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Subject: Incest story "A Family Sandwich" Chapter 5
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A Family Sandwich
Chapter 5
Morgan's footsteps were almost inaudible as he approached
Fran's bedroom. It was the discreet airline walk, coupled with
the subdued and seemingly knowledgeable manner. Yes, Morgan was
an expert at certain kinds of deception, and now he prepared some
of this skill as he softly turned the handle of his sister-in-
law's door. She had been too distraught to think of locking it;
indeed, she was incapable of anything at the moment but lying
prostrate upon her bed, reduced to low moans and soul-wracking
sobs by the horror of what she had seen downstairs in the living
room. She had not even begun to fully react to the incestuous
scene between her little girl and her husband's brother. There
was no precedent in all of her experience that had prepared her
for this moment.
Therefore, when the shaken young blonde looked up to find
that her brother-in-law had been standing there watching her for
God knew how long, she was too stunned to do anything at first but
gape at him in astonishment.
Many things ran through Morgan's mind as he made their mutual
stare a test of wills. He knew he looked handsome standing there,
clean-cut and all the things people felt that a young man ought to
be in appearance, and as usual he counted on this to carry some of
the brunt of his purpose for being in his brother's wife's room.
He also found himself thinking something that was becoming
familiar to him by now: What have I got to lose, after all?
He'd already been caught doing the worst imaginable. From
here on in it was pure gravy. His gorgeous sister-in-law looked
frightened, vulnerable, and more beautiful than ever to his jaded
eye; and Morgan decided to take full advantage of her disturbed
state.
The brash twenty year old began to walk toward the older
woman's bed. He looked around him as he approached. So this was
his brother's sacred bedroom. Big deal!
"Get out! Don't come near me, you monster!" Fran cried,
suddenly finding her voice. What was he doing here anyway? What
did he want from her? How could this be happening now after what
she had just discovered in the living room? It didn't make any
sense at all, and for an instant it seemed to the disturbed blonde
housewife that she might have imagined everything, that her joy
and happiness and the enormous amount of champagne she'd consumed
with Giuliano at lunch might have clouded her reason. Maybe she
hadn't seen anything down there at all! Perhaps her guilt about
Giuliano had something to do with it for she did feel guilty now,
horribly guilty for the thoughts, yes, and the feelings too.
Posing naked with animals ... good God! But the young woman's
alcohol-befuddled brain could not really accept the idea that
she'd been hallucinating the lewd scene of fornication between her
daughter and her brother-in-law. No, she could not really accept
that!
Morgan stood directly over her now, and she found herself
looking up into his dark, flashing eyes, so much like her husband
Brint's ... but God, there was something else in them, something
evil, something fascinating. It was that same fascinating
"something" that she'd been avoiding during the younger man's stay
in her house, the same "something" that made her feel that she
hated him, loathed him, in fact. And now, for some reason she
could not turn her eyes away. Superimposed upon her vision she
seemed to see Morgan's naked buttocks flexing, thrusting, seemed
to hear her own little daughter crying out for more!
When the twenty year old spoke, Fran jumped as though she had
been struck. For didn't she expect this ... some kind of violence
from him, if not from herself?
"What's the matter, honey?" he said with a teasing attitude,
and Fran could see his twisted handsome smile looking back at her.
"Your pride all shook because it wasn't your little pussy getting
a taste of my cock?"
Fran stiffened, her face draining of all color, her mouth
opening to speak, but a strangled horrified sound emerging, a
sound that she didn't even recognize as belonging to her.
But everything was topsy-turvy, wasn't it? Fran felt a wave
of dizziness pass over her at the vile sound of the obscenities
her husband's younger brother dared to mouth. But something
inside her had been touched, something had been wounded, mortally
perhaps, and in spite of herself, the disturbed young blonde could
feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting suddenly through her
stomach. It was much the way she had been feeling there in the
restaurant sitting across from her former photographer and lover.
