David Reese was Bernadette's oldest brother. He had just turned twenty-four, had gotten his CPA, and had become the head of the family. He had no girl friends, nor any likely prospect of getting married in the near future, which meant his energies would be devoted to supporting the family his parents had left behind them when they'd died.
David was only five feet seven inches tall, and though not exactly ugly, he was a long way from being handsome. There was nothing rugged or masculine about him. On the contrary, he had an almost mawkish appearance that turned women off. Though a mere twenty-two, he was already balding. His high forehead extended almost to the top of his head, though he still had plenty of hair on the sides. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, which in no way enhanced his appearance.
It was David's contention that a woman's place was in the home. Since Bernadette had only one year of high school left, he agreed to let her finish it, on condition the school lump her two free periods and her lunch period together at the end of the school day, so she could get out of school two hours ahead of everyone else and return home to take care of the household chores.
Gail Reese, Bernadette's younger sister, had almost no sense of responsibility whatsoever. At the age of eighteen, she had been laid, re-laid, parlayed, and probably filleted. She had one hell of a body, but she had the kind of face one would cover with the American flag so one could fuck for Old Glory. Perhaps it was because she was so ugly that Gail insisted on screwing around with every male in the high school. How she avoided VD was a pure miracle.
Ron Reese was Bernadette's youngest brother, though he was two years older than she. He was in his last year of high school, too. It wasn't that Ron was dumb; it was just that Bernadette was very smart. She had skipped two grades in elementary school.
Ron had tight, kinky, dark blond hair. He wasn't too bad looking, and of all the Reese brothers, he had the best chance for marriage later on in life. Like almost all boys his age, his mind was occupied with fast cars and easy girls.
Alvin Reese was the worst member of the family. He was the second brother, twenty years old, and a bit addle-brained. He wasn't retarded enough to have to go to a special school, nor was he retarded enough not to know about the birds and bees. But Alvin was a virgin because no girl, ugly or otherwise, wanted anything to do with him. Therefore Alvin was always around the house.
And Alvin knew what had been going on between his sister and his father.
But now his father was dead. Where was Bernadette going to get her cock? Alvin knew. He was going to offer her his. Offer? Hell, he was gonna shove it into her cunt whether she liked it or not! And if she tried squealing on him, he'd let the rest of the world know about her and dear old dead dad.
With their parents buried less than a week, Alvin decided he'd had a long enough mourning period. He wanted to fuck his sister, and that's all there was to it.
He waited for Bernadette to come from school that Monday, his hulking frame seated in a rocking chair. Unlike his two brothers, Alvin was extremely fat. He always had a simple look on his face, which was far from being a handsome face in any way. He moved quickly enough considering how much he weighed, but he looked like a lumbering rhino. He was always dressed in dungarees and a polo shirt because he hardly ever left the house.
When Bernadette walked into the house, she always ignored Alvin. He was her brother, and that was all there was to it. She had no special feeling for him, and she was totally unaware of the lust he had for her. So she was surprised when he said, "Hi ya, Bernie."
"Hi, Alvin," she nodded, putting her books down on the hall table.
"Hey, Bernie, let's you and me talk."
"Alvin, I don't have time to talk. I have to do the wash, and some ironing, then I have to get supper ready."
"Aw, shit! You can get all that done in a couple of hours. That'll give us plenty of time."
"Alvin, just what are you talking about?"
"Well, it's like this, Bernie. I know you and Pa were fucking."
Bernadette stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she heard. She stared at her moronic brother, her eyes wide.
"Stay cool, Bernie. I ain't gonna tell no one else… providin'…"
"Providing what?"
"Providin' you and I can come to some sorta arrangement like you had with Pa."
"Alvin, I always thought you were simple-minded. Now I see you're crazy as well."
She turned and walked away from him, heading for the laundry room next to the kitchen. Alvin followed, a big smirk on his face.
"Whatsa matter, Bernie?"
"You know what the matter is," she snapped. "What went on between Daddy and me happened because we loved each other."
"Well, I love you, Bernie."
"And as a sister I love you. But only as a sister."
"Shit on that. You fucked for Pa, and you're gonna fuck for me."
