Snuggling close to her brother, Lisa said, "It seems so strange. I just can't figure it all out, Steve."
"What's that? Your push-pull attraction to being used?"
"Used isn't the word I had in mind, but you've got the subject right. I can't kick the feeling you might be right on with what you said. Maybe I do think I need a guy to tell me what to do. It's so hard to get it squared away in my head."
"Feelings are never easy to analyze. Especially when it's you doing the work on yourself," he told her.
"So you can do a better job?"
"Sure. I can be more objective."
"The hell you can. I know how you got it up. When I flashed a little pussy at you. Objective, shit! You're just out after a hot twat."
He couldn't argue with that. The idea of fucking his own sister had been with him too many years for him to lie and get by with it. His cock would put up immediate proof of any such lie.
"Won't argue that. But I can see you from a different viewpoint. Son of getting out and away, you know?"
"No. And I don't think you do, either."
"Look, Lisa, this is absurd. You don't have to believe me. I'm no $50 an hour shrink. I'm just your brother and I've just been around you a hell of a long time. I think I know what makes you tick pretty well."
"So my price tag's $50 an hour, huh? Sounds like I could go hook and make a good bit of spending money."
"Christ, how can I talk to you when all you've got on your mind is stupid obstinate…"
"Oh, cool it, Steve," she told him. "It's nothing to get all hot and bothered over."
Her tone told him more than her words. She had been taunting him with some purpose in mind. The way her hands strayed over his body told him she was getting horny again and wanted his prick where it would do the most good for both of them.
Up her twat.
The word game was just that, a game. But to what purpose?
"You don't, huh! I'll show you!"
The look on her face told him all he needed to know. She wanted a little of the action he'd been talking about. He realized how the fellatio had subtly changed intent.
He'd ordered her to do it, sure. But she'd ended up controlling him. Both of them knew it. And both of them wanted it tote different. She could suck any guy off. As lovely as she was, it wouldn't have been hard finding likely candidates for her sucking lips.
She wanted him to really take command, really show her what he had been saying. He found the dim stirrings in his prick were becoming more insistent as he thought about it. If he did fuck her – on his terms – they'd both be happy.
He'd certainly enjoy it and her pussy would get what it was still drooling for. The spot on her jeans had never gone away. If anything, it had enlarged. She was hungry for sex, for cock, for fucking.
The man smiled. He'd let her have all three and then some!
"Look, Lisa, I'm just trying to help you. If you don't want my advice, say so or shut up. I'm sick of you talking back."
"And I'm sick of your tone! I'll do what I damn well please!" She stood and started to walk away. He stopped her.
Dragging her back to sit beside him on the couch, he told her, "You'll do no such thing. First, you apologize. Then, well, then we'll have to see what… hey!"
She pulled free of his grip and ran from the room. She had the entire house plan memorized. In the dark, she could find her way around far better than, he could. On impulse, he decided to leave the lights out. It'd make the chase all the more exciting.
"Come back here, you little bitch! I'll show you! You're going to get your ass paddled good for this!"
"Threats, threats, threats!" she cried from the other room.
He ran in and felt like he was engulfed in black velvet. He hadn't realized how thick the darkness would be going from a lighted room into a completely darkened one.
He groped around for a few seconds until he could begin to see dim outlines. Gleaming whitely in the darkness was his sister's pert ass. She'd already shucked off her jeans and was bending over, her rear pointing straight toward his face.
"Go on, brother. Kiss my ass!" she taunted.
"I'll fuck your ass if I can get to you!"
He dived, arms reaching out for her legs. All he succeeded in doing was slapping his face into her butt. She was wiggling and turning away as soon as she heard his feet on the carpet prepare for the leap.
She shivered as she felt his mouth brush gently on her bottom. He had kissed her ass before she eluded him. The thrill that went through her was indescribable. Never had she thought of being chased around mother-naked as being a turn-on.
She was wrong.
"So you decided to take my advice, huh? You actually did kiss my ass," she yelled, running from the room. She made sure every light switch she passed was turned off. No sense letting him have too big an advantage.
Her tits were heaving up and down from the sudden exertion of running. Or was it just the quick sprint that had done this to her? She couldn't quite figure it out. The exercise was mild in comparison to the horniness she felt rampaging through her body.
It was sexual excitement that caused her breath to come in the hurried gasps. No amount of exercise could have made her nipples begin to inflate like tiny balloons. And her tits threatened to explode at any second like overripe melons.
She rested against the cold counter in the kitchen. Being pursued by her brother was an entirely different sex game from any other she'd even thought up. And it was a world of difference between this and fleeing from her unseen, unknown rapist.
"I'll have to punish you for that," she heard him call from the next room. "I can't let you get by with this."
She didn't say a word. Her heart was hammering away wildly. She knew how the deer felt when being chased by the hunter. But this was infinitely more exciting.
When this hunger caught her, he'd use a fleshy sword on her tender cunt. There wouldn't be any bullet ripping through her flesh killing her. But she was still caught up in the hide and seek game.
