CHAPTER TWO
"That's a good girl," he said, getting up from her bed. "You just rest a while." He gently patted her naked ass.
She cringed away from the touch as if he'd used a branding iron on her. He only laughed as if she were the silliest person in the world. But she didn't feel silly, she felt a degraded duty.
She hated herself and she hated her father even more for doing this to her. Vicki thought she might have been able to fight harder, even with her hands bound as they were. But she hadn't. She had let her daddy do what he'd been doing to her for almost a year.
He had fucked her, his very own flesh and blood, and he had fucked her. The incest trip had long since lost any real thrill for the girl. She knew it wasn't right. But, at first, she had gotten off on it in a big way. Having her daddy fucking her made things right.
Vicki had taken better care of the man than her mother ever had. But when her mother had come in and found Vicki and her daddy fucking, that had been the last straw.
Vicki hadn't seen the woman since that day. And she didn't much care. She hated her. The woman deserved whatever fate she received. But Vicki was slowly learning what her mother had learned over a span of two decades.
The man she had thought was so wonderful was a great big prick. She was coming to hate her father's incestuous ways more than she ever had her mother. And there wasn't much she could do about it.
She was a minor. What rights had a eighteen year old? And she didn't have much money. A few bucks she had managed to save, but it was hardly enough to get her out of the house.
She had no one she could count on. No one. Not even her brother.
If anything, Jack was worse than her father. She had gone to him for advice. All he'd given her was cock. He had enjoyed fucking her as much as their father had. When the two of them got going, she was only a toy to be played with.
She shivered, thinking back when Jack had fucked her up the ass while her father had eaten out her pussy. At the same time.
The two were depraved and she wanted nothing more to do with them. She wanted a normal, happy family life. But she was realistic. She knew it was an impossibility. Her family life was so fucked up; there was no way of recovering even a tiny portion of what it had been.
"I'll be back later, Vicki," said her father. "When I get a little lead back in the old pencil." He laughed and wagged his limp prick at her as if she didn't know what he meant.
The words wouldn't come to her lips to tell him what she felt, what she thought of him. She was too humiliated by the whole scene. The girl wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, to try to forget this whole sordid scene she and her father had just enacted.
The girl was just drifting off into a dazed sleep when she heard the hinges of her bedroom door squeak slightly. She opened her brown, limpid eyes and stared into the dimly lighted corner of the mom.
All she could see was a dark, shadowy mass and in the dead center of it was an erect cock, gleaming with an intense glow. The red shaft seemed to rivet her attention fully.
Nothing else mattered except that prick.
The ugly red shaft was beginning to dance obscenely. It was as if it floated all by itself in midair. She knew that wasn't possible. Squinting a little, she tried to pierce the shadows.
When her brother Jack took a step forward, she knew what was in store for her. Turning on the bed, she grabbed a glass filled with ice water and heaved it at him, screaming, "Get out! I don't want to fuck you tonight! I don't want to fuck you ever again!"
The cold water splashed all over the teenager's groin. His cock gave one quick, convulsive shiver and then died before the girl's eyes.
The words snapped at her were angry. "Goddamn! I didn't expect you to do that! You killed it! You killed my boner!"
She buried her face into the pillow and cried some more. The pillowcase was already damp from her tears but it didn't matter to the girl any more. Nothing mattered.
She felt her brother's harsh hands pull her around. He was glaring down at her and it wasn't the least bit pleasant.
"Damn you, you can suck me hard again!"
He grabbed a handful of her lustrous brown hair and pulled her head down to his crotch. The limp, icy wet cock was twitching feebly, as if trying to lift itself.
"Go on, damn your eyes, and suck on my cock!"
She couldn't force him to leave her alone. The way her hands were still tied prevented it. She was bound with tatters of her very own nightie. It didn't seem fair. Nothing seemed fair to her right now.
But the fingers hanging on to her hair made her lips press against the limp flesh of her brother's cock. She opened her mouth to protest this behavior on his part and found herself with a mouth full of prick. One quick motion on his part had shoved the hose-like cock into her mouth for her to suck and lick – as he had ordered.
She didn't want to do it. But she had no other choice. He wasn't going to release her until she had done exactly as he had commanded. And it wasn't really all that bad, she had to admit. She liked sucking cock. She just didn't want to suck her brother's.
Not now. Not ever again.
But she had in the past. As it was with her daddy, it was similar with her brother.
Vicki had to be honest with herself. She had brought on her brother's attentions all by herself. She had, begged him to show her all the right things to do when fucking. She had wanted to please her daddy then. And her brother had been the best teacher in the world.
He hadn't laughed when she made silly mistakes. And she had learned fast when he showed her all the right moves. He had fucked he when she begged him to.
And now it had become a habit. Just like having the nightly visits from her father had turned into a deadly dull routine.
"Suck harder, dammit!" he flared.
She sucked harder to please him. The clutching fingers at the back of her head pulled mercilessly at her hair. She wanted him to stop. She'd suck on his cock for him. She'd give him one hell of a blow job if he would only leave her be.
But it wasn't going to be that way. The lovemaking with her brother had grown increasingly more brutal over the past year. If she disliked what her father did to her, she hated her brother's rough, crude fucking. And he was even more demanding. He could fuck with the best of them, but he wanted all the little extras.
It wasn't enough for her to put out for him. He wanted to fuck her up the cunt, then have her suck him hard again so they could fuck once more. She had admired his stamina at the start. Now it was a real drag. She simply wanted to rest sometimes.
Her brother was insatiable. He wanted to fuck all the time. She wryly thought, like father like son. They were two of a kind. They were blessed with perpetual hardons and she was the only one around to do anything about that.
It should have been heaven for a young girl. It was turning into a hell because she no longer got the thrill out of incest that they still did. She knew there had to be something more to fucking, and she wanted to find out what it was.
There was no way either her brother or father would release her long enough to find out for herself. They had a good thing going and they knew it. And they were scared shitless that she might decide she had it better somewhere else.
That would leave them out in the cold. And no matter what happened, neither of them wanted anything like that to occur. They would hang on to the auburn haired eighteen year old with every trick they could think up. And if trickery wouldn't work, Vicki knew they weren't above locking her in her room.
She shuddered at the thought of never seeing anyone but, the two of them again for the rest of her life. And then only when they got so horny they couldn't stand it any more.