"Oh, Creagon… for Christ's sake… Pleeeeez!"
"Please give my cock to your cunt?" Creagon mocked. "Are you back to begging for it already, baby? You all that anxious for the feel of my hard meatiness plowing your guts to mush? You beginning to remember just how good it was?"
"Pleeeeeez… let me go… pleeeeeez."
"The only thing that's going to be let go, honey, is about a gallon of my hot, wet sperm into your orgasming vagina."
"Oh, Creagon, don't… pleeeeez… pleeeeeeez… please don't."
Melissa was so convincing, Creagon might even have been tempted to believe that she didn't want his cock. But, he knew better. Her hard nipples, tack-like points against his chest, told him she was lying to him through her teeth, whether she personally recognized her lie or not. And, memories of his sister's passion told Creagon that neither their father nor years in those sex-sapping convent schools could have successfully destroyed all of Melissa's ardor. Conceal it, maybe. But, destroy it? Never in a thousand, thousand years!
Keeping his chest pressed hard and fast against his sister's mushroomed breasts, Creagon, his booted toes to the floor, began to slowly open his thighs. As he did so, his opening legs pushed Melissa's thighs open, hiking the as-yet unripped lower portion of her negligee up over Melissa's pussy. But this temporary new protection for Melissa's cunt was really too flimsy to give Melissa any real confidence that it would offer any barrier to her brother's cock, once that cock started jabbing to claim her.
Creagon scooted his body down along his sister until his hard cock had slipped completely free of Melissa's hair-covered pussy mound and into the space between Melissa's yawned thighs. Thus positioned, Creagon's cock was a rocket-like mass of phallic stiffness that aimed its blunted juice-sopped head right toward the nylon-veiled slicing that was Melissa's pouting cunt mouth.
"Don't… don't… don't," Melissa moaned. She had to keep up some kind of protest, even if it was only a verbal one. She would have protested more, but Creagon's dominant body position made it literally impossible for Melissa to give any more physical protest than she had already tried.
"Just relax, sister," Creagon told her. "Just relax, and enjoy."
Relax? How in the hell could she possibly relax? This was her naked brother on top of her. And, he was going to rape her. Yes, by God, he… was… going… to… rape… her!
"It'll be good," Creagon promised. "Oh, sister, dear, it will be good."
Creagon's left hand clamped even more tightly around Melissa's united wrists. Creagon's grip was like a vise, cutting off Melissa's circulation. Creagon's right hand moved down to his hard cock, his fingers splaying wide to judge the distance between his cockhead and Melissa's pussy. While his hand was down there, Creagon made short work of the segment of Melissa's nylon negligee which still wrapped her lower body. He unceremoniously ripped it all away.
And, Melissa's cunt was now once again naked, now completely vulnerable. And, Creagon's cock was ready-more than ready-to have at that luscious sexual pit that drove inward between Melissa's lovely white thighs.
Creagon took his thick cock in one hand and guided it to the small vertical fissure that punctuated the meeting of his sister's inner thighs. He nudged himself up along Melissa's body until his rubbery cockhead slipped through the hairy curls of Melissa's pulsating pussy.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhhh!" Melissa gasped, holding her breath as her brother's pulpy cock corona made direct contact with the mouth of Melissa's vagina. Melissa was filled with feelings of revulsion mingled with pleasure. The latter gave Melissa agonizing guilt, making the woman fight against the enjoyable quivers that suddenly took hold of her body.
The blood-swollen tip of Creagon's enormous cock pressed in tighter, working into the snugly clenched opening of Melissa's naked cunt. Melissa could see a sudden vision of her father, William Davenport standing over her, shaking his head in disappointment and disbelief.
"Oh, don't!" Melissa begged. "For God's sake! Creagon! Creagon!"
But then, with a persistent pushing, Creagon's cockhead began an actual penetration between Melissa's cuntal lips.
"Creagon… Jesus, no…Creagon!"
But, Creagon wasn't listening. He was concentrating on his mission of mercy. He was re-experiencing all those old memories. He was about to renew the acquaintance of his cock with a tightly vising cunt it hadn't seen for fifteen long years.
"No… no… no!" Melissa groaned, surprising herself with the frenzied torque she was able to perform beneath her brother's pressing body. The force of her drive to freedom actually lifted Melissa's ass all the way off the floor and dumped Creagon almost completely out of the saddle.
Creagon's thick, rubbery cockhead slipped completely free of Melissa's pussy fissure and went careening through Melissa's cunt hair, leaking a gooey trailing of pre-seminal juices as it went.
"Damn it!" Creagon cussed, frustrated that, if he'd but been just a bit quicker, he could have been buried deep up his sister's clutching vagina now, instead of having to start all over again.
Melissa, having been made overly confident by her success, thought for sure she could go on to even more victories. She was, therefore, thoroughly disappointed when she realized she was still trapped. She had done little more than, delay her inevitable rape. She certainly hadn't completely thwarted it.
"Shall I beat the shit out of you and then plug your pussy?" Creagon asked, genuinely angry that Melissa continued to resist something that Creagon knew they both wanted. "Shall I? Huh?"
"God, Creagon, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me."
"Then quit acting like an innocent virgin, goddamn it! You know what a fuck is. I know. I broke you in, remember? So, you lie back and enjoy, or so help me, I'll beat you into submissiveness."
And, he could do it, too, couldn't he? Melissa knew that he could. He had always been stronger than she was. He had always been more powerful. He had a thoroughly muscled body that was a perfect compliment to that muscled mass of obscene meatiness he seemed so intent on feeding her.
"Oh, Creagon, please don't hurt me. Please."
"Damn it, I'm not going to hurt you, Melissa. It's not going to hurt you at all. Quite the fucking opposite, as a matter of fact. Now, damn it, quit fighting me!"
Once again, Creagon moved his lower body into attack position. Once again, Creagon fisted his thickly hardened cock and guided its blunted rubbery head to the mouth of Melissa's pussy.
Once again, Melissa gave an audible gasping as her brother's cockhead made contact with Melissa's cunt mouth.
The searing touch of her brother's huge cockhead against her tender cunt was also responsible for sending Melissa into sharp little jerks of pain and pleasure.
Once again, Melissa was going to plead with Creagon; but, this time, Creagon was determined to get an entrance before his sister could find any other way of thwarting him.
With a sudden thrusting, Creagon flicked his hips downward. His cock jabbed to its halfway point up Melissa's cuntal slit, stabbing in without mercy.
"Creagon… no!" Melissa screamed; and from somewhere, she got a final burst of seemingly superhuman strength. Aided greatly by Creagon's disorientation at having placed his cock up his sister's pussy and by Creagon's believing he would soon have all of his blood-engorged massiveness enlodged inside of her, Melissa was able to take her brother quite off guard.
Melissa pulled her wrists free of Creagon's grasp. She dug her fingernails into his flanks and unmercifully raked his sides, simultaneously twisting to free herself of his cock and of his oppressive body.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhrrrrrreeeeiiiiiii!" Creagon groaned. Since the pain of Melissa's scratches hadn't yet registered on Creagon's brain, his scream was made more in frustration at having had his cock once again mysteriously deprived of its victory. His blood-bloated penis was no longer cupped by Melissa's tight and juiced pussy mouth but was fucking nothing but thin air instead.