Lake Taboo Page 3

  "Make me."

  Brandon stared at me, his face tight, his breathing deep. I could feel the size and firmness of his cock through his shorts and through my shorts and through my bikini bottoms underneath. I wanted him to rip off my clothes, to force himself inside of me, like a savage, invade me brutally, take me by force. The intensity of my desire was overwhelming. Frightening. Terrifying. Where had it come from?

  He let go of the wrist of my empty hand but held onto my other wrist, the one attached to the hand that held the phone. He laid his weight fully on top of me and reached across with his free hand, grabbed the phone, wrestled it free from my fingers. And then, before he could delete the video, I did something that startled even me: I slapped him.

  The intense surge of shock and anger in his face frightened me. He threw the phone across the tent and grabbed my wrist again, pinning me to the ground, grinding into me. I struggled, panicking, suddenly afraid of what he would do to me, of what I wanted him to do to me. I didn't want to be raped, but I did. I wanted my brother to ravish me, to punish me for humiliating him.

  This is it, I thought. It's happening. He's going to punish me for slapping him. For taking the video. He's going to fuck me. My brother is going to fuck me hard to punish me for being a bad sister. The thought was driving me wild with excitement, my pulse was pounding in my ears like a surf beating against the shore, my cunt was sopping with juices.

  For a moment he hung there, his face as glorious as an avenging angel’s, and then his lips swept down and locked onto mine.

  The softness, the silkiness of his hot, wet lips made my heart race, as frightened as a rabbit fleeing a wolf. His kisses were rough, furtive, chaotic, driven by uncertainty and need. His lips moved from my mouth to my chin, to my jaw, to my neck, to the hollow behind my ear. His pelvis was thrusting against me, humping me through our clothing, desperate, intense, animalistic.

  Suddenly, his hands were gone from my wrists and I felt him grabbing at the hem of my shirt with one hand while he supported himself with the other. He pulled it up, exposing my belly, pushed the shirt up over my breasts, exposing my bikini top, and then he slid down and planted his mouth over my bellybutton. His tongue filled my navel with moisture and heat, swirled around in a circle, digging and stroking. I felt his hands on my shorts, popping open the buttons.

  My excitement was almost unendurable now. It was as if all of my fantasies had converged on this moment and were about to be fulfilled at the same time. He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down over my hips. I raised my pelvis from the ground instinctively, feeling a wave of sweetness as he pulled them down over my knees. They caught on my sandals and he stopped to tug each of them off, a single quick motion of one hand while he held my ankle with the other. The shorts slipped off over my feet and he tossed them to the other side of the tent.

  My bikini bottoms were soaked. I could smell my own cunt in the confined space of the tent, a raw, pungent odor that made me ashamed; but the smell only seemed to make him wilder. He was like an animal now, kissing and biting the skin on my belly like he was going to eat me alive. He grabbed the string at each hip and pulled. The bottoms rolled up my thighs and jerked against the back of my knees as he tugged. He grabbed my legs and steadied them and then pulled the bottoms off, flinging them after my shorts.

  My brother grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed my legs up, spreading them, pointing my toes toward the roof of the tent.

  My pussy was painfully exposed under his gaze. I could feel the moisture dripping down my crack to my anus. I was afraid that he would be disgusted, that in the last instant, before all of my dreams were fulfilled, he would realize what he was doing, that he was stripping his own sister, that he was preparing to indulge himself in the worst taboo of all, and reject me. But his eyes gleamed in the dim light; there was no rejection there, only fascination.

  He dropped suddenly, and buried his head between my thighs.

  His powerful hands grabbed my hips and pulled me to his open mouth. His lips were on my mons, his slick tongue snaking through the tangle of my pubic hair, his hot breath making me shiver.

  He licked and nibbled at my mound, then bent his neck so that he could trace the folds of my labia with the tip of his tongue. I was moaning softly now, almost insane with anticipation. Acting on their own intelligence, my hands forced aside the little triangles of fabric concealing my breasts and my fingers latched onto my nipples, rolling them between my knuckles.

