"Well, that ought to last us for a couple of days," Patty said, looking at the stack of wood that had been gathered.
"And Ron's got the fire going inside," Linda noted, looking at the smoke rising from the chimney. "Why don't you start carrying what we've got out here indoors, Marty, and use some to feed the heat. Your aunt and I'll take a breather, then follow you with our share of the load."
"Sure, Mom," Marty said. "You two rest as long as you need to. You've already worked your tails off. Can't understand why you had Ron light the fire, to tell you the truth. Sally could have done that while Ron stayed out here with us and wed have gotten finished a lot sooner. Besides, what's taking him so long anyway?"
"The main thing is that we got the job done," Linda said, dismissing her sons complaints. "No time to start griping about who's doing what."
"Well, you can be darned sure when I deliver this," Marty vowed, snatching up an armload of wood, "that I'm gonna bring Ron and Sally back with me to help out. This might've started out as a vacation, but it's not that for anybody anymore. Everybody's gotta pull their weight."
Marty headed toward the cabin with his burden, carefully stepping through the knee-deep snow. When he reached the door, he kicked it open with his booted foot. And as the heat from inside struck him he froze from what he saw, losing his grip so the wood he carried clattered to the floor.
"No!" he hissed.
Then he thawed out enough to slam the door behind him.
In the distance, keeping tabs on what they were able to see and hear, Linda and Patty broke into a fit of the giggles.
"You bitch!" Marty seethed, staring at his cousin Sally. "Nothing stops you, does it? I turn my back on you and you wind up fucking your own brother."
"What was I supposed to do?" Sally lilted without the slightest embarrassment. "It just happened, that's all. I was horny and Ron was the only one here."
"Yeah, well, just look at him now," sneered Marty. "Looks to me that he'd rather be anywhere else than where he is now."
What Marty meant was that Ron was all but hiding behind the handiest piece of furniture, having fled there in alarm when his cousin had walked through the door.
"C'mon out," Marty called to him, "you've got nothing to be afraid of from me. I'm not gonna tell our moms or anything. Can't afford to. I'm just as guilty as anybody else in this room."
"Have you f-fucked my sis, too?" Ron stammered, warily edging into the open.
"Just not in the ass, that's all," Marty said. "You'd have gotten that and more," Sally said, bold as ever, "if you'd gone for it. Can I help it if Ron turned out to be more of a stud than you are?"
"Hey, better cool it, Sis," Ron warned. "Marty still looks pissed enough to slug somebody. And the way your mouth is running, I wouldn't blame him if it turned out to be you."
Glancing toward his male cousin, Marty replied in a tough-guy drawl, "Yeah, thanks for the idea. That's just what the two-timing little whore deserves."
Marty stood directly over his female cousin. Sally was on her knees, as sassy as ever.
"You wouldn't dare," she defiantly challenged.
"Don't bet on that," he snapped. Lashing out, he slapped Sally across her face. But she held her ground despite the blow, hardly budging.
"Is that the hardest you can hit?" she spat.
"How's this, bitch?" Marty smacked Sally gain.
She laughed in his face. "You're gonna have to get a whole lot rougher than that, boy, to prove to me you have what it takes to be the boss."
Now Marty put his large hands around her slender neck. Squeezing, he snarled, "I could turn out your lights so easy, cunt. You know that, don't you?"
Ron couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Enough is enough, Marty! Back off my sister. Sure, she's a whore. But you might kill her if you don't leave her alone."
Sally, though, didn't appreciate Ron's concern. "Mind your own business. This is between me and Marty!"
Then something struck her as amusing, as she interrupted herself with a smirk.
"That is," she told her brother, "unless you stop acting like such a sissy, Ronnie, and decide to pitch in and help your cousin here put me in my place. Now there's something I could understand. Maybe both of you together might be a match for me."
Ron gulped, "Jesus, Sis, do you know what you're asking for?"
"Absolutely!" Sally said. "The only problem is whether you two turkeys have enough sense to figure it out, then the balls to go through with it."
Ron and Marty looked at each other, Marty's hands loosening around the throat of Ron's sister. The boys both recognized Sally wasn't talking about any death wish.
"Rape," both boys whispered.
"If, of course, you've got the balls for it," Sally taunted.
