shivering and sucking in air loudly as the sensation built higher and higher inside her. And then she was there, ramming her flaming pussy hard against his hungering mouth, squirting jet after jet of pussy-cream into his face as she came madly.
Alvin, in heat again, in fact considerably hotter than before, felt her thighs tighten around his head until he thought the pressure would make his head crack. Still he slurped madly, feeling her bounce crazily on the bed, almost tearing his head from his shoulders.
Her thighs suddenly parted and she all but tore the hair from his head as she yanked him away from her oversensitive snatch. She shuddered and sighed, lying back, thinking it was over.
But it was not yet ended. Alvin needed more relief. Even as his sister lay back, his ponderous form covered her slender body and he guided his thick, heavy prick to the butterfly lips of her sweet pussy. This time the resistance was considerably less. Her cunt walls opened widely to welcome his burning tool.
This time he expected the fucking would last a little longer. He wanted to play with his sister's tits for a while, but she was still fully dressed, and dim-witted as he was, he knew he didn't dare risk tearing the clothing from her.
Bernadette's pussy was oversensitive, and yet she wanted more. Even as his cock filled the depths of her weeping snatch a second time, she realized she wanted to feel her brother's heavy pole reaming through her tight fuck-hole.
Alvin grabbed her ass-cheeks again, squeezing those luscious cheeks. His digging prick plunged ever deeper on every in stroke, forcing Bernadette to adjust to the solid, swift, ass-pounding beat of his screwing. Her blood- swollen nipples pushed against the material of her bra, rubbing back and forth against his bare chest as it pressed against her dress. Together they rocked from side-to-side in a wild embrace, rolling and struggling, but this time working toward a common goal.
Her father might have been more experienced, and he might have even fucked her better, but Bernadette couldn't recall when she'd ever been fucked with such energy before. She had no idea whether it was some innate ability of Alvin's, or if it was his youth. In any case, she was getting the wildest screwing of her life.
Even as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Alvin's hunching dong, Bernadette realized this would not be the end of it. At the moment she didn't want it to end, but once she regained her sanity, she would do her best to avoid Alvin. But even then she knew damn well there would be no way of avoiding Alvin. This was going to be the first in a series of many nights when her brother would be fucking her without letup.
Bernadette knew this incredible fuck couldn't go on much longer. She could feel his sunken shaft twitching violently inside her twat, building the feeling inside her cunt to a shimmering delightfulness, making her dangle on the edge of an erotic precipice. She could feel him trying to slow down his fuck-thrusts in the hope of holding off his impending orgasm, but it would have been easier to hold the wind in his hands. Bernadette's desire had built to a peak again, and she refused to slow her grinding hips. Her calves locked themselves behind his back for leverage as her pussy muscles proceeded to squeeze his cock.
Her second climax suddenly came sweeping down on her, and her heels kicked his back as her arms clutched his weighty body to her. Even as she soared to the heights of orgasmic delight, she felt his wild thrusts become even stronger. He plunged ever-more-maddeningly into her cock-crushing hole, and then his immense body stiffened on top of hers and began jerking and twisting violently about as his whole being concentrated itself in the steaming, piston of his thrusting cock. He plunged in and out of her with ever-greater speed, and new climaxes built themselves on old, fading ones, as she bounced wildly, shrieking out her insane pleasures, clutching him all the more tightly.
And then she felt another load of heavy, boiling sperm suddenly stream into her cunt as Alvin babbled incoherently. His jizz exploded into her again and again, and he kept prodding his meat into her cunt as his prick continued spurting. She rose to even higher peaks before his dick slowly shrank inside her snatch.
She fell back on the bed, exhausted, and Alvin fell on top of her. They lay that way for nearly an hour before she finally got up, slipped on new panties, and went about her household chores.
CHAPTER THREE
Had Alvin not tried to be an insatiable glutton, Bernadette might have adjusted to him. Moron though he was, his cock more than adequately replaced the one she'd lost when her father had died. Had he tried bothering her only once in a while, she might have gone along with him. But the very next day he tried the same thing, and Bernadette had to hold him off with a butcher knife from the kitchen.
'From now on,' she told him, 'we fuck when I feel like it, and not when you get the urge. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wear me out at this stage in my life.'
Bernadette did not withhold herself completely from her brother. Every once in a while, when the other members of the family weren't around and weren't likely to be around, she invited him up to her bedroom for a fuck, not because she liked him so much as because she was hot for cock, and she was fast finding out that only a family cock would suffice her.
One Saturday night, to be certain, she went out with Drew Starker, a tall, somewhat good-looking, albeit not- too-bright nineteen-year-old who lived next door. Drew had long brown hair, close-set eyes, flaring nostrils and high cheekbones. He had one of those naturally muscular bodies, and though he drank beer the way a fish drank water, it did nothing to his body.
His range of conversation was limited, but Bernadette had to admit he was a mental marvel compared to Alvin. He talked about his job in a fish market, and even discussed mutual acquaintances.
Bernadette let him do most of the talking, sitting on her side of the car, glad he was trying to concentrate on his driving rather than anything else. For all his lack of imagination, he wasn't a hophead. He didn't even puff pot.
He took her to a drive-in movie, bought her popcorn and an egg roll, and did nothing more than try holding her hand. She let him, feeling a little more comfortable after a while. At least he wasn't an animal.
After the movie they went to have some pizza. She became a little apprehensive when she saw him order a beer with the pizza, but he kept it down to one can. He tried convincing her to have a beer, as well, but Bernadette didn't like beer and declined.
Completely lacking in imagination, Drew drove back to his house (which was right next door to hers) and asked, 'You wanna go home, or maybe you'd like to come to my house for a while?'
'I wouldn't want to waken anyone,' she told him.
'I got a key to the back door. It goes right down to our room in the basement,' he told her.
'And what happens once we're in the basement?' she inquired.
'Hey, stay cool, huh? I ain't gonna hurt you. You know that. I mean, we live right next door to each other. We have to go on livin' next door and talkin' to each other. Christ! I ain't gonna hurt ya.'
She looked at him, at the dullness behind his eyes, and she smiled. Drew was no less masculine than any male she knew, but he wasn't the kind to force himself on a girl. What it all boiled down to was, did she want to fuck him or not? Compared to Alvin, Drew had a shining beacon for a personality. Physically, he was not only thinner than Alvin, but was even more slender than her late father, yet he bulged with muscles in spite of his slim suppleness.
She had no idea how many other girls he might have screwed. She didn't particularly care, though she did accept the fact that experience would have helped.
What the hell! It was just past midnight, she didn't feel the least bit sleepy, and it was time to pull away from Alvin. She couldn't go through the rest of her life having to depend on a dimwit for sex. Right now she was only nineteen. In a little while she would be out of high school. Eventually she would want to get married. God! How could she live with a husband whose cock didn't satisfy her? She had to start finding outside cocks sometime, in the hope of eventually discovering she was capable of an orgasm with someone other than an immediate family member.
'Let's go see your basement,' she finally agreed, actually seeing the light flash in his eyes for a fraction of a second.
They got out of his car and he led her around to the rear of the house, careful to hold her hand so she