"Come on, show yourself. I saw that ass of yours once. And when I find, it again, I'm going to spank it to a bright red. You're going to get your hide tanned and good!" he promised.
She felt a thrill of anticipation pass trough her. He was going to discipline her for what she'd done to him. Listening carefully, she could hear the whispers of clothing falling to the floor in the dining room. He was getting naked for the pursuit.
The woman bolted for the door, running from the kitchen to the front room.
She ran directly into his arms.
"Gotcha!"
"But how? I heard your clothes in the other room! They were rustling to the floor!"
"I threw them in there."
She squirmed and tried to free herself. It was useless. He was too strong for her. And in her struggles, she felt the hard, warm cylinder of his cock. He was fully erect and ready to screw her.
That made her want to yield completely to him. This was her brother, not some rapist.
She didn't. That would ruin the game. Somehow, the more she fought him off, the hotter she got. And from the way he sounded, he was enjoying the hell out of her struggles. It was a mock rape. Both wanted what would happen, yet both could give even more enjoyment by altering the form of foreplay.
Why not a hide-and-seek game to get them both worked up?
It beat the hell out of the usual fondling. It gave both of them a chance to try something out of the ordinary and see how they liked it.
"I told you I was going to punish you and I meant it!"
"With this? This lovely prick of yours?" she asked, gripping the convenient handle of rigid flesh.
"NO!" he blazed. "I'm going to spank you just like the child you are! Then… then we'll see if you deserve that prick up your cunt or not."
His words made her turn weak and quivery inside. He wasn't giving in to her demands. He was totally dominant. His will was going to prevail this time.
That excited her even more. She would have to accept whatever he did to her. She knew it was going to be fun, but not knowing gave it all the extra zest that had been lacking in her previous sex with Carl.
Her brother really knew what made a woman hot!
"Hey, wha…"
He upended her over his knees. Her ass jutted up into the air. Her cries were clit off by a stinging swat on her naked ass. The open-handed slap echoed through the house. The pain was mild. She hardly noticed it. But the effect of the sudden spanking excited her more than she'd have thought possible.
"Stop, oh, please! I'll be good!" she begged, hoping he wouldn't believe her.
He didn't.
His hand started raining down hard and fast on her butt. The red crisscross pattern fanned by his fingers soon blended into a uniform pink glow. She felt every single swat. And each one made her even more excited, even readier for his cock.
Her cunt was dribbling out its juices all over his lap. She wondered how he could ignore that. She couldn't ignore the way his cock prodded into her belly!
"You little slut! You think you can make me do anything you want just by wiggling your ass in my face! I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready and not one second sooner!"
He continued spanking her. His fingers managed to separate her ass cheeks allowing a couple fingers to lightly slap down to her cunt lips. Each time he touched her there, it was as it an electric cattle prod was jammed up her cunt.
The sexual electricity volting up her spine made her come totally alive. She was writhing across his uncomfortable lap and trying to escape. At the same time, she hoped he wouldn't let her. The spanking he gave was turning the slumbering embers of her sexual fires into a bonfire. Her guts were now blazing with renewed lust.
If she thought she'd been hot before, it was nothing in comparison to the feelings ravaging her body now!
"Please, your cock! I want you to fuck me! No more of this! Please!"
"I said when I'm ready!"
He kept paddling her. Every swat sent needles of pain jamming into her body. Those lances of pain were somehow changed to sheer sexual delight. Her cunt began gushing out its lubricants. She was ready for his cock.
If only he'd fuck her!
He established a rhythm to his spanking. She anticipated each blow. The sharp sting, the warmth, his hand leaving to return and repeat the cycle.
Suddenly, the pattern was broken. His hand didn't come crashing down on her fleshy ass. The effect was just the same as if he had landed one of his painful blows. She flinched, the pleasure flowed and she moaned aloud.
"So, bitch, you don't need my punishment any more. You can punish yourself, eh?" he cried. Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the floor.
She managed to get to her knees. Her rump burned with an inner fire that refused to die. But her entire body was alive to the slightest touch. He had awakened nerves that had never responded sexually before.
When she felt his hand grab her cunt and pull her to her feet, she came. Fireworks blasted through her brain. She had to collapse forward onto the dining room table.
"God, I never thought… so goooood!" she moaned.
"Slut. You enjoyed that!" His finger drove deep up her cunt and wiggled around a little.
Cuming again, she writhed on the table until she was exhausted. There couldn't be anything left for her to experience now. This was the best lovemaking she'd ever engaged in. And he hadn't even stuffed his prick up her cunt!
She was wrong about nothing being left for her to experience. The finger deep up her quim wiggled around until it was slippery with her cunt juices. She felt it wetly pop from her pussy lips and move slowly back to her asshole.
She realized then what he was going to do. Crying out, "No! You can't! Nobody's ever done that before!"
He was going to fuck her up the ass. She was positive any man as well-hung as her brother would rip her to shreds fucking her like this.
"The hell you say. I didn't get that butt of yours all rosy red and ready to fuck for nothing!"
