Punishing the Brats

Debbie gasped as she felt his flesh on hers. Her still sensitive skin turned the innocent brush into an explosion of intimacy. Debbie stumbled, grabbing at Brad for support as she fell backwards into the shallows. Brad fell down forward after her, his body over hers. Debbie stared into his eyes, panting, her body flushed with fading laughter and still present arousal. Her pussy lips were drenched and not just with water. She stared into his stormy blue eyes. Lust washed over her mind in a pink fog, her mind imagining the feel of his lips on her lips, his tongue on her tongue, his cock in... Brad leaned in to her naked quivering body, his eyes hungrily staring at her nakedness, his lips closing the distance between them. Then headlights crossed over them, a loud honk and someone hollering out the window at the two naked siblings as a car zipped by. Brad turned to look and Debbie backed up from under him toward her clothes on the bank. Debbie didn't turn to look at Brad as he watched her ass scurry toward the RV.

Debbie was freezing, that was what she wanted to focus on. Her body shivered with cold from the night breeze blowing over her wet naked body. She quickly looked for the hairdryer. They didn't bring towels, not having prepared for impromptu skinny dipping. Debbie fumbled in the dark, her dripping hands finding the handle of the hairdryer and brought it to her body, turning it on. But it didn't turn on. Confused Debbie clicked the trigger a few more times then checked the wall socket, in the dark she couldn't make out if the switch was on so she went to the light-switch and flicked on the light. But the light didn't come on. A whole new form of unease crept over Debbie as she went to check the ignition, she'd left the headlights on and the battery had drained. Debbie slapped her hand on the console in frustration, tears meeting her eyes. She couldn't do anything right. Everything was going wrong, nothing was stable. She slammed her hand down on the console again and again screaming in frustration. Then Brad's arms were around her pulling her to his warmth. Debbie cried. "I-I c-can't d-d-do anything r-r-right!" Brad turned her around and looked into her eyes. His eyebrows slumped into concern, "Deb, you-" and then thought better of it. He set his jaw and looked about the dark cabin. "We can't wait around freezing like this, we need to get wrapped up. Deb I know this might not be the best time for it, but we'll need to share body heat, this place will get below 20 degrees we need to get warm." He brought out blankets from the cupboards and shut the door. "

Can you set up the bed while I make sure the solar panel is ready to recharge the batter tomorrow?" Debbie's mind had shut down. She didn't want to think, didn't want to waste time, just set up the bed and crawled inside the blanket, her wet, naked body curling in on itself.

Debbie felt Brad enter the bed and crawl up next to her. This was the closest they'd slept together in years, and they were both naked. She could feel Brad's dick throbbing against her stomach and her cheeks flushed. She hoped Brad wouldn't notice how wet she was and just put it down to the water from the lake. But as he breathed on her neck Debbie's sensitive flesh threw her completely into sexual pleasure mode. Her senses were flooded with his woody musk, his hot flesh, his strong and comforting embrace, his warm breath on her skin. With every panting breath she expelled, more and more will to resist the flesh that was her brother left too. With every shuddering intake of air Debbie felt her lust and primal need to be filled grow until that familiar pink haze flooded her mind. He was her brother, raised with her, the one person she absolutely shouldn't fuck, and she wanted him, she wanted to ride him, wanted his cock inside her pussy, ploughing into her, filling her with his seed. That thought tipped Debbie over the edge. Maybe ...only for the night.

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Debbie ground her wet, tight slit against Brad's leg and growled "Fuck me". Brad, already raging with desire could not ignore this invitation. He rolled her over, her primal growls now muffled by the bed. Brad mounted her from behind, his prick pressing against her tight entrance. Brad pressed in, his dick screwing slowly but surely into Debbie but Brad frowned, was this her first time? Brad's dick met resistance. He hadn't expected that Debbie would be a virgin, he meant no disrespect for her, but having grown up with her he'd heard just how sexually charged she managed to get. Brad leaned down and kissed Debbie, his tongue capturing hers. She moaned into his mouth and Brad pushed through the resistance, Debbie wincing in pain. Brad slowed, lips brushing against her neck and watching her closely as he pushed in slowly, stopping every now and then when it seemed it was too painful until he was all the way in. Holy fuck she was tight. After a few moments Brad started to pull out, Debbie was so tight it felt like she was sucking him back in and by the time only his head was still inside her, he pushed back in. Her hot wet juices were accentuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. The smell of fucking filled their nostrils and Debbie in particular felt a new level of lust bring her back into activity, pain not forgotten, just pushed aside as she tried to push her hips back off the bed into Brad. The sight of his wanton step-sister thrusting her needy pussy back at him left Brad with little recourse but to thrust, thrust harder, thrust faster. The RV was flooding with their scent, lake-water giving way to sweat, pre-cum and Debbie's slick juices. Brad's arms either side of Debbie allowed him the purchase to start thrusting her harder and harder into the mattress. Debbie moaned with abandon, the world around them disappeared and all that remained was her hard nipples pressing again and again into the bed, her pussy being slapped down and filled every time she tried to push back. With each thrust the pain lessened, the strange sensation that landed neither side of pain or pleasure filled a numb void with spikes of pleasure licking through. Their pace picked up and Brad started grunting, his dick throbbing mess inside her. "Oh fuck" she breathed. There wasn't any confusion now, Debbie was feeling the long denied pleasure, her pussy clenching down tight around Brad as she felt herself cresting a wave of hot bliss. Brad reached under her, slicked his fingers on her pussy and rubbed her clit. "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" She gripped the sheet, her body jerking in paroxysms of pleasure, Brad let out a final grunt of satisfaction and fucked her into the bed, hot jets of cum spurting out painting the walls of her vagina and womb white with their thick sticky load. Her brother came inside her. That was it, Debbie screamed out in euphoria as her pussy wringed every last drop from him as her mind tried to comprehend the pleasure rushing through her body. Her eyes rolled back and her body went slack as she enjoyed the glow.

