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"That's all right with us, sweetheart," he laughed. "We ain't exactly interested in talk. Right, boys?"

He pulled her against him and forced his lips over her own. She smelled the beer on him, beer and grease and dirt. Mikki suddenly became frightened more than angry. She shoved an elbow into his side and tried to twist out of his grasp. He was much too strong for her. He held her as though she were a child and kept kissing her. His tongue parted her lips and jammed into her mouth. His hnds tugged at her sweater, struggling to get it open so he could feel her tits.

"All we want is a live pussy," one of his cohorts said. "You can be just as quiet and alone as you like while we fuck you. Bet you can't be, tough. Bet you'll be chattering away like crazy, soon as we get some good cock up you. Yeah, you'll be moaning and cooing like crazy, telling us how much you like it."

Mikki was in a panic by now. She elbowed more viciously but without effect on the burly tough. As he tried to lay her back on the grass and roll on top of her, she brought her knee up as hard as she could and caught him squarely in the balls. The brunette heard him grunt in pain as he fell to the side of her. She scrambled away from him and stood to face the other two men.

"Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Help! Rape! They're raping me! Somebody help!"

The three men rushed towards her, then stopped. She opened her mouth to scream again when they backed away. The leader held his hands out as though in apology.

"All right, all right!" he answered in a low voice. "You're all right. Don't make so damn much fuss about it. All you had to do was say you didn't want to."

As the three of them ran quickly away, she heard other footsteps coming from behind her. She looked around to see the two policemen responding to her screams. Unfortunately, the cops were too old to have any chance at catching the younger men. They were aware of the impossibility and stopped when they reached her, rather than pursue the disappearing hoodlums.

"You all right?" one of the puffing men asked her. "They do anything more than scare you?"

She admitted that they had gotten to her rescue before anything had happened other than the rough kiss and the grappling of her tits. She stood, shaking in relief and tenor, as the policemen talked with her. Mikki refused their offer of a ride home. No need to upset her dad by having her brought home in a police car. She assured them they had responded in time, then stalked out of the park.

Her fear turned back to anger. Why couldn't she be left alone? She also felt the same old anger at herself. She couldn't help but wonder what all they would have done to her. Damn it all, anyway, her tits had tingled once more as the crude hood had run his hands over them. Her pussy was still quivering from excitement. Mikki was mad at the would-be rapists. She was even more disgusted with herself.

The girl flopped across her bed, her body tense with frustration and confusion. Part of her had been terrified of the hoods while another part had been shivering in anticipation of their fucking her. She had to get herself under control. She just had to!

Mikki got up from the bed and began slipping out of her school clothes. She drew her jeans and a sweat shirt out of the closet and tossed them across a chair, then slipped her sweater over her head and dropped her skirt to the floor. She looked up to discover that her door had been left standing open and her brother was now standing there watching her.

"My God!" Don murmured as his eyes roved over her body. "I didn't realize how much you've grown up. No wonder all the men around here can't stop talking about you."

"You, too!" she screamed at him. "You're as bad as the rest! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's all you can talk about! That's all you can think about! Fuck! Fuck! All the time!"

Don stepped into her room and came across to his sister. He caught her with a hand on each shoulder and looked her in the eyes. His gaze pierced deeply into her. His smile became an expression of solemn concern.

"Hey, Sis!" he said. "Calm down, honey. Here, sit down and tell me what's got you so heated up."

Mikki let him push her down on the bed and sit beside her. His arm came about her shoulders. She nestled against the warmth of his body, her own luscious little figure trembling from her recent outburst. Suddenly everything fell in on her. The girl began to shake with huge sobs. She let her brother hug her tighter as she clung to the strength and protection of his lean body and cried openly.

"There, there," he tried to reassure her. "Nothing can be that bad. What ever's happened or will happen, nothing is that bad. We have each other, you and me, and Dad. We love each other. That's the important thing."

His body felt so strong, so firm and masculine against her tits as she hugged him. Mikki felt the warmth of his body spreading through her. Don was right. There was no need to feel so terrible. He loved her. Daddy loved her. What did the rest of it matter, anyway?

"I know," she admitted to him between sobs. "I know you love me. It's just that everybody's trying to fuck me. The boys at school, some boys in the perk today, the men around the apartments – they all look at me and start trying to get hold of my tit."

"That's just the way we're made," Don explained to her. "We're made so that a pretty girl gets juices flowing inside us. We can't help the way we are. Girls are that way, too. They may not admit it, but they are. We're physically made to fit together, to fuck. Inside all of us is the desire to fuck or be fucked. You can't change that, any more than you can change the direction of the sunrise."

"But," Mikki protested, "they're all so coarse about it. They just want to grab me and go at it."

Don held her gently as she calmed from her crying. Mikki remained in his arms, her tits feeling the sweetest glow she had ever experienced as they pressed into him. She slid her legs against her brother and felt the same warm tingle along her thighs. This must be what he meant, this feeling of delight at their bodies touching.

"I'm really more upset at myself," she admitted in a very soft voice. "I'm mad at me, because I enjoy their wanting me. I keep telling myself that I shouldn't. I fight them off, but I still feel turned on."

"You're growing up!" her brother laughed. His body shook against hers, bouncing her tits in the most delicious way. "That's what I was telling you. You have needs, too. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I saw you fucking Rosalyn the other day," she continued in her quiet voice, ignoring his words, "and it made me all weak and watery inside. I wanted it to happen to me, even though I thought it was something dirty and bad."

Don's hand had unconsciously dropped over her shoulder and lay close to the swelling mound of her tit. His other hand had reached around her and held her firm ass. Mikki felt the presence of his hands on her bare skin driving her wild with a sudden desire. She wanted to feel those hands caressing, not just lying there.

"I'll be fucked sooner or later, won't I?" she asked, moving back so she could look up at her brother.

"No doubt!" he smiled, his eyes dropping down to rove over her luscious little body clad only in the dainty bra and panties. "I'd say that you have the looks to insure that you'll get at least your share of fucking."

"I really should be taught a little about it first, don't you think?" she asked. Her body was pulsing at the possibility of having Don teach her. She saw the appreciation in his eyes. She saw the swollen pants as his cock began to rise. Yes, she was convinced that it was time for her to be initiated into sex. Since her brother was supposed to be a hell of a good fuck, he was the logical one to instruct her. The girls in the apartments from eighteen to forty were always panting after Don, especially after he had taken them to bed for the first time. Yes, yes, yes! She wanted him to show her how to fuck!