Sprawled across the table, she was unable to escape him. Fear coursed through her veins like acid. When she felt his hairy thighs pressing into her well-spanked ass, it was an electric touch. She almost came again.
This couldn't be happening to her. Not with her own brother! It just wasn't possible. Butt fucked by her brother. Incest by cornholing up a virgin ass!
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was going to take his pleasure with her. She felt the liquid pease of her on cunt being smeared all over the hard-held muscle of her asshole. When his blunt nosed cock pressed into the muscle, she flinched.
"Relax!" he commanded. He spanked her ass a few times to let her know what was in store for her if she didn't obey.
It wasn't easy. With the constant pressure on her asshole, she found it hard to relax. The muscle wasn't going to let any male invader up her back passage.
Yet, her brother's insistent pressure was doing the nick. That and her own fuck fluids he'd used were getting his prick into her asshole. When he finally worked his glans into her rectum, she came again.
By the time she drifted back to the reality of her situation, he was gradually fucking up her ass. He felt like a telephone pole inside her. Tissues were being spread, stretched to the breaking point. She knew he was going to permanently ruin her.
This was a virgin ass he was fucking!
"Stop, ummm, oh, I can't take ittttt!"
"Just relax. I'm not hurrying."
She felt sweaty hands stroking her sides. She knew he was taking it easy with her. He could have driven in like a freight train. That would have totally ripped her apart inside. This way, her guts had the chance to move around, to take the huge prick without damage.
When she felt his balls swinging wetly, banging against her pussy lips, she knew he was in all the way. And the sensation was the finest she'd ever experienced.
Sweating, she was hardly able to support her weight on her arms. She finally gave up trying. Pressing flat on the table allowed her weight to mash her tits down hard. This gave her added stimulus.
It was all too great!
His cock was ripping her apart in the most agonizing, the most wonderful way possible. He was buried full length up her ass!
"Like it? Like the feel of my prick all the way up your virgin asshole?" he demanded.
"Yesss, oh, fuck it! Fuck my ass as hard as you can! I need it so much, so much, soooo much!"
She screamed as he began withdrawing from her tightly clutching asshole. She felt as if her guts would follow his prick out. The vacuum he'd created in her rectum was fantastic.
When only the knobby end of his cock remained inside her, he drove forward again. This time he was more forceful, faster. His prick vanished and was gobbled up by her hungry butt.
He began buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He felt like his prick was being encased in a surgeon's glove. Her tight anus squeezed down powerfully on his cock. And the heat boiling out of her guts was enough to make him worry about her burning him down to a nubbin.
After he'd finished cornholing her, he feared he might find only a charred stub remaining. But what the hell? It was a damned fine way of going!
She was worrying about a different form of fire. The sensations he ignited in her body weren't to be denied. Her asshole burned like his prick had been dipped in add. And the entire length of her rectum was beginning to come alive in a way she didn't fully understand.
Why should having her ass fucked like this give her such intense enjoyment? It wasn't much different from his fucking of her cunt. His cock was still ramming hard and fast into her yielding body.
The only thing she could figure out was the odd combination of things that had led to this buggering.
Incest. This was her older brother doing this to her. That alone was enough to excite her.
The chase through the darkened house had been a thrilling form of foreplay she'd never thought of before. She was the hunted; he the hunter. And they both knew what would happen when he caught her.
It did. He'd disciplined her by spanking her butt until it was a sexual reward for her. When he'd gripped her by the snatch, the woman was already hot enough to cum.
Now the long, hard cock reaming out her us. For the first time, a male invader we fucking her butt. He was fucking her with all the power locked in his loins. And it was fantastic!
She loved it. She wanted more, deeper, harder, faster!
Her trim buttocks began surging back to meet his forward thrusts. She took him even deeper up her bowels. Using the same muscles she was so expert with, she began working on his hidden prick. Massaging, gripping, tantalizing, she was giving him at least as much pleasure as she was getting.
"Chriiiist," he moaned. "Your asshole is so Goddamn tight!"
Then she felt his cum filling her bowels. He was giving her the sexiest enema she could imagine. The white hot cream of his jism gushed into her. It ignited still another orgasm in her loins. She was thrashing around even as he continued pumping his seed into her butt.
"Ungh, ohhh, thaaat's nice," she sighed, sprawling full length on the table. No longer was her body tautly drawn and waiting to be fucked. She was limp in true exhaustion now.
Everything he'd done to her had made her realize just how right he'd been concerning her ways of thinking. Carl had been, too gentle. She needed a strong man's hand occasionally.
This might have been rape, anal rape. She couldn't really figure it out. Lisa knew she wouldn't have gone along with it if Steve had casually mentioned how he wanted to bugger her. But after the chase and the spanking, it was natural. It was about all that could have logically followed what had gone before.
She wanted it.
"Steve?" she called softly. "You there?"
"Yeah. But tired. I never thought your ass would drain me so much!"
"Let's go to bed."
"I don't believe it! Go to bed! After this you have the energy to want to…"
"…to sleep. For a while. Then," she said, "then we can see what comes up."
It felt so comforting having her brother's arms around her naked body. It was even nicer having him close in bed.