Abby was on her way down the upstairs hall when Howell stepped from a doorway and caught her arm.
"Abby, I've been waiting to talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about, dear brother," she said, lifting her chin and dropping her lids. "What you did the other night is absolutely unforgivable and you're just plain lucky I decided to keep it to myself."
"You enjoyed it. You know you did!"
"That doesn't mean I want to do it again," she said back, pulling her arm free from his grip. "Now if you'll pardon me, I've got a date with Perry."
"Damn you! You dirty bitch. You want it. You just won't admit it." Howell was shaking his fist at her. His dark eyes smoldered even darker than usual. She was afraid for a moment that he might hit her.
"Howell, let me explain something to you." She took a big breath and tried to make her hands quit shaking. "You are my brother. Blood kin. That's what we are. There's nothing in the world that can change that. When you… raped me the other night."
"It wasn't rape!"
"It was darned close!"
"Look," he said, jerking his pants. Abby tried not to, but her eyes were drawn down. In her brother's hand she saw the streamline shape of that thing that had brought her so much joy the night before last. She felt a tremble of raw lust go through her. Yes, it had been good. Howell could fuck circles around any boy she'd had relations with so far in her life. But she had to get control of herself.
"Excuse me, Perry's probably here already."
"You won't get by me so easy," he snarled, forcing her up against the wall. His hand went under her dress. She tried to cry out but her cry turned to a whimper as his finger curled under her pantycrotch. He gouged the thin silk aside and forced into the clenched circle of muscles. A flood of juice smeared his knuckles as he wiggled deep into her pussy. Then slowly, forcefully, he moved the finger in and out, fingerfucking her as he forced her ass cheeks hard against the wall.
"Howell! Ohhh you monster! Ohhhh!"
"See, you're as hungry as I am. You need it, baby, and don't kid yourself that you can do without my cock in your pussy." His mouth covered hers. She whined and tried to twist away, but her brother was a strong man. He had her wedged into the corner of the hall, his finger raping her freshly bathed cunt, his mouth forcing her lips back from her teeth. She had to suck his tongue then as his free hand found an opening under her blouse and stripped a cup from one heavy breast.
"Nhhhooo! Ohhh Howell, I hate you!"
"But you want me too. I know it. I can feel it." His finger jabbed as if to stress the point. More of her hot juice bathed his hand. He worked his hips up close. She was in a sexy, weak daze. She was aware of his cock touching between her thighs. He made her part her legs more and then bent his knees. She couldn't stand up much longer. If Howell hadn't been holding her there, she would have collapsed.
"Nooooo, you wouldn't do it, not here, not like…!" Her voice sounded far away to her own ears. What was going on to make her submit to such indignity? She clawed weakly at his chest. He was so close. Her brother. Her loving brother. And then something was happening. He was holding her pantycrotch out of the way.
"Noooooo, you can't, damn you! Not this!"
"Shut up you nympho bitch," he laughed, forcing the head of his cock between her outer lips. The juicy slickness made it easy for him. She tried to tilt her hips the wrong way but Howell hurt her and made her relax. The head of his cock slipped in inch by inch. Even though she was holding still, he got it deep without any trouble at all. She was panting, her head leaning wearily against his shoulder. He moved up and down, grinding himself against her raw clit. She sucked in a shuddery gasp and drooled on his neck.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yess!"
"You like your brother to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yessss!" She clung to his shoulders to keep from slipping down. He gouged her inner softness with his swollen head. In and out he probed with that terribly stiff thing that grew from his body. Why were men such animals? Abby cried against her brother's shoulder and thanked God that they were.
"Now that I've taught you a lesson, maybe we'll have less misunderstanding next time."
"Next time," Abby echoed numbly. Howell was easing his cock out of her pussy! He was doing it so slowly, so sexily that she couldn't get a breath. Frantic, she clutched with both hands at his glossy shaft, at his balls. He jerked free with a slurp and shoved her roughly against the wall.
"I'll come to you later. Be ready for me."
"Ohh Howell, ohh God, don't leave me like this!" Her pussy streamed juice. The crotchband of her panties was twisted up between her labia now and she ground her hips up and down, fingering the sensitive place with her long nails. "You started it, damn you! Ohhh damn you…"
Howell walked off down the hall, his shoulders moving as he forced his cock back into his pants. She leaned there weakly until she saw him turn the corner of the hall and disappear. She managed to get her blouse tucked in again and straighten her skirt. She was shaking like a leaf as she went downstairs one step at a time.