God, it was much the same, but stronger, much stronger. She
realized how much the effects of the champagne were still with
her, and the crazy excited feelings she'd been having then seemed
to be carrying over to this hideous moment. It was all wrong, all
wrong and she wanted to tell him so, to protest that she had
never, ever entertained such lewd thoughts about him. But now,
Fran couldn't be sure. What if she had? What if her aversion to
her husband's handsome brother all this time had been nothing but
an attraction that she could not admit to herself? Tears began to
flow from her eyes, and Fran batted her long lashes furiously in
an attempt to stop them. Crying seemed an admission of sorts.
"You ... you mustn't talk to me like that. You can't say such
things! I ... I'll call the police ... I ..."
The mention of the police made Morgan snarl, and Fran
instantly regretted having brought up the subject. "Oh, come off
it, Fran! All the police in the world won't help you now.
Because I'm going to do something I bet you've wanted me to do for
a long while! I'm gonna fuck you silly. Fuck you like that
brother of mine probably never has! My cock's bigger than his,
anyway. You'll dig that!"
"Oh, please, please ..." Fran began to crawl to the other
side of the bed. "Dear God, you can't force me to do anything.
No, I'm your own sister-in-law! No! You can't!"
Morgan made a move to the other side of the bed, between his
sister-in-law and the door, and stood defiantly looking down at
her tear-stained face. She heard him chuckle and as a dreadful
apprehension overcame her, she realized that if he had been
intimate with his niece, a ten year old, certainly nothing would
stop him from doing the same with his sister-in-law!
The disheveled blonde cowered back into the pillows of the
bed, whimpering with fright, and it was then that Morgan knelt
upon the bed, causing it to slant downward alarmingly.
"Dear God, no ... no!", she begged, holding out one hand at
arm's length as if to ward off the handsome dark-haired youth.
But to her alarm, he reached out and took her extended hand in
his.
"Calm down," he said in a softly insidious voice. "No reason
to get all upset. You know you want it as bad as I do. And if
you don't, you will once I get started."
"No! Please stop talking like that. I've never been
unfaithful to Brint. I simply can't. You can't make me do it!
You just can't!
"Sure I can, love!" he said, moving closer, his arms
encircling his older sister-in-law to draw her to him. Morgan
ignored her futile attempts to fight him off. "You can ask
Jeanie, she likes it well enough. But then you saw that much,
didn't you?"
Wild thoughts of killing him, of finding some weapon in one
of the drawers next to the bed ran through Fran's mind. But what
if she should actually commit murder, kill her own husband's
brother? The thoughts came to nothing as the older woman was
drawn up tight to the twenty year old's chest. He was
disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful young arms
crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers,
finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding
manner.
Fran groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky
moment, feeling her brother-in-law's hand pressed hard in the
softness of her breasts beneath the silky material of her suit.
Futilely, the terrified housewife and mother let herself go
limp, surprised at the softness of her brother-in-law's lips
against her own, and once more the little fluttering sensations
running through her trembling belly plagued her.
"There," he whispered, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" Morgan's
hand was continuing to stroke her breast outside her suit. "Just
let yourself go, beautiful. You're missing a lot being faithful
to old Brint all the time ... missing a hell of a lot!"
The words disturbingly echoed Fran's own thoughts, and the
trapped blonde moaned in desperation. She realized with sudden
accuracy that she couldn't fight her brother-in-law. He was too
strong for her, and now her own body was beginning to betray her.
The effects of the champagne had caused her to turn into a bundle
of loose raw nerve endings, and she could feel her mind rapidly
losing what little control over it she'd had before. To plead
anymore, she knew, was useless, and now the former model made no
effort to stop her husband's brother as he slipped his hand inside
the deep "vee" of her suit front, moving beneath the brassiere she
wore underneath to cup one and then the other of her nakedly
trembling breasts with groping fingers that sent tiny licking
flames of passion over Fran's satiny flesh. Small pinpricks of
delicious feeling were racing through the tip of her pliant breast
as he rolled the hardening softness of one nipple back and forth
maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.
An obscene horrid thought flickered through Fran's mind as
she felt herself succumbing to the coursing desire within her
system. Had it been like this for her daughter? Had ten year old
Jeanie felt something like this with her Uncle Morgan? The
thought sent an odd shiver of something akin to jealousy rather
than concern for her daughter through the older woman, and sadly,
with a sense of great loss, the beautiful blonde wondered briefly
if she had ever felt like a mother toward her child since the
precocious little girl had begun to show signs of being more adult
than Fran herself!