"Now, Alvin, you stop that."
"Stop? Hell, I ain't even started yet."
"And you aren't going to. Now forget it."
"No chance, Bernie. I figure if we start now, we can get done in an hour or two, and you'll have lotsa time to take care of the house."
"Forget it, Alvin."
Completely unaware of how serious her brother was, Bernadette took clothes from the laundry basket she had filled before going to school and dumped them into the washing machine. She added powder and then started the machine.
Suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in the air as Alvin said, "It'll take a while for the clothes to get done, Bernie. We can have a lot fun till then."
"Alvin!" she screamed. "Put me down!"
"Sure," he told her, "once we're in a bedroom."
"My God! Alvin, how can you think of a thing like that with Mom and Dad dead only a week?"
"What the hell've their bein' dead got ta do with the way I feel?" he asked, carrying her up the stairs. "I got hot nuts and they need coolin' off. You got the nut-cooler 'tween your legs."
He carried her into her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw her on the bed. When she tried standing up, he pulled a sash from one of her robes and tied her wrists behind her.
"Alvin," Bernadette screamed, on the verge of hysteria, "you stop this!"
"Aw, shuddup, Bernie," he snapped, starting to undress. "You're gonna love my cock and you know it."
"Alvin, it isn't right!"
"Oh, and I suppose what you done with Pa was right, huh? Look, Bernie, you're gonna get fucked by me. We can do it the easy way so's we can both have fun, or we do it so it's only fun for me."
One thing Alvin inherited from his father was his long, fat dork. The moment he dropped his pants and Bernadette saw it, she gasped, terrorized by the sheer size of her brother's prick.
As soon as he was naked, Alvin waddled over to where Bernadette lay and, without any ceremony, used both hands to reach under and pull her panties off, despite the way she kicked him.
"Next time we'll get all undressed – you, too," he said. "For now, we'll just fuck the way ya are. Okay?"
"Alvin, stop it!"
He threw himself on top of her, jamming his knees between her thighs, otherwise doing his best to keep her from moving around. His heavy cock poked into the side of her thigh as his head came down and began biting her right tit through the cloth of her dress and bra.
Bernadette tried wriggling free, but he held her tightly by the shoulders as he chewed on her nipple through the material. Then he released one shoulder and shoved a hand between her aching thighs, beginning to roughly massage her dry cunt-lips. He was hurting her and she wanted to scream, but she realized the family had tragedy enough, and if anyone found Alvin raping her, he'd be committed, which might mean another financial burden on Dave. And Dave was the kind of guy who would put the blame on her rather than on Alvin.
"Alvin," she pleaded, "don't do this! I'm your sister! You're hurting me. Do you want to go on hurting me?"
"Cool it, Bernie," he told her. "You're gonna love the old cock. You know it and I know it. So just relax and the whole thing'll go a lot easier."
She felt his fingers moving more smoothly around her cunt-lips now, and she shivered as she realized she was getting horny, not because of Alvin, but in spite of him. She was beginning to breathe heavily, and Alvin, who had seen his share of fuck movies, recognized its meaning.
"See, Bernie," he told her. "You're starting to like it. Oh, you wait'n see. You're gonna like it a lot."
She began turning and twisting, but her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she could see the crazy look in her brother's eyes. He had no intention of stopping until he got his rocks off.
Bernadette tried kicking at him, but he brushed her legs aside easily.
"Please, Alvin!" she begged, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh, please don't do this!"
"Stop squealin' like a stuck pig," Alvin told her. "It ain't like I was gonna hurt you, Bernie. You been fucked before. You know what it's all about. I ain't gonna do nothin' different than what's already been done. And ain't it better you fuckin' with me, a brother you love, than with some strange guy who could give ya a dose of clap?"
His fingers continued rubbing her pussy, touching the bead of her growing clit. His fingers moved all the faster now, and soon he could fit one, then two, and finally three fingers into her sopping gash. He knew he had a big cock. He'd seen the sizes of so many others, especially in school in the boys' shower room. He knew his cock was exceptionally large, and his slow-witted mind still had enough sense to realize he didn't want to hurt his sister. So before shoving his oversized cock into her pussy, he wanted to make sure her cunt was wide open and soaking wet so his prong could simply slide right on in her hole.