Brad brought himself out of his sister, he felt so filled with love, with care and the desire to protect, and he wrapped them up in the blanket and pulled her close to him, kissing her one last time upon the forehead as she drifted off into a euphoric sleep. Brad's face went slack with exhaustion. He was worried for his sister, but he for all his cleverness he could only think of one form of comfort to offer her. She was so special to him and it hurt him to see her in pain that he couldn't do anything about. Brad felt the world drifting away into sleep. He wouldn't fail her. Not again.

Debbie woke in a start, her body felt strange, a dull ache in her pussy, tingling all over her body, intense warmth. She felt Brad next to her, his wood in its morning state pressing up against her thigh. The thick heady scent of his musk and the coupling she remembered from last night blew through her mind. She'd... she'd fucked her brother, her first time and he'd taken it. Debbie wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beat the crap out of Brad but she knew she was just as much to blame. Brad opened his eyes, a stupid grin plastered across his face. Debbie threw the pillow at him and flounced over to their clothes picking them up in frustration and hanging them out the window. She was so stupid, she hadn't hung them up or anything. They'd be in the RV naked until they dried. "Morning beautiful." Debbie blushed. "Don't..." "Don't what? Tell the truth?" "Brad no, I can't do this. Just shut the fuck up please." Debbie tried to make sense of everything. Her parents hadn't wanted her to drive this thing, they were easily going to be almost a day late because she decided she wanted to go for a fucking swim, left the lights on and oh to top it off was so fucking whorish she fucked her own brother. What bothered her most was she didn't feel sick, her body glowed, it had felt so good and just remembering was making her hot. Her body being fucked into the bed, her pussy being molded to her brother's cock, her brother's cum spurting out inside her. "YOU CAME INSIDE ME?" The veneer of calm, cool, collectedness cracked and Brad was left with a hollow smile and worried eyes. "Sis I..."

"Fuck sake Brad, you came inside me last night and you still want to call me sis? I think we're fucking past that Brad. I mean can I just have something? Something of my own to be proud of? Can I have a part of my life that I don't fuck up, where I'm not in your shadow?" I let this out in one vitriolic outburst. Brad stared at her heaving form, it seemed they were beyond the point of modesty, with all the nakedness and shouting, but he still stared at her breasts, before looking back at her eyes. She could see he was a little hurt. "Sis I love you. Do you remember like a month after we first met?" He leaned over taking her hand. Debbie hadn't thought about it for a long time. "When that boy tried to take your grandma's necklace? I was so powerless to stop him. That necklace was so important to you. All I could do was cling to it and it broke. I never wanted to be like that again, I never wanted to be that useless bystander watching the person I love go through hardships and not be able to do anything about it." Debbie remembered it vividly, she had been crying, Brad had come away with a few bruises and her grandma's necklace, the last thing she had left of her grandma, was broken. "I've spent every possible moment trying to better myself, trying to become fitter, smarter a better person because I want to be there for you, I want to protect you, I want to make you happy sis." Brad was so close now, his naked body brushing against hers. His hot breath licking against her skin, his throbbing erection burning against her hip, it had only been a few minutes ago that she'd been cursing him for this exact behavior and now here she was rubbing up against him. Debbie was about to lean in to whisper in his ear and Brad pulled away. Disconcerted Debbie watched as he walked away to his bag and pulled out a box and gave it to her.