She was driving her brother and cousin crazy by this point. To keep their self-respect, Ron and Marty had to do something to shut her up. Ron suddenly joined Marty. Together, they forced Sally to the floor, her brother pinning down her arms and her cousin yanking apart her legs. "I was already fucking her when you walked in, so you can go first now," Ron offered.
"Yeah. Watch this." Marty reached between Sally's widely stretched thighs.
Although nearly hairless, her crotch still sprouted a few stray blonde wisps here and there. One almost invisible swirl grew at the top of her cunt. Seizing the hair, Marty brutally yanked. The result was Sally's clit being tugged out front and center.
"Suffer, bitch, suffer," mumbled Marty. He twisted the fragile strands of pussy hair double around his cousins clit. Sally shuddered in response to the pain, but it was the ecstasy that went along with her agony which spontaneously caused her pussy to ooze with arousal.
"Owwww, hurts sooooo goooooood!" she moaned. "More, more! Treat me as bad as I deserve for being such a bitch."
Marty gave her clit another twist, then let go. That tender bud of cunt-flesh had swollen from the mauling to seemingly twice its normal size. He dug into her pussy gash with as much of his hand as he could jam in.
"Ever take a whole fist up your cunt, bitch?" he asked Sally.
She shook her head.
"Well, there's a first time for everything." Marty punched as hard as he could into Sally's cunt.
She screamed upon impact. But then she swooned, and her cousin realized that, as bent on cruelty as he might be, he had only succeeded in lifting her to new orgasmic heights. The sticky nectar now trickling down his forearm was female cum.
"Don't stop!" Sally panted.
Still determined to make her beg for mercy, Marty vowed that he was only getting started. She had better enjoy herself while she could, he warned Sally, because there was only so much even a horny bitch like her could take without cracking. And she had better know that she was on a collision course with that breaking point.
Keeping his fist lodged in Sally's cunt, Marty unzipped his fly with his free hand and pulled out his rigid cock. He clutched his prick as he would a weapon, aiming at the fresh target slated for his punishing assault.
Seeing what Marty had in mind, Ron gulped. "God, you really think you can get your dick in there when you're already fistfucking Sally's pussy?"
"Just watch me. And listen to her yell." Marty mashed his cockhead a notch below Sally's jam-packed pussy. The opening down there was narrow enough under ordinary circumstances, but her asshole was squeezed shut because of the bulging fist.
But nothing was going to stop Marty. He gritted his teeth, starting to force his prick in against the odds. The pinching entry was hurting him almost as much as it was supposed to be hurting Sally, but, inch by inch, he somehow steadily advanced. He was sweating bullets from the effort. Still, he persisted, with about half his cock penetrating so far.
Sally asked, "Want me to make it easier for you?"
"Go to hell!" Marty fumed at her, in no mood to be mocked.
"Well, you don't have any choice," she said. "Whether you want it or not, it's gonna happen cause I don't have any choice either."
Sally showed what she meant. Since her asshole was being slowly gored by her cousins prick, the simultaneous pressure from his fist in her cunt made her response inevitable. Something had to give, and that something was her bowels.
"Oooooh," she groaned, "can't keep it in." Shit swamped Marty's struggling prick, giving his cock an instant lube-job. Suddenly he surged forward, hitting Sally's ass with a force that left him breathless.
"Mmmmm," she teased when her shitty asshole abruptly captured her cousins prick to the root, after he'd been unable to get more than halfway in on his own. "Now who's raping who?"
"Damn you," Marty rasped with frustration after having the play taken away from him. "I ought to slap you silly!"
"You already tried that," she jeered. "But be my guest if it makes you feel like more of a stud."
Marty drew back his right hand to hit her. However, as he cocked it, he realized that this was the hand that had just been fistfucking in her cunt. In trying to get tougher, he had actually let up where he had originally intended to inflict the most damage, between her legs.
Marty's macho pride, though, wouldn't allow him to back off now. Since his hand had left her pussy, he tried to pretend that this was exactly what he had intended. A mere slap wouldn't be enough to make it convincing. He now made another fist, this one to knock Sally silly.
At least he impressed Ron, who now urged, "Let her have it, Marty. Punch out the bitch!"
But Marty had done too much macho posing, telegraphing his blow.
Sally dodged easily. Then she took charge. Up she surged with more strength than any male would have expected from such a slender girl. She broke her brother's hold on her arms, actually knocking Ron aside. Toppling Marty, Sally landed astride him, sitting tall in the saddle of his crotch with his cock still up her asshole.
