'To the purification rites!' he ordered. Brandy watched until they vanished from her field of vision. Curious, she poked her head out into the hall. They were gone. She hastily stepped out, wondering where they had gone. Then she heard noises coming from one of the rooms. She had to see what was going on.
She opened the door of the room a crack and peered in. Brandy had to cover her mouth with, her hand to keep from crying out loud. The girl who had been showing her around the house was stripped naked and tied on the altar in such a way that her cunt was widely exposed to whomever wanted to fuck her.
'You have sinned. Sin is a crime against all of nature. You are inharmonious. You must learn the rhythm of the universe once again.'
James slipped out of his robe. Brandy gasped when she saw the size of his hard-on. It didn't look so much like a cock as it did a telephone pole. She had never guessed her brother was this well-hung. Just the sight of his hard long cock made her cunt begin to churn again. To get a piece of that action was more than she could hope for!
The girl tried to keep her thoughts from running away with her. This was her brother she was having carnal thoughts about. She couldn't possibly fuck him. That would be incest. And what he was doing to the chained girl on the altar wasn't much different from what their father had done to Brandy. The only difference was in attitude.
The girl chained spread-eagle on the altar had an expression on her face that Brandy found hard to identify. Then she realized this was a religious experience for the young girl. She was getting fucked while she was bound and helpless. It seemed like some sort of religious sacrament.
Brandy couldn't understand it. She would be furious if it were she on the altar, and yet her cunt was beginning to drool in the most lewd manner possible. She pressed fingers into the coarse robe and shivered as the material caressed her most delicate flesh.
Moaning softly she began to masturbate as she watched the X-rated scene in the room unfold. Her brother walked closer to the altar, his huge prick held firmly in his hand. Only the purple-tipped knob of his glans poked out.
'You must be purified by the wand of justice,' he intoned. He got up onto the altar, his knees pressing apart the young girl's thighs. Then he dropped his full weight onto the helpless woman.
Brandy could see it all. And it thrilled her strangely. She could see the long hard rod of her brother's cock part the pink scalloped cuntlips and then vanish from sight. The girl getting fucked arched her back and screamed at the rough penetration.
'Fuck me, Brother James, fuck me and make me gooooood!'
'My fleshy sword will drive forth the demons of uncaring from your body. You shall be whole again.'
His hips moved with slow rhythmic jerks. Brandy opened the door a little farther so she could see every second of this wanton act. She was horrified that her brother would chain a girl down like this and fuck her, but she was also turned on by it.
She kept her own hand moving restlessly across her cunt, pressing into the turgid flaps of her cuntlips and then driving her finger all the way up into her cunt. She didn't bother to put her hand under her robe. She simply wrapped the rough woolen robe around her finger and fucked herself that way. The coarseness of the robe only added to her excitement. Never had she felt surges like she was getting in her cunt now. She finger-fucked herself faster and faster as she saw her brother's hairy ass begin to knot and strain with his fucking rhythm.
'Purify me, Brother James!' the chained girl on the altar cried out repeatedly. 'Cancel out all the evil in my body. Drive it out with your fleshy sword of justice!'
'I… will!' panted the man, his body moving faster. There was a light sheen of sweat all over him now as the exertion of the fucking took its toll on his body. His magnificently muscled body rippled such as Brandy had never seen before. She had always thought that her brother was something of a skinny runt, but he was showing her a completely different side of his nature now. The muscles standing out weren't huge ones, not like a weightlifter's, but they were ample. They were like the smooth flowing muscles of a swimmer, rippling and surging and completely under control.
She saw his fuckstick part those puffy cuntlips and drive mercilessly all the way into the chained girl's cunt. The girl on the altar struggled passionately as the man fucked her faster and harder and deeper. Every thrust threatened to rip her apart all the way to the chin. And she still begged for more!
'Drive out all the evil! Make me a good person again! I need it sooooo!'
The man didn't answer. His cock pistoned in and out. From her vantage point at the door, Brandy could heat the lewd slurping noises as the cunt oils slopped out around the thick plug of cock. The girl was getting a royal fucking and loving it.
And she called this purification!
If this was what it meant to get purified, then Brandy loved this more than anything else in the world. It was sure as hell a sight better than being beaten with wood sticks.
'I… I feel the nearness of the purification,' grunted James. 'The fluid of power is soon to erupt!'
He humped faster, his cock fucking into the softly yielding cunt. The pink cuntlips seemed to caress and kiss his cock with every stroke. Then he arched his back and groaned loudly. Brandy could see his balls convulsively jerking and contracting. Her brother was spilling out his hot jism into the girl's cunt.
'Yes, yes, yes, I feel it!' the girl sobbed.
And then it was over. The man sighed and relaxed and got off the stone altar. He motioned to two robed figures standing at the side of the room to come and release the girl.
'She is purified once again. My holy body fluids mingle with hers and make her pure. Evil is driven out of her.'
Brandy almost laughed. He seemed so solemn. He'd just fucked a pretty girl and he was sounding like an old man now. He should be relaxing, enjoying the warm afterglow from a good fucking. And then it hit Brandy that perhaps he didn't consider this a good fucking. He might actually think of it as a duty, an act of purification.
Still, fucking by any other name would feel just as good. The blonde girl knew that the girl on the receiving end of that huge cock had to be feeling warm and good all over. She had to.
Her own fingers delved deeper and deeper into her cunt, but she froze when she heard her brother's cold voice say, 'Look no more for the evil one. My sister stands at the door coveting our purification ritual.'
She was caught!
CHAPTER FIVE
Brandy looked around for someplace to run. All exits were closed to her. She saw one of the dark robed figures advancing on her from each end of the hallway. In the purification room there was only her brother. The girl and her two acolytes had vanished through some side door.
Side door! That thought hit Brandy like a load of bricks. If the others had escaped that way, so could she. She hastily pushed her way into the room. The dampness on the front of her brown robe told what she had been doing, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't care what her nut-case brother thought. All she wanted was out of here before he did something to her.
She ran across the room and rattled the handle of the door. Locked. Turning back, she faced her naked brother. The look on his face was one of peace and complete lust. She didn't know how he could combine the two the way he did. He was a holy man – self-proclaimed – and yet he was still a man. He had taken no vow of chastity. The fucking of the chained girl on the altar had shown that. If anything, he had elevated sex to the point where only the highest of the religious order were allowed to fuck.
'James, please, this is Brandy. I'm your sister. You don't want to do anything to me you'd regret later.'
'You are in need of purification, too. And in your case, it is imperative that it be done immediately.'
She tried to dodge around him. Strong fingers clamped firmly on her upper arm and spun her around. Her body collided with his. In that moment, she felt a weakness pass through her. She couldn't define what it was. Something like the first time she knew she was going to get fucked. And there was more to it. Looking into her brother's eyes, she saw something of the religious man as well, as the sex-starved animal. And the combination worked magic on her.