  Brandon dipped his tongue into my hole, searching for the source of my overflowing well. His fingers pinched into my hips, pulled me closer so that his tongue could dig deeper. His nose was pressed against my clit, sliding back and forth as he penetrated me orally.

  Don't stop, my mind begged. Then: Put your cock in me. Put it inside of me.

  My body was torn over which desire was more in need of being fulfilled; I knew that I had to have his cock inside of me, but his lips, his tongue, and his breath were stroking me like the feathers of angels, raising me to the heights of ecstasy. I tried to thank him, to encourage him, to inspire him, but I was breathing so hard that my lips were numb, too clumsy to form coherent speech, and all that came out of me were a series of sighs and moans.

  He licked up from my dripping hole to my sensitive clit, teasing it with light, swirling strokes. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I reached down with one hand and twined my fingers through his hair, holding him down, grinding against him with gyrating hips.

  He knew my body surprisingly well, as if we'd done this before. His tongue lapped first up and down and then around my clit in a circle. After a few repetitions, he changed direction, rotating his tongue the other way, counterclockwise. His movements were eager, excited, enthusiastic about the prospect of giving me pleasure.

  I was groaning audibly now. Loud enough that if anyone had still been at the campground they would have heard me.

  What if they come back? I wondered. What if Rachel and Cassie and Matt and Andy are standing right outside this very minute? What will they think? What will we tell them?

  The thought of them all standing around the entrance of the tent, listening to Brandon eat my pussy, listening to my cries of pleasure, was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard, shuddering against Brandon's face as my muscles spasmed. Pleasure, like a pure, clean ray of heavenly sunlight, suffused my body, filling it with delight. Hard surfaces dissolved, and everything tingled and glowed; the trembling of my thighs, the gasping of my breath, the pounding of my pulse only seemed to intensify it.

  After several powerful contractions, my body relaxed and Brandon pushed himself up, wiping his lips and his chin with his hand. He was kneeling between my legs. Without a moment's hesitation, I sat up, grabbed the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down.

  His cock sprang up like an uncoiled spring, bouncing in front of me. It was long, thick, gorgeous, inviting; without a doubt the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Without thinking, I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed, thrilling to its hardness and warmth, the softness of the skin, the throbbing excitement. I could smell it, too; a sweaty muskiness that made my mouth water and my pussy tingle with longing.

  I kissed the tip, tasting the salty, slightly sweet slickness of his precum on my lips. I extended my tongue to the underside of his head, caressing the cleft where the little wrinkles of skin joined the shaft, and then leaned in, embracing him with my warm, wet mouth. The sensation was incredible.

  This is my brother's cock. My brother's cock is in my mouth. I'm giving my brother a blow job.

  The words reverberated in my head, repeated themselves over and over as I sucked him in, pulling him to the back of my throat, feeling the flared ridge of his crown against the roof of my mouth, trying not to clip him with my teeth. He was so big; I wondered how was I supposed to avoid biting him when I could barely get my lips all the way around his girth.

  I let him back out and then took him in again, squeezing the fingers of both hands around his broad shaft, pulling his skin over the rigid flesh, feeling his strength and vigor. He tasted like salt and meat and manhood, a succulent feast that made me hungry for the treat at the end of his arousal, the sticky paste that would coat my tongue with its gooey, bitter tartness. The more I thought about it, the more I listened to his soft sighs and felt his agitated trembling, the more I wanted him to do it, to just unleash into my mouth, to fill my cheeks with his spunk.

  He pulled back with a groan, pushing me away by the shoulders.

  I looked up at him, startled. His face was flushed, almost red as a beat, and his breathing was labored. The crown of his cock was purple and his whole penis throbbed with excitement.

  "Stop," he said. It was little more than a whisper. "You're going to make me cum."

  I reached for him with my mouth, but he forced me back.

  "Not that way. Not yet. I want to put it inside of you."

  His words electrified me. I couldn't imagine anything in the universe that I wanted more than to feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of my cunt.