"You look wonderful," Perry said, smiling, getting up.
"Hello Perry," she said, trying to be cheerful. After all she had promised the date with him. But inside she felt like a hellhole. "Do you mind if we don't go out to eat tonight? I really don't feel like it at all."
"Anything you say, Abby."
"We could have Molly make some sandwiches and eat them in the billiard room. I'm kind of weak. I don't know what it is." Perry hugged her against him.
"We'll just loaf around," he smiled, patting her back. "You do look all in. Maybe a few rounds of billiards will cheer you up. And I'll make us some terrific martinis."
After her sandwich, Abby felt better. And watching Perry shoot billiards against himself had a relaxing effect. But every time her brother's face came to mind, she began to shiver. She had the awful feeling that everything he'd said was true. Absolutely true. She couldn't forget the way his cock had felt inside her body. She'd been aching ever since. If only he'd made her come – so she could've been rid of the tension, so she could be mad at him.
"You certainly are sexy tonight," Perry said, waving his stick. "I mean there's something about you. Your eyes maybe…"
"Oh? I don't feel sexy," Abby lied. She sipped the drink Perry had made for her.
"What if I said I wanted to make love to you," he whispered. "Right here. Right now."
Abby was about to reject his not-so-subtle pass. But then she wondered if maybe that might cleanse her some. To get rid of her bother's evil influence, at least for an hour or so. She smiled at Perry in a way that surprised him. He wasn't used to getting smiles like that. She felt a mild affection for him, but at the same time a certain contempt. He was so… flaccid. Not his prick especially, but his… soul.
"If you let me tie you up first," she said, letting the tip of her tongue glide over her upper lip in a suggestive way.
"Tie me up?" He looked puzzled but smiled through it. Abby could tell he didn't want her to be bored with him. Poor Perry would try anything to get closer to her heart. And she didn't seem to have the heart to tell him to fuck off.
"Sure. I've always wanted to tie a guy up good and then… tease him."
"Well. Sure. Why not?" He shrugged. His ears were pink.
Abby locked the door and turned out the overhead lights. The dim glow from a lamp on a table made everything seem sexier. Her heart was pounding. She stripped off her own clothes without glancing at her date. When she turned to fling her panties at him, he was staring dumbfounded.
"You're different tonight, Abby," he said.
"Give me your belt," she ordered. Her voice sounded odd to her too. She liked to be mean to him. What a soppy bastard he was anyway. "Give me your damned belt and shut up." Perry did what she wanted. He was starting to take her little game seriously now.
"Bend over the billiard table and let me tie your hands." When she'd bound his wrists, Abby made him sit down on the big divan. She tied his ankles together with a piece of cord she found in a drawer.
"It would be somewhat embarrassing if someone were to find me like this!"
"I locked the door," she snapped, cinching the knots so hard that he jerked with the pain. "Now lie down."
When Perry was on his back, Abby climbed up over his chest and straddled his face. Gently she lowered her seepy, steamy crack down over his mouth. He groaned at first, not sure what was going on. But then like a loyal, good doggy, Perry began to lap and slurp at her tender folds. A shivery jolt shot through her as the pleasure began to tingle around her breasts and thighs. Her erogenous zones came to life as Perry's tongue dug out her clit and worked it between his teeth. She let more weight down, not caring if it made him uncomfortable. Maybe she was getting back at the whole male race for the way Howell treated her.
"You like to eat me, don't you?"
"Mmmm… Ohhh Abby, I love you!"
"You'd do anything I said, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." He put his lips to her inner petals again and suckled at them gently. She worked her hips up and down, smearing his face with her flooding slickness.
She was thinking, take that and that. But poor Perry wasn't really to blame for anything. His teeth and chin and tongue were starting to take their effect on her, too. Could she damn him for bringing her pleasure?
"Uhnnn," she gasped, working her ass faster. The squishy, slurpy sound of her petals clasping and rubbing against Perry's face made her even more excited. She was working herself to a lather! She would be able to come if she kept it up.
