"Speed it up!" he said.
"But why? I thought you liked to take it slow and easy in the morning, I didn't think you woke up fast. And that went for your big friend naming around in my cunt, too!"
"Hell with that. You woke me up fast. Too damn fast. Now fuck yourself, damn it!"
She laughed, but she also sent her hips to moving with a quicker motion. It wasn't anywhere near as fast a he needed. She was building up her own passions.
Hearing him say things like that gave her a feeling of power over him. He needed her to bring him pleasure. That she was getting off on it was an added bonus, but the sense that she controlled the lovemaking sent her on a giant power trip.
As she rose, his hand crept under her ass. She shivered as he tried to drive a finger into her asshole. She wasn't up in the air long enough for that to happen but just touching the tightly held anus sent tremors quaking through her.
She worked her hips faster.
Planting her feet on the floor gave her more leverage. She could rock forward and pull his prick from her cunt. Rocking back like she was in a rocking chair stuffed his prick back into her cunt. It was a time of intense warmth all through her belly and twat.
That was what she was after. The physical sensations of fucking were just as important to her now as the mental ones.
She was thinking hard about the way her body was responding, about how this entire scene had come about. Incest with her brother again. She loved it. He was a great cocksman, one of the best studs ever.
And he was the one who'd gotten them started. But she was controlling the pace. She was the one dictating what would happen, what wouldn't. That robbed her of a little enjoyment.
The woman realized she enjoyed being told exactly what to do. And then, being forced into it. A symbolic rape, maybe, she didn't think that far.
But she had to have a dominant man. Her own blindness had caused a split in her thinking.
She was independent. She had to be to get along in the world. But she needed a man's strong hand when it came to fucking. Being told gave her the added arousal that set off the really huge orgasms.
This was nice. She couldn't deny that her loins were burning with the warmth of his prick in her cunt. Her juicy pussy was even overflowing with the heavy, oily fuck fluids. That she was aroused wasn't open to question.
Just how aroused was something else.
This couldn't possibly compare to the virtual rape when he'd chased her around the house, spanked her butt, then fucked her up the ass. That was the huge climax for her.
Those fleeting thoughts robbed her of a little enjoyment in this screwing. The hard length of cock dipping into her gave physical release. The way her brain was wired up kept it from being great.
But it certainly was good!
She fucked herself faster. The way his prick spread her pussy lips and drove all the way up into her cunt filled her with liquid fire. It was as if millions of fire ants had invaded her quim. They nipped and bit and ate away her most private flesh.
She was coming alive to the fucking. Faster and faster, she dropped. The cock smashed into her cunt with a wet smacking noise. That sound aroused her. She sould hear it, feel the cock burning in her guts.
His hands touched all the right places on her body. She was gasping in reaction now. Tits felt like over inflated balloons. Her clit was lightly fondled by his fingers as he stroked across her belly and played in the we of her bush.
Her ass was pinched and fondled. Most of all, the cock inside her was threatening to rip her apart.
She fucked faster.
Then the orgasm washed over her. It was a warm, gentle ocean of sensation. She went under it and easily surfaced. Her hips were still moving in the ages old fucking rhythm but the climax hadn't been the one she had expected.
It lacked zest. It wasn't potent. It wasn't a kick in the guts by a mule.
"Wasn't very good, was it?" Steve asked.
"It was okay," she said. "Not the best ever, but okay."
"And you never could lie very well. You got off but it was a wet firecracker. You should have driven me down into the bed so hard, the springs would have squeaked. You came, all right, but it wasn't big. Not big."
She shrugged. His cock was still erect in her cunt but something was gone. It had fled with her pussy cum. Her body still demanded sex. She wanted to really fuck herself and do it up royally.
Something in her head told her it wouldn't be any good.
Such a waste of hard cock, too. She hadn't even gotten Steve off on the fucking. Lisa almost felt guilty about that.
This made her even more despondent. What had made the screwing die so quickly? Was she having second thoughts about balling her own brother.
Was the incest trip losing its zing?
"I've still got a friend who needs tending to," Steve reminded her.
She reached down beneath her hips and found a cunt-juice-slippery cock. Lisa sighed. She supposed she'd have to suck him off. Even though she loved giving head, the prospect didn't appeal to her.
Maybe she should have drawn a circle around the date on the calendar. The very first time the thought of sex didn't thrill her until her toes tingled.
"I'll suck you off. That's going to please your friend a lot, I guess," she said.
He slapped her across the face. Not hard, but hard enough to tingle. She fell across the bed, holding the spot where his hand had left a red imprint.
"You'll do no such thing!" he snapped. "I don't like the way you operate, sister, dear. I'll show you what I expect. And you're going to like it – or else!"
CHAPTER TEN
"What's got into you, Steve? You've never bit me before!"
"And you've never angered me like that before, slut! I know you can do better. I'll make you do better!"
She felt a sudden thrill pass through her. She didn't know if it was a thrill of fear or sex. Somehow, she couldn't separate the two right now. And Lisa wasn't certain she wanted to.
A few seconds earlier, she had been tired of sex. It had almost reached the point where it bored her. Now she was coming alive to it again. The threat of actual pain had aroused every nerve in her body.
She found the nerves most active were the sexual ones. Her cunt throbbed with yearning for more cock. It had merely drooled mindlessly before as she fucked herself. Now that hollow feeling inside her cunt was alive. It actively chewed away at her guts. It couldn't be satisfied until cock and lots of it drove into her again.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice sounding frightened.
"Whatever the hell I please, slut. I'm sick of you going around like you were royalty. You want this, you want that. No more. I'm telling you what I want. And you'll obey me instantly."
"What if I don't? What'll you do?"
His answer sent shivers down her spine. "I will punish you in any way I can think up. And I've got an active imagination when it comes to discipline!"
"I don't think I want any part of this," she said, scrambling off the far side of the bed. The side of her face still smarted from the slap he'd given her. She didn't want him to hit her again.
Not right away.
She ran from the room, the sound of his bare feet thudding on the carpet a couple paces behind. Lisa managed to slam the door as she raced don the hall. That slowed her pursuer for a few seconds.
But then indecision hit her. Where should she go? She was naked. It wouldn't do to run outside. The living room seemed the only logical place. But he could catch her easily there. He could see and it was daylight. The trick of turning out the lights wouldn't work now.
The feeling coursing through her made her more aware of her body tan at any other time she could remember. Each muscle surged with energy. Her nerves were taut. The slightest sound came as a loud crashing.