Ken sent his sister's senses soaring, fingering cut in tandem with fucking her ass. Jane was coming so strongly.
Presented with too much of a good thing, Ken couldn't restrain himself from spurring his climaxing sister on to even greater orgasmic heights. He had never made a woman come so much as his masculine instinct drove him to find out how much farther he could make her go.
It was a mistake.
Ken pinched her clit until it threatened to burst. He machine-gunned his cock in her ass with such force that her spine cracked.
And it was just top much.
As her orgasm built to a level of mind-shattering ecstasy, Jane's eyes flew open. The sight, smell and sound of reality hit her with devastating force.
"This is no dream!" she blurted out.
"Yes… yes, it is!" Ken desperately tried to hold back the truth.
"No!" Jane screamed. "I'll prove it!"
She crammed her fingers into her mouth and bit down on them so hard that blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Then she wiped that blood across her brother's face with her mangled knuckles.
"It's not a dream!" Jane demanded.
"Okay… okay," Ken admitted, "it's really happening. I'm fucking you in the ass, Sis."
"Why? What am I doing here in bed with you, Ken?" Jane wailed in confusion.
"I swear I don't know, Sis," Ken answered. "I woke up and you were just in the sack beside me, that's all. Drunk and passed out. I couldn't stop myself from fucking you."
"You bastard!" Jane hissed. "You're supposed to be my brother. Supposed to look out for me."
"You turn me on, Sis," he said. "Turn me on more than any woman I've ever known in my life. Couldn't stop myself from fucking you once I saw I had the chance. Give me a break, Janie, I'm only human."
"Forget it!" Jane snarled. "I'm getting the hell out of this fucking nightmare."
She tried to pull away from her brother. But his cock was locked in her ass too securely for her to go very far. What's more, her lurching movement re-established the friction of Ken's prick in her tight shit pit.
The more Jane struggled, the more strikingly her brother's dick stimulated her asshole.
It was a losing battle. Jane's angry protest dissolved into an uncontrollable moan. She hated her response, but couldn't help it.
Picking up on the turning tide, Ken started butt fucking his sister again with driving cock-strokes. His prick was angling straight down into her asshole now, its head reaching all the way to the boiling mass of shit in Jane's bowels.
Ken had his confidence back as Jane took thrust after thrust of his butt-fucking prick.
"Admit it, Sis," he rasped. "You really want me to come in your ass, don't you? Right now you're thinking about my hot jizz flooding your guts. You can't stop yourself from wanting it. It's just the kind of woman you are."
Jane tried to tell her brother to go straight to hell. She couldn't. Then she attempted a stony silence. It was useless. She kept moaning.
Jane was forced to recognize that Ken was right. All her anger, all her outrage, had been swept away by one thing: her anticipation of an ass full of her brother's scalding jizz.
Jane hated her weakness. But there was no way she could block her lust for jism.
"I dare you to tell me to stop butt-fucking you, Sis." Ken poured it on. "Dare you to say you don't want my jizz in your ass."
Jane sucked in her breath. She held it as long as possible, while her brother's big cock kept working in her spasming asshole.
Finally, Jane had to let the air out of her lungs.
"C-come in me, Ken!" she stammered in humiliation. "C-come in my ass!"
"Beg me, bitch!"
"P-please, please!"
"Rub my balls," Ken directed. "Show me how much you want my jizz."
Jane's fingers automatically clasped her brother's hairy nuts, rolling them around, priming their cum-supply.
He drove his shoulders against the crooks of Jane's knees, forcing her legs all the way back. His cock drilled her ass in a final hilting plunge, then exploded with a cascade of scorching cream.
Jane took it with a groan that lasted as long as her brother's jism spilled into her ass. In the midst of the cum-flow, Jane began climaxing too.
Then it was over. Perhaps the easiest thing for Jane to have done would have been to admit that her brother had succeeded in getting her off as powerfully as any woman would wish for. But she couldn't.
Jane's pride wouldn't let her tell the truth. Regardless of how magnificently she had come from the butt-fuck, she could not forget how badly she had been degraded.
The instant Ken had shot his wad, Jane wrestled free from him. Snatching her skirt, she fled from the bedroom. Her brother chased her, but tripped in the darkness before he got very far and fell on his face.
In the living room, Jane moved toward the door. She didn't make it, because the darkness caught up with her also.
She ran into something. Not a chair, or the wall, but something alive and breathing. Six-feet and two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
The light came on.
Jane's human obstacle stood there with his hand on the switch, smugly grinning.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he smirked in a shockingly familiar voice.
Jane couldn't believe her ears. She looked up and couldn't believe her eyes.
It was him. He'd been sleeping on the couch.
"Lenny!" Jane gasped her ex-husband's name, while trembling before him with her skirt in her hand. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Just blew back into town. Thought I'd bunk in with Ken," Lenny chuckled. "See you had the same idea."
"This isn't what it looks like," Jane replied, nude from the waist down.
"Oh, yeah?" Lenny leered, his eyes settling on his ex-wife's bare crotch, where a fresh cum dribbled down her inner thighs. "Tell me all about it."
"Fuck you!" Jane seethed, realizing there was no point in explaining, a situation that was so obvious. "It's my life. I'll do what I please with it."
With that, Jane darted around her ex-husband and bolted out the door. As she stood on the landing, wriggling into her skirt, she could hear Lenny's mocking laughter from the apartment. Then she ran, down the stairs, out of the building, and into the early morning darkness.
The bars were closed, so Jane traveled the deserted streets until after dawn. Finally, as much as she tried to fight it, fatigue drove her home.
Jane sneaked into the house, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. When she reached her bed, she burrowed under the covers, shutting herself off from the rest of the world. There she lay in a self-imposed void.
Somehow sleep came. A blank, dreamless sleep. For the time being, at least, Jane had found peace.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane was awake. She was staring up at the ceiling, unwilling for the time being to shift her attention to anything more complex than the cracks in the plaster. Her deep sleep had physically rested her, but hadn't done much for her state of mind.
The phone rang. Someone answered it. From the bedroom Jane could hear her daughters's voice.
Jane tried to ignore it.
"Oh, Daddy!" Christy was bubbling. "I just can't believe it's you. That you're really back in town. Can't wait to see you."
Jane cringed as she heard this. The way things had been going, there could only be one result if Christy and her father got together.
"They'll fuck for sure," Jane bitterly concluded.
Jane's mind was uncontrollably filled with an image of her ex-husband's curving hard-on approaching their daughter's wide-open blonde cunt. Then the mental picture featured Lenny's cock-head slipping into the moist gap of Christy's pussy lips. The rest of his prick followed, inch by inch, until Lenny was fucking Christy to the hilt. As Lenny drove into her, Christy wrapped her legs around her father's waist, wriggling her ass.