Swallow my cock inside your mouth!” She opened up and he jammed his long, hard stick forcefully into the softness of her mouth and throat. It was such a mean push that she gagged, the cock choked the breath right out of her and she was helpless to do anything about it. “Now suck it real good or you'll smother!” She drew her lips tight around the imbedded shaft and gave it a long, pulling suck. As she eased back she was able to breath through her nose, the air filled her grateful lungs. “That's it, cunt, suck it up real good.” “Auuuuuugh!” she screamed as the seething pain of Vic's large cock head ripping into her anus blasted through her unexpecting body. He shoved with pure might and viciousness.
The cock speared into her without stop, stretched her delicately tissued rectum with such force that the pains ran down her legs and up to her cock-filled neck. “Now listen to me,” Len said. “You draw back on my pecker, back just far enough to keep the head in your lips.
Then when Vic shoves into you I want you to stay where you are, when he pulls out you go down on me, get it?” She understood. As soon as she drew off Len's thick rod Vic crammed himself inside her with a meat-slapping vengeance. She forced herself not to move or scream. As Vic pulled his cock from the depths of her rectum she pushed down to fill her throat with the throbbing shaft of Len's hot spike.
“That's it,” Len moaned. “You got talent, baby, real talent. Too bad you waste it on that sissy upstairs.” Vic shoved in and she pulled off Len. As Len withdrew she plunged her face back down on the cock. At every moment she had a prick running inside her, one stabbing her rectum into a painful series of electric shocks, the other battering her throat like a sledge hammer. David was dressed and grabbed every bit of paper he could find in his bedroom and dumped it into the wastebasket. Then he took one thing and tucked it under his belt-his flute. All his sheet music was in the wastebasket and with remorse he dropped the match onto it. The flames licked at the pages, smoke wisped from the stuffed basket. David jumped onto the chair and struggled his way up through the opening above. Then he pushed the plywood top back over the closet to make sure the smoke didn't flow into the beamed, dry part of the attic he was now in. With a jump down to the ceiling beams below David was free of his room. He knew exactly where to go-he had a plan. Above the garage was another small attic door, one used to shove pieces of lumber and rubbish out of sight for above-head storage. David dropped into the garage and brushed his long blond hair from his eyes. Just as he had figured, the door into the kitchen was unlocked. He was now inside the house and the moans of his poor sister could be heard coming from her bedroom. David swallowed the impulse to find a weapon and attack the two bastards-that was foolish and he knew the chances of his defeating them both, even with a weapon, were slim. He quietly moved into the hallway but didn't go to Dorothy's bedroom. He slipped into Vic and Len's messy room. Then he waited.
Vic's cock was being sucked from a million different directions by Dorothy's shuddering, trembling asshole. When he pushed in real deep he loved the way her buttocks flattened against his thighs, bulged their cool softness against his sweaty hips. He giggled over his foolishness, his letting her get under his skin. But now he was under her skin, way under, and it felt terrific! Len's cock was saturated with her saliva and each time she drew her crushing lips along the length it made him tingle with absolute pleasure. She sure could suck a mean cock, he told himself. This girl's mouth Right to be bronzed and hung up in some museum. “How ya doing?” Len asked Vic.
'Great,” Vic said. “Real great.” “I'll say. And we still got the rest of the week with her,” Len said. “Man, I'm gonna make up for lost time. You think we can take turns with her all night? You know, sleep with her and fuck her whenever we feel like it?” “Brother, tonight she's yours. You can go first without even flipping a coin.”
“Thanks, Len,” Vic said, as he jammed his pulsating shaft hard and deep. Dorothy groaned with pain, she was getting no pleasure at all. It was too much. Her painful, over-fucked body was numb everywhere, except for the frequent stings of her stretching rectum and raw, punished throat. “Hey?” Vic suddenly called out. “Do you smell smoke?” “Huh?” Len lifted his head up from the fog of bliss and made a heavy sniff. His eyes widened. “Yeah! Go see what it is!
