"I wish you wouldn't use that word… It's awful sounding!" she said. "Anyway, that's what he said he was going to do… and he did! I don't see how Mom could…"
"Could stand it?"
"Yes."
"She probably liked it… most women do, after they learn to do it!" he instructed.
"Ugh!" She made a face of distaste.
"Don't knock it! Did the guy have a big cock?"
"Please… Donnie! Do you have to be vulgar all the time?"
"Like I said, Char… you're going to have to learn all the words!" he said. "Did he have a big prick?"
"How would I know! It was sort of short and fat like!" She indicated its dimensions with her hands. "I think," she added.
"Was it bigger than mine, Char?" he asked, boldly reaching down to loosen his belt and unzip his jeans, then dipping a hand in to release his erect, throbbing penis and bringing it out into full view. Instinctively, Charity looked away, at first, but at his next words she looked down, fastening her eyes on it in amazement.
"Look at it, Char!" he had snapped.
"Oh, God! No… you're much bigger!" she gasped, unaware that her little brother had developed so much.
"Have you ever touched a cock, before?"
She blushed, instantly, and looked away. "Do I have to answer that?" countering with a question.
"I guess that tells me! Who was it, somebody I know?"
Remembering, with a rush, the orgasm Bill Cartwright had brought her to, and the subsequent ejaculation she had induced with her hand, she became aware that there was that same warm glow in her loins. All of Donnie's talk of sex, the memory of Bill… and above all, the still present impression of the lewd sex act she bad witnessed involving her mother, all of these, in addition to the inhalation of the smoke from the marijuana cigarette, were working on her, insidiously, pushing her nearer and ever nearer the brink of sexual desire. She squirmed her thighs together to stem the rising tide of her passion. It was only a tiny movement, but Don saw it and knew that she was becoming aroused, that it would be only a matter of a few minutes before she would be ready, and, hopefully, willing to give up her virginity to him. Don was certain, in his own mind, now, that he would carry it through to completion. Christ! He had to, now! He was so damned hot, himself, he didn't know whether he would be able to wait any longer, but he had told himself that he would go slow, make it good for her, too; after all, he didn't want to force her. It was bad enough — taboo — that he wanted to fuck his sister, but he sure as hell didn't want to be accused of rape! She had to be willing to give her consent!
"I–It was Bill, Bill Cartwright." Charity murmured.
"Did he fuck you?"
"Donnie!" she spat. "You know better than that! I've never… done that!"
"Then, did you suck him off?"
"Really, Donnie!" She was exasperated. "I–I just used my hand to, to…"
"Jerk him off…?"
"I think the right word is… masturbate!" she said, huffily. "… And, he did the same thing to me!"
"Well, lay it on me, my sweet sister isn't so innocent after all!" he taunted, playfully, reaching over to her and cupping a round, proudly upthrusting breast in his hand.
His touch was fiery to her. The sensation seared her, scorching down through her belly to burn brightly and furiously in her already warmly inflamed young pussy. She tried to shrink back away from him, but he followed, keeping his hand on her and feeling the bud of her nipple expand and grow under his hand. Then, he rolled the tumescent tip rapidly between his thumb and forefinger, before he left it to do likewise to its mate.
"Oh, Donnie… p-please… don't d-do that…! I–It's not right!" she pleaded. "After all… you're my brother… and…"
"We've already settled that…! We're going to make believe that we're Ancient Egyptians, remember…?"
"That doesn't m-make it… r-right."
"Brother-sister, right-or-wrong! To hell with it! Who cares! It's right now that counts…! And sex is good! Sex is beautiful! You didn't tell me… but I'd bet that Mom was turned on, tonight… flipped out coming to orgasm… wasn't she?" he pressed.
Charity remembered the scene, vividly. "She was cooperating… then, at the last she used her fingers on herself… to…"
"She finger-fucked herself to cum?"
"Y-Yes…"
Her brother's hand began to move, slowly and deliberately down across her flat stomach, the feel of his hand as hot as a searing branding iron. She squirmed and drew her legs up to impede his progress toward the soft, sparsely curling hair of her pubic mound. She couldn't deny the sensual, salaciousness of his caress; it was even more intense than the time she had allowed young Cartwright to use his hand on her there. It was a thrill, almost a near spasm of lewd sensation that surged through her, and in her present state, under the influence of the marijuana, it seemed that eons of time passed, during which she savored every never-ending message of sexuality as his hand passed so slowly and searingly over her vibrant body. The thin material of her nightgown might as well have been non-existent as she experienced his exploration of her genital mound.
But, even through the narcotic fog in her brain, there was a still, small hesitant signal from across all civilized time, a signal that came down to her through the long line of past generations, a signal that said: this is taboo! It is wrong for sister to lie with brother in sexual congress! This you must not do! Thou shalt not…!
Oh, God…? I can't let this go on! It'll end in only one way, and it's wrong! I can't let my own brother do it to me! It's incest!
With a supreme effort of will, she twisted away from him, removing his searching hand with her own, swung her legs to the floor and stood to her feet, her eyes flashing as she told him, "N-No, Donnie! God no! I–It's unthinkable!"
She was not fast enough. Donnie caught her around the waist as he moved, quickly, to sit on the edge of his bed. His hands moved to encircle her hips in lithely powerful arms, drawing her in close to him, his hands, simultaneously, slipping down to grasp the full roundedness of her buttocks, massaging and kneading the firm young cheeks with his strong fingers. He laid his head against her breasts and blurted, "Christ, Char…! Don't run out on me, now! The party's just beginning! It's too late to run, I've gotten so hot I've got to fuck you…! And, I know you're hot, too! You want it just as much as I do… so why don't you relax… really let yourself get turned on… and enjoy it!"
Struggling, futilely, in his strong grip she said, "No! Donnie… no!"
He went on, "Anyway… it'd be better… if you did it with me… for the first time…! Better than with some goon who'd mistreat you! Let me show you, Char! You'll love it… once you decide to do it!"
Don reached down, grasped the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her loins completely to his aroused gaze. Swiftly, then, he slid from the bed to his knees, swinging her around with him and keeping a firm hold on the rounded fullness of her smooth-skinned buttocks. He bent his head back, slightly, as he sat back on his heels to bring his face close up to the vee of her crotch; then, with tongue extended, he moved deliberately, letting it slide into the top of her hair-encircled vaginal slit, pressuring the tip of it inward and parting the outer, fleshy lips to find the tiny, erect shaft of her clitoris.
Summer lightning played there in her loins where he probed and licked, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Charity's lips. She stared downward at him to where his face was buried in the dark, auburn curls of her pubic mound and felt the searing sensations wash over her, not understanding how it was that her own brother could evince such intense feelings of sexuality in her.
"Oh, Donnie! No… p-please don't…! Oh, Oh! OOoohh!" she protested weakly.
Oh, my God! My dear God!
She was alive, suddenly, with sensation, her whole body, it seemed, suffused with the tingling warmth of the keening nerve endings that sent their messages of promised rapture to her brain, overriding all other rational signals to the thinking brain. She felt! She existed in the sensate, only; her whole body was inflamed with desire, a wanton craving for fulfillment. Never had she known such intensity, before, as the ravaging tongue of her own brother brought her to full sexual arousal. God! She could feel the moist warmth of his pillaging tongue and the grasping, smoothing and massaging of his strong hands as they moved, constantly, in their caressing of her buttocks, hips and smooth, tapering thighs, and she was being driven wild with desire. Suddenly, she knew! She wanted it. She wanted it just as much as Don did! Oh, God! Forgive me! It's wrong! It's depraved b-but I can't help it… I can't help myself…!