But she wanted to prolong her pleasure. She wanted to tease Perry for awhile before the tight bonds began to cut off his circulation and she'd have to untie him. She turned and pulled her pussy up from his mouth. He breathed hard like he was getting air at last.
"I'm going to go in the other room and get some butter," she said, swaying towards the connecting kitchen. "I want to make you crazy tonight." On the way she saw her unfinished martini and downed it in a gulp. She was really getting loose now.
In the refrigerator she found a stick of margarine. That would have to do. She had just flicked the lights and turned to go when the door was kicked shut. A hand went across her mouth. Then her arm was bent upwards behind her back so hard that she gave a little whimper of pain.
"Howell? Is that you?" Her words echoed in the empty room. But she knew better than to scream for help. How would Perry come to her aid all tied up like that? And even if he'd been able to assist her, he wasn't much of a crutch to lean on when the going got rough. She figured she'd do better to stay still. Howell could be pretty freaky when he was drunk and mad.
"Howell, let me go, damit." She struggled. "Why don't you answer me?"
A towel was pulled across her mouth and tied behind her head. She moaned into it, her protestations muffled. She was pushed down onto the floor on her hands and knees. She could hear the ragged breathing. Whoever it was was very strong. But Howell was strong. Why wouldn't he say anything?
"Uhnnnn…" she moaned through the towel as a finger opened her cunt. It was already juicy from having been eaten by Perry so the finger went in easily. She jerked as it was twisted and dragged slowly out again. Now she was rolled onto her back and her legs pushed back till her knees touched her breasts. Only then did she notice the blanket under her. It was thoughtful of him, whoever it was. But it was Howell, wasn't it? Playing another of his dirty tricks?
"Muuuhnnnnm," she groaned, unable to say anything with the towel across her mouth. She was being tied in that position, she could feel him snugging the ropes so that her thighs were bound to her body. She was rolled onto one side so that the knots could be tied. She was really getting scared now. She doubted whether Howell would try anything like that. He wouldn't have to. One touch and she was ready to go whenever he started rubbing up against her.
Again she was pulled onto her knees. It felt weird, bound helplessly in the fetal position, her forehead against the blanket on the floor, her knees flattening her breasts. Now she knew that her abductor was going to have her, just like that. He held his hands against her ass cheeks, guiding something close. It was hot, alive. It was the head of a cock. And then Abby knew that it wasn't Howell. As hung as he was, he wasn't this big!
"Ohhhhmmmmm," she moaned as the head was pressed up between her cunt lips. If she hadn't been so oily with lubrication, it would never have fit. But with grunts from the man behind her, she felt her pussy stretch around the bulging, hot crown. It was really enormous. It almost hurt, but the rubbing pleasure overshadowed any discomfort very quickly.
Abby found herself grunting as each thrill tingled through her loins. The big man moved his hips, pulled her back so that she was almost in his lap but still bound as tightly as ever. With another lunge he sank four inches of thick shaft. Her pussy smacked as the juices were forced out to make room for the blood-packed thing.
"Huhnnn… Nhhhoooo," she gasped into the towel. The man was obviously enjoying her helplessness. Whenever she tried to use her hands to pull herself forward, he grabbed them and held them. His hands circled her wrists so easily that she felt like a stick doll.
But maybe it was her imagination. She was a little drunk and in the darkness her mind was playing wild tricks. Her father had big hands and so did Jim the chauffeur. There was Randall Hains, too, who came to work in the yard every Tuesday and Thursday. Could Randall have sneaked into the house, knowing that her father had gone for the evening? At this point, Abby thought anything might be possible.
The big cock was all the way inside her now. She knew that there would never be enough room for another inch of it. She was surprised that she was woman enough to have this giant up to the balls. Her mind swam as the pleasure tickled around the edges of her hole.
"Ohh… Nhhhoooo!" She could imagine different people waiting in line to have at her. And then she found herself thinking that whoever it was, had to be kin to her. That left only Howell and Kevin and her father Carl. She knew it wasn't Howell and she was pretty certain it wasn't Kevin. Her father?
"Mnnnoooo… Ohhh shit," she said, somehow getting the word through her gag. The big cock inside her was moving like a piston, her juices squirted out as it took up all the room she had and stretched for more. That head felt like a huge mushroom deep in her body. It rubbed her so hard! She could hardly stand it any longer. And the ropes holding her in that cramped position only heightened her excitement somehow. She could move her curvy ass only a little bit as that shaft slurped and speared into her swollen bloom.