"Rape it is!" she crowed. "But this time it's the guy who'd better relax and enjoy it if he knows what's good for him!"
She began to rise and fall, her shitpit mercilessly working over her cousins captive cock. But the fight hadn't gone out of Marty yet.
"What're you waiting for, Ron?" he called to Sally's watching brother. "Put this bitch back in her place! Slug her!"
"Now do you really want to hit me, Ronnie?" Sally cooed. "Hit me when you could wind up fucking me? After all, isn't it about your turn again? Seems to me that you've let Marty have more than enough time to show what he can do. And just look at him, flat on his back. Yes, he's just about had it. I'm gonna be needing a replacement right quick."
"Don't listen to her!" Marty warned Ron. "She's just trying to make a fool out of you."
"Hah, look who's talking," Sally scoffed. Then she said to her brother, "Don't worry, Ronnie, I'll finish off my, uh, victim lickety split. Then you can take his place and well show him a thing or two, wont we?"
"Don't let her con you into this," Marty croaked. "I'm telling you, we've got to stick together, Ron. We can still beat her at her own game."
Marty's voice trailed off into an uncontrollable moan that could only mean one thing – he had lost the battle to Sally. The friction from her raping asshole was finally taking its toll. His overwhelmed cock erupted. As the cum spurted forth, so did the resistance drain from his weakening body. By the time his balls were tapped, he was limp with defeat, in every way.
"Now for me 'n you, Brother, dear," Sally chirped, bounding up off of Marty and facing Ron. "Ready?"
"You bet, Sis," Ron panted with horny anticipation, sporting a jutting hard-on as he assumed it would be a whole lot different between them than it had been with Sally and Marty. "Lets fuck!"
"You got it," Sally said. "Yeah, here we go, kiddo, you're fucked for sure!"
With a hard push, she abruptly knocked her surprised brother as flat on his back as their cousin.
"Hey, Sis, what's the idea?" he whooshed as he sprawled on the floor.
"Just what I told you before," Sally called, planting her foot across his throat. "You're taking Marty's place. It's your turn, all right. Your turn to get raped."
She moved too fast for her brother to mount a struggle. All at once his crotch was smothered by hers. Her cunt engulfed his cock. The next thing Ron knew he was being raped by his own sister.
"Jeez," he hoarsely cried. "What's this supposed to prove, anyway?"
"That nobody with a cock has a chance in this crazy family," Marty answered, speaking up with weary wisdom as he propped himself on his elbows to watch the latest stage of the action from floor-level. "One way or another being a guy in this family means winding up being the piece of ass instead of getting one. Welcome to the club, Ronnie."
"I-I was already a member," Ron stammered. "Should've known I couldn't trust Sally. It's been this way every other time for me, too. And I don't mean just with my sister."
"Yeah?" Marty asked. "Who else?"
"My mom," Ron revealed. "I fucked my mom. I mean – my mom fucked me."
"Same with me and mine," Marty answered. "I'm a motherfucker, too. Looks like we're both in exactly the same boat."
"Uh, yeah," Ron mumbled.
Sally wasn't about to let that pass. "Aren't you leaving a little something out, Brother, dear? I'm sure our cousin would like to know about who else in the family besides me and Mom has tried your dick on for size in her mouth, pussy and ass. Just last night, wasn't it? Couldn't have slipped your mind this soon."
Marty counted heads and arrived at the only possible result. If Ron had fucked somebody last night other than his mother or sister, there was only one remaining available female on the scene.
Knowing what his cousin had to be thinking, Ron confessed the obvious. "Okay, Marty, I did it… fucked your mother."
Sally's cunt relentlessly jerked at his raped prick and quickly made it erupt with a torrent of jizz. Sally, though, didn't let a pussyful of Ron's cum stop her from needling Marty.
"Well, gee," she merrily called to her shocked cousin, "now that you found out about my brother fucking your mother, guess that means you'll have to fuck our mom to stay even, huh?"
Marty failed to answer, stunned into speechlessness by the news that his own mother would put out for another cock besides his. He just wanted to get off somewhere by himself and work out in his mind what this all meant.
Lifting himself from the floor, he urgently looked around the room as if the walls were physically closing in on him. Putting on his pants, Marty bolted toward the door. But somebody beat Marty to it from the other side.