She was enjoying the hell out of this fucking.
His hands gripped fiercely at her tits and pulled her in to his body. She felt the thick mat of his hairy chest rubbing her spine. Each tiny hair seemed electric. Her satiny ass was grinding hard into his groin. And best of all, his cock was drilling up her cunt with all the force of a battering ram.
He wasn't gentle with her. He was taking her like a man should fuck a woman.
She wanted more of it.
"Like this, huh, bitch?" he grunted. His hands clamped hard on her boobs. He was straining with each thrust now. He wanted each to be deeper than the last. His sister was cooperating to the utmost with him. The way her hips hunched back to meet his forward stroke drove his cock far up her cunt. But there was more. He could feel it.
She was bucking up and down off the bed trying to get new stimulation of all the delicate parts of her twat. That wasn't enough for her. His hands worked hard at her tits. She gasped every time he squeezed don on them. And his cock was giving her cunt the reaming out she wanted. He was fucking her with all the strength and skill he could.
There had to be more.
She reached out and gripped a pillow hard in one fist. That didn't seem to help her at all. Then her other hand drifted down between her legs. She could feel his prick sailing in and out of her cunt.
Helping it along seemed like a good idea. Fingers clamping down on her own pussy lips, she compressed the flaps around his in-coming cock. This gave both of them an extra surge of sensation in their genitals.
Her sensitive labia were stimulated by the friction of his cock rubbing even harder against them. He felt a thrill of joy as the sides of his prick were attended to in the most erotic way, possible.
Together, they were fast approaching orgasm.
It still wasn't enough for the woman. Her body was like a raw nerve. Each touch was magnified a million times until she could barely stand it. But she was getting sexually greedy. She had to have it all or the fucking wouldn't seem good enough to her.
"Faster, faster!" she cried. "I want it all the way up my cunt! Your lovely, fucking cock! I want it all of it."
She found the tiny stub of her clit. As she touched it lightly, a tremor passed through her body. Then she began diddling it with sure strokes of her hand. To hell with her sex lips. That cock could give them all the stimulation they could tolerate.
The clit wasn't being properly handled.
She worked on it until she came.
Her finger stroked around its base, then she carefully worked her way up to the top of the erotic little organ. Lances of fire jabbed into her belly. She started causing them at the same time the cock fucked hard into her cunt.
The two sensations met in her belly and flooded upward. There the potent tide of lust mixed with the feeling coming from his manhandling of her knocker.
In one giant carnal stew, the sensations overpowered her. She cried out a wordless scream and came.
It was the cum she'd been waiting for. The mast ultimate climax a woman could ever achieve. It was so intense she was certain it would last forever.
It didn't.
As she was plummeting back from her sexual high, she felt her cunt filling with the hot creamy cum of her brother's cock. He was jetting out his jism. Her convulsing cunt had finally milked him of his heavy load.
The sharp, sudden thrusts into her cunt set off another climax. It wasn't anything like the prior one, however. But she couldn't complain. It was almost relaxing going back to the type of orgasm she'd been accustomed to.
The monster orgasm she'd had drained her physically and emotionally. This was almost a peaceful, easy one.
Finally, she felt Steve's prick slide from her quim. He was done for the moment, happy.
"That was just super, Lisa," he said. "I never got off quite that hard before!"
"You were hard, all right," she agreed. Then she laughed. She knew what he'd meant. It had been good for him, too.
Would it stay this great for both of them? She began to worry that it might not. Her on sexual needs were becoming more and more complicated. She no longer understood what drove her on.
Sex was great, sure. But just not any sex. She'd found that out the night she was raped.
Lisa let Steve put his arms around her and they drifted off to sleep once more.
CHAPTER NINE
They awoke again several hours later. The sun was already up and Lisa had never felt more alive in all her life. She couldn't see the sun in all its glory but she could feel its effects on her face.
With the shades open, it poured over her face like melted butter. The warmth filtered down into her naked body. She didn't care if there were neighbors watching her silent worship of the sun or not. That was up to them. She was just glad to be alive.
Alive and having Steve.
It amazed her how much she loved her brother. And in how many different ways. The brotherly love was there, sure. It always had been. He'd given her hell when they'd been younger, but that was normal. After their parents died, he'd gone out of his way to look after her. She had rebelled a little and gone on an independence kick.
He'd even gone along with that as being a good thing.
But there had always been something else lurking buried in her mind. It came from the deepest recesses of her being. Lisa hadn't been able to confront those feelings until the rape made her examine everything about her and her attitudes toward sex.
She loved her brother and the way she loved him was anything but brother-sister stuff.
It was outright physical attraction. She loved running her hands over his body, his face, sensing the smooth flow of his muscles, touching his face, feeling him smile.
Those weren't the only places she had wanted to touch him. Now that she'd had the chance, her drive towards incest was even stronger.
She loved him as any sister could love a brother. Lisa also loved him as passionately as any lover could love her man.
Incest, sure. But so what? There were worse things going on in the world every day. People being robbed, politicians stealing the taxpayers blind, people doing damage to others.
What she and Steve had hurt no one. They were the only ones who were involved. It might have been a sin, a crime they could be sent to jail for, but she didn't care. Let the police catch them!
Lisa wanted Steve so badly she'd do anything, risk anything, for his wonderful prick. It meant that much to her.
He was a strong man. She could depend on him. Her independence was real – up to a point. Without Steve to give her the support she occasionally needed, she didn't know what she would do.
Carl had dumped her because she wouldn't marry him. The more Lisa thought about it, the more she realized this was a small loss. She had loved Carl in her way, but it wasn't the burning, fiery passionate love she felt for her brother. Carl could never possibly compare with Steve.
She heard a loud yawn and turned toward the bed. The warm sun on her back relaxed her, made her comfortable and ready for more sex.
"Morning, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to be conked out for the rest of the day."
"Urn?" Steve mumbled. He rubbed his eyes a couple times, found he could focus them and then saw his sister standing by the window. He thought for a moment he'd died and gone to heaven.
No earthly vision could be so beautiful.
She stood there so innocently. She'd never seen herself, never seen what other women looked like. She had no basis for comparison.
That was just one thing that attracted Steve so strongly to Lisa.
The other was her physical beauty. The light illuminated her perfectly. He could see the silk-like hairs on her body lighted up by the sun. She was smiling and it was all for him. But he couldn't keep looking at just her face. There was so much more for him to take in.