Tim watched the big-assed man untie his sister, then curl up next to her on the floor. They both slept as he watched and tried to forget what he had just seen. His sister drinking the man's filthy semen down like it was a thick milkshake… after she cried for him to do it in her mouth… cried like a dying whore.
He shook his head and tried to drive the beauty of her gracefully humping body out of his mind. Timothy also tried his best to ignore the hot puddle of semen in his pants. He had climaxed too… right when she screamed for it in the mouth. He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep.
Chapter 7
Abe rolled onto his back and stretched. A bright shaft of morning sunshine struck his closed eyes and they blinked open. He turned to his side. It took several seconds for his mind to clear and the memories of the day and night before to filter into sharp focus. He smugly reached out to touch the limber body of Jane to once again caress the soft, firm flesh.
She was gone. Abe sat up with a start and stared around the room. Jane was gone. All he saw was Tim still tied to the chair, his head gently bobbing with fitful sleep. Abe came to his knees like a hunting beast and shook away the daze of his sleep. Where was she? The door was still locked, the windows closed, Abe's teeth ground together as he realized he'd made the same error he was warning Jerry about. In his satisfied state of sexual bliss he'd slipped up and trusted the little cunt. He lumbered to his feet and went to the bedroom door. A peek inside told him everything was quiet in there. Beth was sprawled across the bed, one wrist tied to the bed frame, her legs wide apart and the hefty mound of her cunt sitting open between the silken skin of her thighs. Jerry was curled up next to her, his mouth open and eyes closed. He pulled the door shut.
Tim stirred, his head lifted and eyes blinked open. All he saw was the glaring, angry face of Abe. "Where's your fucking sister?" Abe snarled.
Tim closed his eyes, felt mucus rise in his throat. With a low growl he drew the spit into his mouth and let it go at Abe's face. Abe jumped back and cursed as he felt the wet spray, his fist came back quick, Tim braced himself.
"Don't!" Jane cried as she came from the bathroom and saw what was happening.
Abe's fist opened and he looked at her with shock. "Where the fuck were you?" he snapped.
"In the bathroom," she innocently said. "Is that all right with you?"
She stood with her hands on her hips, nude, totally beautiful and unabashed. Her nipples were soft again, pink, round, lush, with no evidence of the wrenching torture they'd been through the evening before. She glowed. Abe realized she had just showered her fresh, clean body.
"Oh," he mumbled.
Tim was staring at his sister with cool, unfaltering eyes, looking curiously at her large, firm breasts and nipples, exploring the grand sweep of her narrow waistline, inspecting the fluffed blond crotch hair. She wasn't embarrassed about standing nude in front of him, he wouldn't be embarrassed about enjoying the sight. No, his attitude toward Jane was different now, she was no longer the innocent he'd always believed… she was just like any other well-built female. Hungry {or sex, willing to do it even with a stranger-one who forced himself on her, a rapist.
Abe didn't miss it either. He saw Tim's hard stare, the way he surveyed his sister's anatomy. But the taste of the young punk's spit was still on Abe's lips; he frowned, then grinned.
"Your little brother spit on me," he said to Jane. "He should know better than that. He's going to pay for it."
Jane's eyes showed fearful concern. "No, please don't hurt Timmy! He didn't mean it!"
Abe scoffed and untied Tim's ankles from the chair legs. "What are you going to do!" Jane asked in a high-pitched voice.
Just then Tim kicked out, but Abe had expected it and caught his thrashing foot in his strong hand. He twisted until Tim writhed with pain… but he refused to cry out. Abe giggled and reached for the belt and buttons holding Tim's pants closed.
"No… don't… " Jane pleaded. She kneeled next to Abe and pressed her warm, well washed tits against his arm. "Punish me… leave Timmy alone… take it out on me… "
He snorted and tore away at Tim's pants until the fly parted open and his white under-shorts were exposed. Abe grabbed the pants and underwear in his fist and jerked hard until they slid down to Tim's still struggling knees. Tim still refused to cry out or say one word.
His cock was half hard as it rolled free of the clothing and tilted sideways across his thigh. Jane stopped her pleading long enough to realize how fully mature, how limber and well-constructed her younger brother's pink member was.
"What are you going to do!" she finally asked.
As Abe forced the pants and under-shorts down to Tim's ankles he saw the crusted cream of the youth's orgasm of the night before. "Look!" he laughed. "The little punk creamed his pants last night while watching us! You must have really turned him on! Or was it me? Do you think he shot his wad looking at me!"
Tim's head was averted and he bit into his lip with fury. His wrists strained against the cords holding them to the chair, but the only result was a throbbing, dull pain much worse than the day before.
"God, why can't you leave him alone!" Jane pleaded. But her eyes couldn't leave the vulnerable and manly cock of her young brother.
Abe wrapped his fingers around the rubbery pecker and stroked it while grinning up at Tim's closed eyes. A shudder of repulsion and hatred ran through the boy as he felt the hot hand engulfing his helpless root.
"Nice little prick," Abe whispered. "You know what would happen to a young boy like you in prison? There'd be a raffle… a raffle for first place. First place up your ass. Then another raffle for your first head job. Then one for the first to suck you off. By the time the raffles were over you'd be selling your cock for a cigarette to us cons… for a favor from the guards… "
Jane grabbed Abe's arm and tried to pull his hand off the red cock of Tim. "Stop! Don't do this to him!" she begged. "Fuck me! Put it in my ass! Please… "
Abe's hand jerked away from the almost hard prick and ripped into the soft gold hair of Jane's head. He twisted and forced her over Tim's outstretched thigh. Then he pulled at Tim's feet until the young man slid forward in the chair, until his legs were straight and his cock was propped up high.
"Okay! Cunt! You want to protect your little brother from the dirty old man? Then do it yourself! Suck him off! See how your brother's cock tastes in your hot-lipped mouth!"
"Uhhhh! No! No! Please don't make me do that" Jane sobbed.
"Hah! It's you or me! Make up your mind!" His free hand slid down Jane's back and cupped into her jutting ass, she felt his finger gouging at her anus.
Her lips trembled and she sniffed back tears while staring at the splendidly formed penis before her face. It was a long straight prick with a mushroom-like head on top of all the extreme hardness. Tim was hard, stiffer than he'd ever been in his life, his guts were convulsing with the conflict of wanting her to get away but also wanting to feel her mouth.
Jane knew Abe was fully capable of molesting Tim and realized she was the only way to stop it. Her mouth opened into a soft-lipped ring and she lowered down until the pulpy cockhead touched her softness. Tim's groin shuddered as she let her mouth collapse gently over the glans, as her wet heat buried his prickhead with swirling pleasure.
Tim tried to force the pleasure away but it was impossible. He kept his eyes closed and tried to imagine it was the mouth of the girl on the beach. Some stranger, someone other than… other than his sister. Her tongue washed slowly over his pulsating stick and he groaned, that too was impossible… It was Jane, his sister, his beautiful, lusty sister sucking his cock. It was just who he wanted to do it… Jane… her lovely mouth drawing on his petrified, hot stick of muscle.