As it was, he could feel the tension slowly going out of her thighs as she stopped fighting. Little by little she allowed him to push her thighs farther and farther apart as he rubbed her juicy pink cunt-flesh with his fingers.
"Alvin, don't," she went on, but her voice had lost all conviction. His fingers had her in heat, and she was bouncing her ass on the bed in rhythm to the way his fingers moved, soft sucking sounds coming from within her drooling cunt-hole.
Alvin ignored her words as he began rubbing her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the pearl of flesh swell even more. His fingers squeezed the clit strongly, and Bernadette gasped and jumped as she realized she was beyond control now. She was heated to the point of no return. She began trembling even more, in response to the way he was touching and fingering her twat. Wild thrills began shooting like lightning through her pussy, and Bernadette realized Alvin was making her feel things only her father had been able to make her feel. The few boys she'd let touch her pussy hadn't been able to stimulate her at all.
It was because Alvin was her brother. Ugly and simple-minded as he was, they were of the same flesh, and the thought was arousing to her. She began bouncing her butt on the bed wildly.
"That's it, Bernie," Alvin whispered, delighted at the response he was getting. "Thatta girl. I knew you'd love fuckin' me. We're gonna have us a lotta good times together, you wait'n see. God! Look it the way your ass is bouncin' and see how your cunt's juicin' already. Listen to how my fingers're squeakin' in and outta your pussy. Here, I'll make things easier. I'll shove this here pillow under your ass."
Now he took his fingers from inside her sopping slit and began inching his cock forward, pushing the big prick-head against her slick, slithery gash.
When she felt Alvin's thick knob pressing into her cunt-lips, Bernadette began writhing again. Her body was in heat, but her mind was still fighting, and she cried, "Alvin, you'll rip me apart with that monstrous cock of yours!"
"Cool it, Bernie. You're gonna love it."
"Alvin, this is rape! Don't do this!"
"It's only rape if ya fight me. Stay cool, Bernie. Enjoy it. Hell, you know you wanna get fucked. You're dyin' for a cock. Jesus! I mean Pa might be dead, but you ain't. Your twat's just dyin' for a good piece of prick. You know you want it."
He spread her sopping pussy-lips with his fingers and moved the pulsing tip of his heavy cock to her wet, coral cunt-mouth.
"My God! No, no, no, no! Alvin, don't!" she screamed, now hysterical.
His thick, weighty meat began sliding forward, and he shoved a good three inches of prick into her steaming fuck-slot. It seemed to scorch Bernadette every bit of the way into her sopping cunt. His cock was even thicker than her dead father's, and she whined in pain as the big dong seemed to tear her cunt open. She writhed in what appeared to be constant torment as he worked the heavy rod around and around inside her flaming pussy-hole. The pain was swiftly fading, being replaced by the wonderful sensation of cock-in-cunt when he shot another three inches of cock into her tender cunt. She bounced madly, he stuffed his last few inches of his tool into her fuck-hole, ramming the elastic head of his knob against the end of her cunt. Bernadette almost fainted from a combination of agony and delight.
Once his prick was securely lodged all the way in his sister's snatch, Alvin began sliding his heavy meat in and out of her tight, gripping pussy. Noisy sucking sounds escaped from the snug fit of his thick cock into her boiling cunt. But the more he worked the fuck-pole into her twat the faster the pain abated and the hornier she got. Alvin was a dummy in everything else, but when it came to fucking, virgin male though he had been, he seemed to have a natural aptitude, and little by little her butt began bouncing in time to the way her brother's thick meat was plunging into her cunt. Her fuck-tunnel began widening to hold his thick cock more easily, and now wild, shivering thrills began shooting through her in spasmodic bursts.
Her thighs opened all the more widely as she willingly accepted the full length of his prick, shuddering, sighing, and tingling with pleasure. The fucking was loosening the sash around her wrists.