"Here, I've actually been meaning to give this to you for a while. But I wanted to do it when I felt I was ready to be there for you, you know, as a man. When I could tell you how I feel." Debbie's heart pounded she opened the box and there was her grandmother's necklace, all fixed with new gold chain "Brad..." She couldn't find the words, the tears filled her eyes. "Call me bro" She hadn't used that for

so long. It was so unfair, they couldn't. They shouldn't. But every touch, every memory burned with such ferocity in her heart that it was impossible not to try and find a way. "Brad I love you."

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Debbie didn't know how long this could last, where it would go, but she knew where she wanted to go right now. She had found direction. That direction was going down on her brother's amazing shaft. Debbie brought her face right up close to Brad's member, taking a deep breath in, letting the deep musk of Brad cover her, addle her brain. Then she rubbed her face in his balls, the sweaty, musky, woody scent seeping into her very pores marking her as his. She licked at his balls affectionately, eager to get at their sticky payload. Debbie wanted her brother's cum, wanted his dick inside her. The guilty wrongness of it had definitely flipped in her head, all the guilty, unbearable shame of her sinful desires had set a fire alight in her brain all the way down her body through her mouth, nipples, breasts, pussy and her extremities. She drew her tongue along his thick, hot length up the back of the shaft and collected a small dewy deposit of pre-cum dripping out of the tip. Debbie was so turned on, just giving Brad head had her pussy glistening with desire. She brought the cockhead into her mouth and sucked. Working her tongue around his sensitive cockhead, Brad thrust his hips instinctively into Debbie's mouth. He grunted as she gripped the base of his shaft and started pumping. Debbie rubbed her slutty pussy against her calf while going down on her brother. She'd never been so turned on in her life as she was now with his musky, ball sweat all over her face and his cock edging closer and closer toward her esophagus. Debbie's cheeks bulged, burning red with guilt and ever brighter with excitement as she shoved more and more of Brad's meaty prick into her cock-hungry gob. Brad grabbed her head, his hand entwining in her hair as he neared his climax, Debbie sucked furiously, trying as hard as she could to ignore the discomfort and slight pain of him entering her throat. She started to gag, her throat contracting and opening around his head, squeezing down tight and that was all it took for Brad. He gripped her, groaned aloud and shot hot cum straight down her throat.

Debbie coughed out gobs of mess as Brad pulled away, tears in her eyes. Brad looked worried as he peered down at her, but Debbie was so close to cumming, she didn't care. Brad brought her up to him, she was a head shorter but as she stood up, her bare, hard nipples grazed against his flesh and Debbie felt herself climax lightly and fall against Brad for support. She caught her breath then made for the door, "we need to get cleaned up, open the windows and let it air out." It was strange, everything around her came into new focus, new concentration, things weren't constantly overwhelming her or forcing her onto the back-foot. Debbie smiled at her handsome naked brother as he followed her out of the RV watching her ass as she led the way to the lake. All this time, maybe all she'd needed was a good fuck to get her head straight. Or maybe, maybe it was the love of the person you loved so much it hurt to watch them surpass you with the ever present threat that they'd leave you behind. She stopped in her tracks, troubled at the thought. As she went to go deeper she was suddenly hoisted in the air. Debbie squealed with laughter and shock. "Dawdling ain't allowed sis, if you can't make it I'll just have to carry you!" Debbie was held in his arms her head cradled in his shoulder as he carried them toward the lake. No, he wouldn't leave her behind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Brad's eyes lit up in hunger again. Her naked body in his arms, kissing, her floral scent, her body, the feel of her skin on his, he needed to taste her. Brad laid a bemused Debbie down on the lakeside on a patch of grass and kissed his way down her body, his throbbing hard-on bobbing and brushing against her skin leaving traces of pre as it made contact. He licked down her jugular, her collarbone, licked around both nipples before sucking one into his mouth and nibbling ever so slightly. Debbie clung to him, her wanton body rubbing up and down his. Brad planted kisses down her torso, each carrying a promise of greater pleasure than the last. He planted kisses down her waist and across her mound, gently prying her legs apart and his hands found themselves cupping he beautiful ass to lift her up toward him. Brad kissed down one thigh, before brushing casually by her sopping wet gash down her other thigh. Finally he drew in and deeply inhaled her wet scent, getting drunk on its thick rich lusty smell. Then he launched himself forward, his tongue parting her pussy lips from bottom to top. Debbie let out such a loud moan she thought they might be heard. Brad lapped away at her cunt, his tongue swirling in to her juicy hole lapping out the juices, teasing around the edge of her clit, sometimes he'd use his fingers to spread her open, and rub her clit. When Brad took her throbbing clit in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue she grabbed his hair and pulled him away panting hard. "That-stop-fucking- fuck me already!" Brad looked up at her and suddenly took in their surroundings, they were right by the road, anyone could drive by and see them fucking out in the open. Debbie seemed to understand his hesitation and pulled him closer to kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "Doesn't that make it that little bit more exciting? They won't even know who we are anyway..." Debbie rubbed at his ever hard prick, biting her bottom lip and that was all the convincing Brad needed.