The big man was holding her on his lap now, arms encircling her body. She felt the movements of his body and the way his breath was on her neck. She knew that he was about to come. If only he hadn't put on so much cologne, she might've smelled who it was. She was pretty good with her nose.
Suddenly her bonds were loose, cut with a sharp knife. The man pushed her into a new position without once taking his big cock from her pussy. Abby was so stoned on the sex that she willingly did what he wanted. She was forced to stand and lean against the wall using her hands for support. Behind her he widened her feet on the floor by kicking her gently with his own bare feet. His cock sucked and stabbed and she let her head dangle weakly between her stretched arms as her excitement reached a crescendo.
"Nnuuuhhhnnn! Muuuummmmm!" She couldn't keep her hips still now. Strong fingers sank into her flesh as the big cock exploded with boiling sap. As the thick, hot stuff dribbled out and down her clit, she came, too. She came with a whimpering cry in the towel over her mouth. In the billiard room she thought she could hear something thumping around. Perry was trying to get loose and come to her rescue. She let her eyes roll back as the spasms blasted her away into utter ecstasy. That big cock was doing things to her she couldn't believe. But it had all happened so fast!
As the last few spurts came out into her pussy, the big man held himself deep, rolling his hips upwards, almost lifting her feet from the floor. She had to stand on tiptoes as the pleasure was ground against her and she twitched and started to come again. Her abductor snorted and gave her more of his jetting prick.
If only he would say something! Then she'd know! She took the chance of reaching back between her legs, pretending to be overcome with passion, which really wasn't hard to pretend at all. And as she started to come again, she made herself concentrate enough to grasp the big shaft and squeeze it. Abby was hoping that a cockhair would come loose in her hand. Not that it would tell her anything. But if it was red, she'd know that her abductor was Randall Hains the gardener.
The big cock was jerked suddenly from her hole and she was pushed roughly onto the floor again. A last spurt or two cascaded down her back. But she had her sprig of cockhair! She had it pinched firmly between thumb and finger. The man put a blanket over her head. She sat there until the door had opened and closed again. Then she staggered to her feet and turned on the light.
She placed the cockhair on the counter and got her gag undone.
"Oh shit, it's brown. Just like everybody in the world has."
"Abby!" It was Perry, about to freak out. She dabbed with the blanket at her throbbing pussy. The lips were all blossomed out like she'd been really had. She was surprised that she didn't feel more shaken… more angry about what had happened. As much as anything she was mad at Perry. He looked so foolish all tied up. Of course it had been her idea. But that didn't change it much. Perry was foolish.
"Was someone in there?" he asked as she jerked the knots loose.
"It was just Santa Claus," she snapped. "He had a present for me I guess he forgot to bring last Christmas."
"Abby, are you all right?" Perry tried to take her in his arms. Abby pushed him away.
"I'm fine. Except for a terminal case of boredom whenever I'm around you."
Perry looked like he was trying to think of something to say. Then he got up and dressed. She felt sorry for him, felt like she should soften her words some. Instead she let him go. He left the room without looking back. She had the distinct feeling that she'd never see him again. And really, that wasn't so bad after all. Being alone wasn't so bad when company meant Perry.
When Abby went to her bedroom to wash up and change clothes, she found a note on her bed. A thrill went through her when she saw Howell's handwriting. "I'll come to your room at nine tonight," she read, "to give you more of what you want." Howell had signed it and drawn a stylized cock and balls below his name.
Abby crumpled the note and shook her head. But Howell's words had affected her. She couldn't forget the way he'd shoved her against the wall and slipped his cock in her pussy so easily. The power of his hunger had swept her along too. She'd wanted to resist with every part of her mind, but Howell's passions had been strong enough for both of them. And now after being taken by an unknown male in her very own house, her libido was at an extremely high level.
"Damn you Howell," she breathed, knowing that she would leave her door unlocked. And she'd bathe and perfume herself too. And she'd put on something lawlessly sexy for her brother. "Incest," she sighed, putting a hand to one of her big breasts. It felt swollen and tingly. Like it needed Howell's hungry mouth sucking at it. "I'm going to fuck my brother's brains out tonight. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."