"Alvin," she moaned, but this time her voice had a different sound to it. "Oh, Alvin, fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, do it, brother! Fuck me good! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Oh, boy, I just knew you'd like it. I just knew it! I fuck great, don't I, Bernie?"
He crammed his heavy meat deeper into her slavering snatch, and her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as she pumped her crotch up into his hard, hairy pelvis, sucking his thick meat into her voracious pussy, gobbling the swollen cock within her greedy, sucking cunt. Her wrists came free.
Alvin was feeling the air in his lungs turn to fire as his fingers squeezed her nipples through the dress and bra, his body shivering uncontrollably as he fucked into her twat again and again. Bernadette was tearing her fingernails through the flesh on his back, raking bloodlines from his neck to his waist, gasping as her body humped to match his mad, uncontrollable pace.
"Fuck me, fuck me, FUUUCCKK MEEEEE!!" she yelled, her body bouncing wildly, humping madly.
They became a turbulent, humping conglomeration of seething prick and wanton pussy jammed together in an insane, lascivious fight, tearing their mad, uncontrollable way to lustful satisfaction. They humped without thought to time, their bodies riding uncontrollably against one another.
Alvin's mouth clamped tightly against his sister's, and Bernadette found herself responding, kissing her slow-witted brother with as much fervor as he was kissing her. Her teeth clamped down on his tongue and almost tore it out of his mouth as she bit and chewed.
And then he came, unleashing his load into her clinging cunt as he rocketed toward the heavens in an uncontrollable, explosive orgasm. He unloaded a fantastic amount of heavy jizz into her anxious cunt, firing blast after blast of gummy spunk into her yearning pussy. He clung desperately to her as his balls emptied themselves into her twat, rocking madly back and forth as she tried to reach her own climax. But try as she might, it wouldn't come.
"Make me come!" she begged. "Make me come!"
"But I already came," he told her, slowly getting off her.
"Goddamn you!" she snarled. "You make me come, or I'll tell all the others how you raped me here today!"
"Whatcha want me to do?"
"Eat my cunt!"
"Yeah, but it's all fulla my wad."
"So what! It's yours, isn't it? Now get your mouth down there!"
Shrugging, Alvin lowered his head, bringing it closer to her sperm-filled snatch. He could see the white blobs inside her hot pussy, some of it seeping out, covering the pretty pink cunt-lips. He could feel the heat coming from inside her pussy, and the ripe fragrance of the mingled juices inside reached his nose. It was a strong, arousing odor, and Alvin was amazed as he felt his cock beginning to harden. Bits of white sperm dotted her dark muff as well, intensifying his hunger.
"Stop staring and get to work!" Bernadette snapped, arching her cunt in his direction, balancing herself on her heels and elbows.
Her sopping beaver washed his chin, and Alvin, unable to restrain himself in any way, opened his mouth wide and clamped his sucking mouth on the hairy slash. He began slurping his jizz out of her gash, using his tongue to make her cunt juice bubble violently. His hands were holding her ass, his fingers tightly squeezing the round globes, pressing her soggy pussy even harder against his mouth.
Bernadette went mad with delight. Her body fell back on the bed so she could hump her box higher, thrilling to the way he pressed his fat, inexperienced tongue far up into her cunt-hole. He ate her twat the way she would have sucked on a ripe, juicy plum, and a fresh flood of colorless pussy-cream began flowing out of her gash, soaking his lips, chin and cheeks. It had taken him almost no time at all to drain out his cum, and now he was sucking the sweet syrup manufactured by her blistering cunt. Bernadette heard him slurping and sucking strongly, his tongue continually thrusting in and out, in and out of her horny snatch.
"Lick my cunt, you bastard!" she wailed, unable to contain herself any longer. "Ooooooooh, son of a bitch, suck, suck, suck! Lap that little button… ahhhhhhh…"
Alvin stopped for a moment and came up for air. His face was completely smeared with her secretions, and he was panting, trying to take a few deep breaths.
Bernadette was hotter than hell. Her swollen, rigid clit felt like a tiny sausage ready to burst from its skin. It was bright-red, and flooded with hot blood, and when his face came down and his tongue pressed against the quivering bud, she fairly shrieked her delight. Her head spun from side to side on the pillow, her black hair flying.