Debbie felt Brad's cock push against her aching pussy, she was absolutely drenched and desperate for his dick. This was all so wrong. She smiled. Her brother, her step-brother sure, but her brother all the same, the blood of my step-mother's blood, the person who I'd been raised with, and here I was splayed out like a slut for him, my mind filled only with the need for his dick inside me. Soon that need, and Debbie, was filled. Debbie had another light climax as Brad hilted inside her. "Oh bro." Her pussy clenched around him at the thought that at any point another car might come by and see her and her brother fucking. Debbie looked up into Brad's adorable handsome face, his usual all knowing, stoic, stormy blue eyes replaced with lust filled animalistic drive. He thrust again, again and again, her hips bucking back to meet him. Debbie had a hard time trying to keep up with all the pleasure going through her, Brad reached one hand up to play with her nipples and she started to lose it. One hand held her leg open, the other went down to her pussy to play with her clit, her eye's fluttering. Debbie was moaning scandalously now, deep cries of want and need, she felt herself flying higher and higher, so high on pleasure she was afraid of falling, afraid of how far down she would plummet. Then Brad found his limit, his earnest thrusts speeding up. "Fuck sis!" His cum spurted deep inside her hungry pussy, her brother was fucking her in broad daylight by a road side and just potentially impregnated her. Debbie felt her own orgasm, so intense it shook her mind so that all the screws, nuts and bolts holding the bookcases of reason and logic in her mind steady came loose. "Fuck bro!" Her pussy squirted in her convulsions of bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Debbie was fulfilled. She'd never felt so satisfied. The constant vibrations of the RV were carrying her along as Brad drove. Everything that had been so foggy to her before now was perfectly clear. It was wrong, there was no denying it, but it was right for them. She could feel brad's seed in her pussy and she knew she wanted him to get her pregnant, she wanted to raise his babies, for him to care for her, to fuck her senseless and for her to care for him, cooking, cleaning, keeping him... entertained. Right now she had entertaining to do, Brad was driving, his shorts around his ankles, Debbie was naked, her bare, hungry pussy was rubbing on the vibrating floor as she leaned over, moaning with satisfaction to have Brad's cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked at his tip, bobbing her head up and down as he drove, her tongue trying to get any and all of his cum for herself. Debbie felt Brad drop his hand to the back of her head and her pussy clench in excitement, she sucked harder, faster and was rewarded with Brad's "Good girl sis." As hot sticky cum launched onto her tongue. He sped up ever so slightly and while she cleaned him off, not planning on taking his cock out of her mouth for some time, she felt the increasing vibration from the floor start to bring her off. She couldn't wait to take more of Brad's cum in her pussy tonight. "I love you sis." Brad grunted "I love you bro." Debbie said, her smile so full of love and contentment. Debbie was fulfilled.

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Cecilia Lawrence is a Melbourne based graduate with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy. When she isn't reading through racy romance novels, she's cycling to work thinking about ways to write them naughtier.

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15

Forbidden Angel

By Candy Quinn

The cawing of seagulls and songs of the exotic local birds filled the air. It had been well over three months since the trio were ship wrecked upon the beautiful green isle, amid the shimmering seas, yet the sounds of the native wildlife never seemed to die down. Not entirely.

What had started as a delightful outing on a rental boat for the whole family had become a seemingly permanent arrangement. Angelica -- or Angel, as the family called her -- was just fortunate her step-brother and step-father were so capable. They’d always been big on the outdoors, learning the skills necessary to make it in the wilderness and all. Of course, much of what they were taught applied to the colder northern reaches of their home in Vancouver, but they’d made do since their arrival.

Which was fortunate, since she had none of their zest for the harsh realities of living off the land. Her only physical activities were dancing and maybe some beach volleyball, but only because it got looks from hot boys.

She watched the two tall, strong men climb the cliff sides below from her perch. They’d recently moved from their home in the shell of their wrecked ship up into a cave atop one of the island's cliff faces. There a convenient stream of fresh water ran down from the mountain above, and the verdant vegetation provided plenty of easily accessible food.

Still, the two men insisted on making daily journeys down the cliffs or across the island, to fish or hunt. This time as she watched them climb upwards, their tanned, muscular bodies glistening with perspiration in the sun, and they seemed to be carrying more than enough fish for the three of them that day.

Angel felt like she should do something to help,

but her attempts at cooking or even starting fires, had proved disastrous thus far. Instead she leaned against the entrance of the cave and watched her step-father and sibling climb up, winding their way towards her slowly as she fanned herself with the leafy frond of a plant.