She fought. Her fingers tried to rake his legs and found only heavy denim. When her ruby lips touched the tip of his prick, she tried to tell him to go fuck himself.
As she opened her mouth, a powerful hand shoved her face down around his prick.
In spite of herself, she had his prick in her mouth. And again, as it had been with the rapist, she found her body betraying her. The taste of his prick was good. She loved the heavy, male musky taste that lingered on her tongue.
She had to close her lips. When she did, she found a perfect seal around his prick. She still struggled, however. It seemed to be working. Her head rose slightly as the pressure on the back of her neck, lessened.
Then she realized exactly what was happening. He was allowing her to move her lips along the sides of his prick. He was making her give him head whether she wanted to or not. Everything so far had been done because he wanted it done. Even the mild face fucking was his doing. She suddenly knew he was strong enough to hold her face at his prick forever if he wanted.
By releasing her, he could feel her lips sliding over his cock. That would give him pleasure. And, sure as the sun rises in the morning, it was also making her more aware of her own womanly desires.
The tiny wet spot at her crotch spread like wildfire. She tried to keep from becoming emotionally involved in this degrading, incestuous act of forced oral sex.
She couldn't.
Her body was crying out how great it all was. She loved the taste of his cock. Even some of the cum he'd blasted into her cunt remained. She tongued that off and discovered another tangy flavor she hadn't known before. It took a couple seconds for her to realize this was her dried cunt juice still remaining on his cock.
She was tasting her very own fuck fluids as well as his dried jism and prick!
Her breath came a little faster as she knew it was impossible fighting him. Her brother was too strong. He could force her to do this horrible thing.
But was it so horrible? Hadn't she done this very act before, a lot of times before? She loved the taste of a man's cock, the way it slid in and out of her mouth as she sucked.
How could he force her to do something she really wanted to do?
The conflict in her mind confused her.
Until she could think it through, it was best to follow the dictates of her body and her brother. She began really sucking on his cock. Her cheeks caved in with the suction. Her tongue rolled around the hooded rim of his prick until he was moaning in sheer delight.
"That's, the way. See how nice it can be, oh, yeah!" he cried.
His hand on the back of her neck wouldn't permit her to raise her head. She had to keep sucking on his prick. That was all she could do bent double, that long, hard fuck stick crammed into her mouth.
"Gimme more of that mouth, sister dear!" he commanded.
She began moving her head up and down his length with greater speed. He let her. It pleased him so he let her set her own face fucking speed. She began using all the little tricks she'd learned so well. The way her tongue cradled his cock as it rammed into her mouth was just one.
As his cock came rushing in between her lips, she lightly bit down. Not much, not enough to hurt. But her white teeth left fiery red tracks on the sides of his prick. It had to stimulate him. The blood it brought into his already hard cock throbbed with a vitality that would have otherwise been missing.
Her lips quickly soothed the tortured flesh. She licked and sucked and tongued until he was gasping for air. His pleasure was immense. And she was the one giving it to him!
He might have forced her to start, but she'd be the one who'd finish this off in style!
"More! Love it! Give me more!" he ordered.
She took his entire cock into her mouth. He was long, far longer than most of the men she was used to. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, then slipped past her tonsils. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she could take cock without choking.
Positioning her head and throat in just the right way was the secret. She felt his cock go ail the way to the hilt in her face. His balls were scant inches from her chin. Her nose burrowed in the tangled mat of his pubic hair.
Best of all, she had swallowed his entire fleshy sword. Keeping her tongue out of the way, yet still moving constantly against the sides of his cock, was the hard part. Everything else came easy.
His cock was beginning to jerk and dance around in her throat. She could barely contain it now. She knew it was aroused. That was her sole intent. She was succeeding wonderfully for both of them.
"I'm hanging on!" he muttered. "Can't much longer. Your mouth. Like a Goddamn vacuum cleaner. Pulling the jizz outta me. Christ!"
She allowed his cock to slip from her throat. She gasped in relief as she found she could breath easily again. The hot air she was expelling from her nostrils gusted through his crotch. His balls felt the hot breeze and contracted even more. Everything she did to him was an added sexual bonus. The lightest touch of her mouth pushed him closer to a climax.
Even the way she breathed was robbing him of his iron control.
She loved the feeling.
She began bobbing her head up and don on his spike of hard cock. She allowed the cock scant room to get into her mouth. She squeezed down as hard as she could with her lips.
Her tongue did the rest.
The rim of his glans received special attention. She quickly circled it, then pressed firmly against the flap of skin dangling under the head of his cock. This was the most sensitive portion on his prick. Her oral love here could bring him off in a matter of seconds.
As she felt his cock begin to expand with added lust, she pushed his cock from her lips using her tongue. Pressed firmly against the very tip of his prick, she was both sucking and pushing at the same time.
"Can't hold back much longer. Keep goin', keep it going!" he gasped.
The pressure of his hand on the back of her head lessened a little as control slipped from his body. She was slowly becoming the one calling the shots in this sexual encounter.
She couldn't have been happier.
This was her brother she was so avidly eating. Not just anyone. Her very own brother. How long she'd craved to suck on his prick. The number of times she had lain awake nights wondering what it would be like fucking him came back to her. As a teenager, she'd always been insanely jealous of his girl friends.
But the incest thing prevented her saying or doing anything.
The days when such considerations were important were gone forever. They were adults. They could do anything they wanted.
She wanted her brother's cock.
Getting it was simpler than she would have thought. To imagine he'd been lusting after her all these years, too! It was almost enough to make her laugh.
She would have except for the luscious prick she had in her mouth. With her tongue driving hard into the tiny hole at the end of his fuck stick, she could tell how much longer it would be before he got his rocks off.
It wouldn't be long.
She could feel the pin-prick sized hole expand slightly. As his cock began pulsating more violently in her mouth, she knew he was fighting back the tide of his jism. She could almost sense it coming along the entire length of his eight-inch prick.
When the first spurt popped into her mouth, it splattered all over her tonsils. She was disappointed. She was greedy enough to want every single drop of it. As the second geyser blasted out, her tongue was pressed firmly against that tiny spigot.
She got her tongue coated with the gooey cream of man seed.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
His hips were bucking, ramming toward her face. He was face-fucking her with powerful strokes now. She allowed him to drive his spike of pleasure as far as he could into her mouth.