  I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him down on top of me but he held back, resisting.

  "I can't," he said. "Rachel has the condoms in her purse."

  I looked at him, uncomprehending. What does Rachel have to do with this? It took me a minute to understand what he meant. He wanted to have sex with me, but he couldn't because he didn't have any condoms. I thought of the condom in the pocket of my shorts.

  I don't care, I thought. I pulled him again and again he resisted.

  "I can't put it in. What if I cum?"

  "Pull it out," I said. I pulled on him, using all of my strength and weight to pull him down on top of me.

  He gave me an incredulous look.

  "You know
I won't be able to—"

  "I'm on the pill," I said. It was a lie. I hadn't taken my pills for months. Not since I'd broken up with my boyfriend. I knew there would be repercussions for my words, but I was in no condition to care. I was out of my mind with desire.

  "Stacey—"

  I yanked on his arm and he gave in, falling on me with a sudden frenzy.

  He had the tip of his cock pressed between his thumb and fingers and started rubbing it against my clit. I felt like I was going to die of excitement. It was too much, almost painful. I had to get him inside of me. I lubricated myself with my juices and drew my labia aside with my fingers.

  My brother's naked cock slid into my tight pussy, forcing a moan through my lips that came from deep in my core. It was, without a doubt, the greatest feeling I had ever experienced. All the angels in heaven couldn't have made me happier. I'd expected it to hurt — he was so much bigger than anyone else I'd ever slept with — but it went in easily, riding on the wave of my excitement.

  I could feel his heat, his hardness, the throbbing of his pulse inside of me. We were joined as one person, closer than we'd ever been in all our years as siblings, and, in a bolt of insight, I realized that this was what I'd always wanted. I'd always wanted to feel my brother inside of me, to lie in frenzied heat beneath his powerful, beautiful body. He'd been silently dominating my fantasies for years, hidden behind other faces, other bodies, an unannounced and unavowed presence. But it had always been him that I'd wanted, his body on top of mine, his mouth on my lips, his cock inside my cunt.

  He was thrusting hard, pounding my pussy, fucking me for all he was worth, lost in his own lust. I expected him to erupt at any moment, but he soldiered on, hanging by a thread, groaning and grunting, gasping, clinging to any shred of resistance. His fingers dug into my shoulders, squeezed my breasts, pulled on my hair and through everything his cock kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, driving me harder and harder toward orgasm, like a hunter driving a wild bison over the edge of a cliff.

  I was fighting it, too, afraid that when it was over, it would be gone forever. I was afraid it would never happen again, that we'd never speak of it, rarely even talk to one another, that we'd be driven apart by this shameful secret. I wanted it to last — this thrusting, hard, desperate, pulsating cock inside my hungry, aching pussy — to last forever, to never not feel it forcing itself inside of me.

  Brandon moaned and clenched and all his movement came to an abrupt halt, every muscle in his body tightening like steel. He's doing it. He's cumming inside of me. I felt an unexpected rush, as if I were falling, and suddenly I was convulsing around his cock, my muscles clenching, my fingernails digging into his back, drawing blood. I moaned and wailed, my body rocking under him, squirting. I was in heaven, drunk on my orgasm, falling through infinite space.

  When I began floating back down, carried on a gentle cloud of contentment, I opened my eyes and saw the strain in his face.

  Brandon wasn't done.

  He was clenching his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his face almost purple with effort. Somehow, miraculously, he had held on, fought back the urge to ejaculate into my pussy.

  I grabbed his buttocks in both hands and started grinding against him, overcome with a perverse desire to make him cum. I wanted to force him to release, to let go, to abandon himself the way he had forced me to.

  He puffed out his cheeks, blew through his lips and pulled himself out with a wet pop, jerking away from me.

  "I can't," he said. "I don't want to—"

  "I want you to," I said. I was sitting up, grabbing him by the arm. His skin was feverishly hot, damp with sweat. I don't want this to end. If he stops now, it will be over. It will be over forever. I don't want this to be over. I'm not ready for that.