She could feel Alvin's tongue lapping faster and faster, like a thirsty hound drinking water, and she bounced and shuddered as she strained toward her orgasm. Her thighs had tightened strongly around his head as her hands pulled his hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her inflamed gash. Her seething pussy humped against his working mouth in desperation as she felt that wonderful feeling begin to build up again inside her. She was shivering and sucking in air loudly as the sensation built higher and higher inside her. And then she was there, ramming her flaming pussy hard against his hungering mouth, squirting jet after jet of pussy-cream into his face as she came madly.
Alvin, in heat again, in fact considerably hotter than before, felt her thighs tighten around his head until he thought the pressure would make his head crack. Still he slurped madly, feeling her bounce crazily on the bed, almost tearing his head from his shoulders.
Her thighs suddenly parted and she all but tore the hair from his head as she yanked him away from her oversensitive snatch. She shuddered and sighed, lying back, thinking it was over.
But it was not yet ended. Alvin needed more relief. Even as his sister lay back, his ponderous form covered her slender body and he guided his thick, heavy prick to the butterfly lips of her sweet pussy. This time the resistance was considerably less. Her cunt walls opened widely to welcome his burning tool.
This time he expected the fucking would last a little longer. He wanted to play with his sister's tits for a while, but she was still fully dressed, and dim-witted as he was, he knew he didn't dare risk tearing the clothing from her.
Bernadette's pussy was oversensitive, and yet she wanted more. Even as his cock filled the depths of her weeping snatch a second time, she realized she wanted to feel her brother's heavy pole reaming through her tight fuck-hole.
Alvin grabbed her ass-cheeks again, squeezing those luscious cheeks. His digging prick plunged ever deeper on every in stroke, forcing Bernadette to adjust to the solid, swift, ass-pounding beat of his screwing. Her blood-swollen nipples pushed against the material of her bra, rubbing back and forth against his bare chest as it pressed against her dress. Together they rocked from side-to-side in a wild embrace, rolling and struggling, but this time working toward a common goal.
Her father might have been more experienced, and he might have even fucked her better, but Bernadette couldn't recall when she'd ever been fucked with such energy before. She had no idea whether it was some innate ability of Alvin's, or if it was his youth. In any case, she was getting the wildest screwing of her life.
Even as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Alvin's hunching dong, Bernadette realized this would not be the end of it. At the moment she didn't want it to end, but once she regained her sanity, she would do her best to avoid Alvin. But even then she knew damn well there would be no way of avoiding Alvin. This was going to be the first in a series of many nights when her brother would be fucking her without letup.
Bernadette knew this incredible fuck couldn't go on much longer. She could feel his sunken shaft twitching violently inside her twat, building the feeling inside her cunt to a shimmering delightfulness, making her dangle on the edge of an erotic precipice. She could feel him trying to slow down his fuck-thrusts in the hope of holding off his impending orgasm, but it would have been easier to hold the wind in his hands. Bernadette's desire had built to a peak again, and she refused to slow her grinding hips. Her calves locked themselves behind his back for leverage as her pussy muscles proceeded to squeeze his cock.
Her second climax suddenly came sweeping down on her, and her heels kicked his back as her arms clutched his weighty body to her. Even as she soared to the heights of orgasmic delight, she felt his wild thrusts become even stronger. He plunged ever-more-maddeningly into her cock-crushing hole, and then his immense body stiffened on top of hers and began jerking and twisting violently about as his whole being concentrated itself in the steaming, piston of his thrusting cock. He plunged in and out of her with ever-greater speed, and new climaxes built themselves on old, fading ones, as she bounced wildly, shrieking out her insane pleasures, clutching him all the more tightly.
And then she felt another load of heavy, boiling sperm suddenly stream into her cunt as Alvin babbled incoherently. His jizz exploded into her again and again, and he kept prodding his meat into her cunt as his prick continued spurting. She rose to even higher peaks before his dick slowly shrank inside her snatch.
She fell back on the bed, exhausted, and Alvin fell on top of her. They lay that way for nearly an hour before she finally got up, slipped on new panties, and went about her household chores.