See if that asshole upstairs has done something stupid!” Without thinking Vic tore his thick shaft from Dorothy's tender asshole. She growled with agony and felt the muscles of her rectum clamor with burning grief. Her pink-rimmed asshole popped wide open to let the broad head abruptly pass, then slammed shut with a violent collapse.
Vic only trotted as far as the bedroom door and stopped. He looked up the stairs and his mouth fell open. Thick streams of white smoke billowed from under the attic door. He spun around and yelled to Len, “Holy shit, he's started a fucking fire up there! There's smoke all over the damned place!” Len brutally whipped his cock from Dorothy's stuffed throat and jumped from the bed. She dropped onto her belly and cried tears of relief. “That stupid shit!” Len howled as he bounded up the stairs and shoved at the door. It didn't open, it was locked. Unconsciously he reached down to his pocket, but he was nude, the pants were in Dorothy's bedroom. “The keys, they're in my pants!” he yelled at Vic. “Get 'em from her room!” Vic dashed into the bedroom where Dorothy lay weeping and grabbed Len's pants. He jerked the keys from the pocket with a foul curse and ran back up the stairs. Len opened the padlock and shoved the door open. They burst into the room and were assaulted with the thick, billowing smoke.
“Open the window!” Len yelled. “I can't! It's boarded shut!”
Vic cried back. “Where's the damned fire? I can't see a fucking thing!” David flew from their bedroom and took the stairs in two leaps. He grabbed the door and pulled it shut then slammed the padlock in place. Grabbing the keys and stuffing them into his pocket he jumped down the stairs and into Dorothy's bedroom. She jerked her head up and let out a cry of happiness. “Get dressed! Quick! We've got to get out of here fast! It won't take long for them to figure out how I escaped!” Dorothy grabbed her small bag under the bed and hurried on her slacks and blouse while David pulled the fat wallet from the discarded pants of Len. He threw the wallet into her small case, grabbed her by the arm and said, “Come on, next stop is New York City!” “What about them? Won't they burn?” she asked.
“Burning's too good for them, they'll get out!”
“Goddammit that burns!” Vic howled as he stomped his bare feet onto the red paper embers Len dumped from the wastebasket. Len threw a blanket over the smoldering, urine-splattered mess and smothered it.
The flames stopped but the smoke still hung heavy in the air.
“Where is he?” Vic asked. “Shit!” Len was jerking at the door. “Shit! Dammit! He got out!” “What?” Together they lunged against the door and it strained with a screaming creak but didn't give way. They smashed into it again but the exertion caused them to breathe more heavily. Vic fell away in a gasping fit of coughing. Len spit and kicked the door, he forgot he was barefooted and smashed his toes brutally into the wood. “Ahhhh! Dammit!
Shit!” “Hey,” Vic cried, “look in the closet! There's a chair in there!” Len limped to the closet and realized how David had escaped. He screamed at Vic, “You were supposed to check everything!
You were in charge of making this room break-out proof!” “Aw, fuck you!” Vic yelled back as he jumped onto the chair. “I'm getting out of all this damned smoke!” David started the truck and backed it down the driveway with Dorothy sitting beside him. He screeched the tires and turned onto the road. “Where do we go now?” she asked.
“Straight to the train station. Every minute longer I'm in this town makes me sicker and sicker!” As they were speeding through town Dorothy grabbed David's wrist and quickly said, “Stop!”
“Stop? Why?” “There's Ted!” “Dorothy, we don't have time for goodbyes! Vic and Len will be on our tail any minute!”
“I know! I know,” she excitedly answered. “Just let me talk to Ted and we won't have to worry!” The sense she was making dawned on David and his foot slammed onto the brake pedal hard enough to throw the car into a tail spinning stop. Ted saw them and came running over. “What's up?” he asked. As Dorothy rolled down her window she whispered to David, “Let me handle this-it will be my pleasure.”