Two more times when I had to lick her pussy clean of his cum while she called me “cunt” and “bitch” and “little pervert.” There was nothing perverted about incest. It was a beautiful thing, and she was pissing on it.
Stealing it from me.
“Let go of me, Sean!” I hissed as his face twisted with anger.
He kissed me.
He sealed his lips over mine. His tongue thrust into my as he pressed his body, in that sex suit he was wearing, against me. His cock was hard, bulging against my stomach. His tongue dueled with mine as frustration boiled through me.
I pressed on his chest. I didn’t want this right now. I didn’t want to feel him kiss me. His hands squeezed my tits through my blouse as his tongue swirled through my mouth. I growled into the kiss, struggling to break it.
I wrenched my mouth away, snarling, “Stop it!”
“Make me,” he growled. “All weekend you teased me. All weekend you taunted me. Boasting how fast it would take you to get Dad to fuck you. How it wouldn’t be long until you won our bet!”
That fucking bitch! I wanted to claw out Vanessa’s eyes.
My brother squeezed my breasts again. His fingers kneaded into my tits. He massaged my nipples, caressing me. Tingles rippled through me. I was on fire. All day listening to Vanessa fuck Dad then licking her clean. No masturbating. No cumming.
And now my brother thought to fuck me.
My sexy, hunky brother.
“You thought your body was hot shit,” he snarled.
“Oh, it is!” I spat back. “You know it. I can feel how hard you are. You want to fuck me so bad! Well, piss off! I’m not in the mood!”
“Not in the mood?” he asked, his fingers massaging my nipples. Tingles burst through me. “I bet your naughty cunt is soaking wet. You want my dick in you right now.”
“It’s Daddy’s cock I want in me!” I moaned. Why did he have to be so right? Why did he have to be here right now? Why did he have to know I failed to seduce our father?
“Bullshit,” he growled and spun me around.
I gasped as he pressed his cock into my ass while my tits pressed into the lattice wall of the gazebo. I gripped the diamond pattern, my fingers wrapping around the thin slats. His hand squeezed my breasts again. My nipples throbbed in my bra. My hips wiggled.
“Yeah, you got a hot pussy and need your big brother’s cock in you,” he growled. He leaned over my shoulder. “If Dad can’t see how sexy you are, I do.”
My pussy clenched. My snatch was molten. Why did my brother have to be sexy? I needed something in me. I had to be fucked, but it should be by Daddy. That was the point of today. I screeched out my frustration as my brother’s hands slid down my body.
To my skirt.
“Let’s find out how wet you are,” Sean said.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off. To go away, but he was hiking up my skirt. He was drawing it up my thighs just like I wanted Daddy to do. My brother flipped my skirt over my rump. His hand squeezed my tush, my thong buried between my butt-cheeks. He kneaded me, making me whimper.
My cunt drank in the heat flowing from his massaging touch. My eyes fluttered. This heat swelled through me. It was just this incredible rush of delight that flowed through me. I whimpered and squirmed my hips from side to side.
His fingers slid up to my thong’s waistband. He nuzzled into my ear, licked it. “You’re dripping wet for my cock, aren’t you?”
“For Daddy’s cock!” I snarled.
“Liar!” he growled, hooking my thong’s waistband. “You want my dick in you right now.”
I threw a look over my shoulders at him, this strange well of pain rising through me. “You’re just hard for Mom, not me! You’re just fucking me because you can’t pound her.”
“I’m fucking you because this skirt, this blouse…” He yanked down my thong, ripping it from my soaking pussy. “You are such a sexy, hot thing, Maria. You are showing off that body. Dad’s a goddamn moron not to fuck you!”
I shivered then gasped as his fingers rubbed through my pussy. His words surged something… bubbly through me. I looked over my shoulder at him. He was as handsome as Dad, if not as mature and aged. He still had that youthfulness about him, a boyishness he needed to shed. He wore that suit well. Tie, crisp shirt, polished shoes.
He would be a powerful man one day.
His fingers buried deep into my pussy. I groaned, my back arching as he pumped them in and out of me. His tongue licked my earlobe, sending a hot shudder through my body. My snatch clenched on his digits.
“You are just soaking wet for me,” he growled. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I snarled. “So what are you going to do about it? Huh? My pussy is dripping! Do you think you’re fingers are going to be enough?”
“Nope.”
He ripped his fingers out of me. I gripped the lattice, my face pressed against the slats, peering through the diamond holes at the fountain. It gurgled and splashed, spilling crystal water from chirping birds. My juices poured down my thighs, to my thong bunched around my knees.
Clothing rustled behind me. A belt whisked through loops. A zipper rasped. I groaned, so eager for my brother. I wiggled my ass, my day’s long frustration building and building in me. I hissed out in aching need.
“Fuck me!” I snarled. “Get that dick in me right now! Stop teasing me!”
He smacked my ass. The stinging slap cracked through the gazebo. Birds stopped chirping and took flight. Pain melted through my ass to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices gushed down my thighs as I let out a wanton moan.
“I’ll fuck that pussy when I’m good and ready,” he growled. “I’m admiring that ass of yours. It’s beautiful.”
I thrust my rump out at him, my tits quivering in my bra. “Then do something about it,” I whimpered. “Fuck my ass! Love it! Just give me that cock!”
“Such a slutty, little sister,” he said. His words didn’t make me feel demeaned like that cunt Vanessa had.
“Such a little slut!” I hissed. “Fuck your little sister! Now!”
The tip of his cock nudged my pussy lips. He stroked up and down them, teasing me. That pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned, my toes curling in my heels. More juices spilled out of my shaved snatch and dribbled down my thighs.
He brushed my clit.
“Damn, you are just a fountain back here,” he groaned. “Your passion’s just pouring out of you. That’s how bad you want me to fuck you!”
“It is!” I whined. “So stop being an asshole and fuck my cunt!”
My brother thrust his cock into me.
It was wonderful to be filled by his thick, incestuous shaft. After the day I had. After all the pussy I licked, all the times I made that bitch cum, I needed my pleasure. Hot and fast. A powerful fuck. Sean buried to the hilt in me. In a flash, his balls were smacking my clit and his crotch cracking into my ass.
I rocked forward, my cheek pressed into the lattice. I moaned, clutching to it with desperate fingers. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side as he thrust into me. He churned me up with that big dick, pumping away hard at me.
He fucked me the way a woman—a little sister—needed to be fucked.
There was nothing gentle about this. Nothing loving. It was carnal. Animal rutting. Our incestuous mating churned my pussy to a froth. His cock plunged deep and hard into me. Every thrust sent waves of heat washing through my body.