"Damn… oh, damn!" Luke whispered, uncorking his prick from his sister's pussy. "Marcy, you're incredible. I always knew, you were horny, but I never thought you were like this."
Marcy felt oddly empty without her brother's cock stretching her cuntlips and filling her pussy. She straightened out, laying prone on the office floor, her big tits flattening out beneath her to cushion her weight. Her wet cunt was still tingling, her pants around her knees.
"It was lust… just lust," Marcy said softly. "Nothing more than that. We had needs that needed to be satisfied."
"You don't believe that any more than I do. You and me, we'll fuck again soon. I'll eat your pussy and you'll eat my cock and you will go right out of your mind." His chuckle was filled with confidence. "You can tell yourself this doesn't mean anything if you want to, but I know otherwise. You're a cock-sucker, Marcy, I can feel it. You can't get enough cock in you no matter how hard you try."
Luke reached down and grabbed Marcy's skimpy bikini panties, which were around the tops of her knees. With a savage jerk he ripped them from her body, eliciting a short gasp from Marcy.
"I want these as a souvenir. Something to remember you by. You're a hot fuck, Marcy. Real hot."
CHAPTER THREE
Marcy stood at the window of her bedroom, looking out without really seeing anything, thinking about the day she had had.
Within the course of less than two hours, she had given one brother a blow-job, and fucked another one. She never really had any intention of doing anything with either of them. It just happened, that was all. Marcy tried to feel something akin to regret for what she'd done, but even she knew she was trying to fool herself.
Luke had been right on the mark when he said Marcy would be sucking on his cock. She wondered if he knew how to lick a woman's cunt properly. Some guys didn't do it right and that always disturbed Marcy. The hot-blooded blonde loved having a tongue in her cunt, but only if the guy knew how to work over her cuntlips and clit correctly. Otherwise it was just high hopes that couldn't be satisfied.
It was a blustery, cool October evening. Marcy watched the trees bending with the wind and a shiver went up her spine even though it was warm in the house.
She checked the small electric clack beside her bed. It was ten o'clock in the evening. Papa still wasn't home. And Marcy had no idea when Loni had left, or where she'd gone.
Sitting at the small dressing table, Marcy looked at herself in the mirror. She hoped Papa would find her sexy enough to want to fuck. She sometimes suspected that Papa didn't even think of her as a woman because she was such a torn boy.
On impulse, Marcy took a tube of mascara from the table and applied it to her eyelashes. The mascara highlighted her eyes, making them appear more prominent, dark fringes surrounding blue eyes in a pale face framed by blonde hair. It was exactly the right effect. A touch of femininity that wouldn't let any man forget that she was all-woman.
"Where are you going?"
Marcy turned and saw Tony standing at the entryway to the kitchen. He was Luke's twin brother and seeing him made Marcy blush a little because the memory, of being on her hands and knees in Papa's office while Luke pumped his big prick into her cunt was still vivid for her. Tony looked enough like Luke to make Marcy shiver a little with excitement, though the brothers weren't identical twins.
"What are you looking at? You've got a really strange expression on your face."
Marcy forced her eyes away from Tony. She pulled Loni's rabbit fur coat out of the closet and began putting it on.
"I've got a lot of things on my mind."
"Like what?" Tony asked, moving forward slowly.
"I've got to find Papa. There's something very important that I've got to talk to him about."
"Mind if I come along?"
Marcy mumbled that he was welcome, although she wasn't sure she should have her brother with her. If she found Papa she had every intention in the world of jerking his cock out and giving him the hottest blow-job of his life. She didn't care if she found him in the middle of town, standing on Main Street. Marcy was going to show him that whatever kind of sex he needed to be happy she was more than willing to give to him.
They got in the Chevrolet van, with Marcy behind the wheel and Tony sitting in the passengers side seat.
Three hours later, at one o'clock on Saturday morning, Marcy and Tony had the van perked in a lot behind one of their favorite nightclubs. They'd checked every nightclub and restaurant Papa could possibly be and they'd come up empty.
"What do you think I should do now?" Marcy asked. "Go home? Call it quits for the evening."
The back of the van had a mattress in it and the whole vehicle's interior had been customized. There was even a small icebox in it.
"Let's have a beer and think about it for a second," Tony said, getting out of his seat and moving to the back.
Ten minutes later Marcy felt her clit itching for satisfaction and her nipples hardening at the thought of fucking Tony. She'd already had sex with two of her brothers that day and she thought it wildly erotic to make a clean sweep of it in one single day.
"Tell me something," Marcy said, looking at her brother in the darkened interior of the van. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Yes, of course I do…"
Marcy paused a moment. She could hear people getting in their cars outside. Some of them were laughing as they left the nightclub.
"Then why don't you prove it?" Marcy replied quietly.
Marcy shrugged off her coat, casting it aside as she knelt on the floor of the van, the mattress soft beneath her knees. Tony, she could tell, wasn't as forceful as her other two brothers. She found it sexy and exciting, that she as the one doing the seducing.
As Tony watched her, Marcy pulled the T-shirt slowly over her head, exposing her round, full 36C-cup tits. She grabbed them, squeezing them, firmly, her nipples poking out between her fingers.
"Suck on them, Tony," she said, her voice a whisper husky with passion. "Let me feel your mouth on my nipples."
Marcy chuckled happily as she was enfolded in her brother's arms and bent backward until her shoulders were on the mattress, her legs doubled up beneath her. He sucked her nipple between his lips, lashing the fiery tit-tip with his tongue to send excitement crackling through her veins.
"Yessss! Ohhhhh! Yes, Tony!" she cooed, stroking his hair as he devoured her pink nipples.
Marcy spread her feet apart and Tony's hand was instantly at her crotch, rubbing her tight fitting jeans against her cuntlips. As Marcy felt the jeans mashing against her hard, little clit, she shivered, happy now that Luke had ripped her panties off her.
"Take me, Tony!" Marcy whispered, spreading her arms to completely avail her body to her older brother. "Take me! Fuck me! Take me any you want me!"
She felt the snap of her jeans coming undone, then her zipper being brought down. Marcy squirmed, arching her back a little to push more of her tit into Tony's hot, hungry mouth. He sucked on her tits, his tongue moving from one nipple to the other as he opened her pants and boldly thrust his hand inside.
His finger slipped between her cuntlips easily, driving up her pussy, rubbing against Marcy's clit. She crooned lustily, giving her senses free rein, allowing Tony to do anything he wanted to with her.
When he brought his mouth to hers, Marcy kissed him with a passion that almost frightened her. She kept her arms outstretched, sucking on his invading tongue, dancing her tongue against his. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting her lip softly as his finger jerked to and fro between her tapered thighs, fingerfucking her cunt quickly but gently, sending her senses reeling.
Marcy did not resist when Tony turned her over so that she was on her stomach on the floor of the van. Her tits pressed against the carpeting, hot tingles coming from her moist nipples which scraped against the coarse fabric.