  "Stacey—"

  I kissed him on the lips, put my hands on his shoulders, and tried to push him down onto his back, tried to climb on top of him. He struggled, grabbed my arms, but I was possessed. I forced myself onto his lap and struggled to impale myself on his tool. We fell backward. This time, I landed on top of him. I got the tip inside, felt the shaft sliding in, and was already sighing in relief when he grabbed me and pushed me away. I landed on my hands and knees.

  I almost burst out crying. I thought for sure it was over, that he would storm out of the tent, outraged, but the next thing I knew, he was climbing on top of me, forcing me down. I felt his cock ram in from behind, stretching me painfully until the head of his cock met the resistance of my cervix. I groaned in pain and surprise and wild excitement. It was incredible.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled, yanking my head back.

  "Is this what you want?" he said, balls deep. "Is this what you want me to do?"

  "Yes," I said, whimpering.

  "You want me to cum inside you? Me? Your own brother?"

  I tried to nod my head, but his grip on my hair made it impossible.

  He let go of my hair and grabbed my shirt, forcing it up over my shoulders, pulling it off over my head. He undid the strap of my bikini top and pushed the straps down over my shoulders. His big, strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezed them almost painfully as he slammed his cock in from behind. In out, in out, in out, his balls slapping against my clit. He was moving like a machine,going for everything, intent on maximizing his pleasure.

  "Touch yourself," he said, whispering in my ear. "I want you to finger yourself."

  I braced myself with one arm and reached underneath, feeling for my clit.

  "Are you touching yourself?" he asked, pumping me hard.

  I nodded. "Yes."

  "Beg for it," he said.

  I moistened my lips, trying to get some feeling back into them. My breathing made them feel dry, sluggish. "Fuck me," I said. It was little more than a whisper. My fingers swirled over my clit, nails millimeters away from his thrusting prick.

  "Say it again."

  "Fuck me."

  "Louder."

  "Fuck me!"

  His hands shifted, and his fingers dug into the muscles on my shoulder blades as he jackhammered into me. He was like a wild beast, savaging me. I felt my orgasm rocketing toward me like a missile, ready to explode. My fingers were dripping with juice, every stroke making me tremble to my core.

  Brandon groaned and his body began to spasm violently. His pelvis jerked into me, his hips slapping against my buttocks as the first hot streams of cum fired deep into my vagina.

  Oh God, it's happening. It's really happening. I was almost hysterical with excitement.

  It seemed to go on for a long time. I had a flash of him peeing against the tree and wondered if it was going to be like that, if it would just keep coming and coming in an endless stream. I could hear the pat pat pat of his piss against the leaves in my mind's ear, but now it was cum, an endless, rushing torrent of my brother's hot semen. Every pulsation made me more and more aroused until I could stand it no more.

  My brother's filling me with his seed, filling my womb with his sperm. He's going to get me pregnant. He's going to make me have his baby. The words reverberated over and over in my mind until I felt like I was going crazy.

  I felt a series of sudden, powerful contractions, as if some outside force had taken control of my body and squeezed. My muscles seized his erupting shaft, clamping him in place as the most powerful orgasm of my life swept through me. My arms and legs shook and trembled, as if caught in a gale, and I had to struggle to keep myself upright. I was squirting hard, drenching my thighs with my juices, and still he kept cumming.

  Finally, after several indescribable moments of ecstasy, I collapsed onto the floor of the tent, exhausted. My brother slipped out and laid down on top of me, crushing me in his arms. Our bodies throbbed and trembled together, drenched in sweat, reeking of sex. I wanted to savor the moment, imprint the feeling of his body next to mine, the smell of his skin, the wetness between my legs, for all eternity, but before I knew it, I was asleep.

  When I woke, I was alone in the tent. It was dark, but a bright orange glow flickered against the flaps. I was naked, but my brother had thrown the sleeping bag over top of me. I shrugged it off, feeling the chill night air raise goosebumps on my skin.