Fran could feel the heat of her husband's brother's breath
rushing against her ear. She thought suddenly that she was nine
years older than he ... he was little more than a child himself.
Yet this "child" was moving his head, bringing his lips down to
lock wetly against hers, and with a shudder Fran found herself
thrusting her own tongue forward sharply in lewd reply. Morgan
sucked his sister-in-law's tongue deep into the wetness of his
mouth, and feeling that she was melting and quivering against him,
he slowly eased his head away and whispered, "Let's get naked."
The crude words were like a sudden gust of fresh air, and
Fran realized just exactly what she was letting happen. She
thought of breaking away from her husband's brother, of breaking
this awful bond of intimacy between them, of running, running.
But where? She doubted now if her legs would carry her even if
there were someplace for her to go. Horribly, the distressed
blonde realized that she couldn't even go to Giuliano. No, she
would have to be perfect for him. Never would she let him see her
upset or disturbed. And with this realization, she knew that he
was not really her friend. No, if he were then she could go to
him anytime at all. Giuliano was just a surface relationship, as
surface and two-dimensional as the photographs he would take of
her.
She began to cry again as Morgan let her free to sit up and
begin removing his clothes. Weakly, Fran rolled her head back and
forth in limp protest. But she was thinking, was anyone really
her friend? Certainly her husband Brint wasn't. Was there no
one, then? Nothing but this conflict of bodies, this desire that
she felt inside her which was more than desire really. It was a
request for love, for understanding. But would anyone ever know
that and take it as such? And then he was naked to the waist and
she saw her husband's brother moving toward her again, his arm
embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular
chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair upon it tickling her palm,
and then his mouth was closing over hers once more, his tongue
sliding between her lips, past the barrier of her small perfect
teeth. Fran found herself sucking at it with all her might, as
though it might give her some solace. Unconsciously, the older
woman let her hand slide against the twenty year old's chest, her
fingertips raking at the tiny male nipples, then squeezing and
rolling them as he had done to her.
Brint Cooper's wife could feel Morgan's hand tracing up the
soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, above her stockings, pushing
her skirt back with it and letting the cool air of the room caress
them. Momentarily, Fran's breath caught in her throat as her
husband's brother's fingers slid gently inside the elastic leg
band of her panties, moving and worming slowly upward until he
could part the sensitive lips of her hair-fringed vagina. Then
they slipped into its heated wetness and found the soft inner lips
that enshrined her quivering clitoris.
It was then that visions of Brint loomed up in her brain, as
if her surly husband were somehow standing there staring down at
them, a contemptuous sneer of hatred contorting his thin handsome
face. Fran froze, then again came to life to squirm and struggle
with renewed strength as she tried to get away from her husband's
brother. She wanted to get away from them all, to cease having
her life ruled by men in one way or another. At that moment she
could not say that it was love for her husband that made her want
to get away from his brother. Far from it. This proximity to
Morgan was making her detest her husband all the more as if he
were responsible for this. And in a way he was, for allowing the
unemployed young man to come into the house when he knew that Fran
was against it from the start!
"Damn you! Damn you! Get away from me! Don't touch me!
You filthy animal, coming into my house, raping my daughter and
now me!"
"RAPE MY FOOT!" Morgan spat down. "That little cunt of your
daughter's is insatiable. A real nympho if I ever saw one. She
raped me, Mom! And don't you ever forget it!" Angrily he reached
out to catch Fran's wrists and hold them fast, throwing his weight
on top of her and almost crushing his sobbing sister-in-law with
his powerful body until she could not move a muscle.
"You wanna do it the hard way, then that's the way we'll do
it! BUT WE ARE GONNA DO IT! That little pussy downstairs kept me
going and then you came in and I'm gonna get my rocks off today on
one of you for sure!" he added lewdly.
"Oh God, no ... I'm sorry. Please don't do it to me! Just
let me go!" Fran pleaded, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as
Morgan grabbed her roughly, pulling down on her skirt so that it
eventually exposed the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the
soft flesh above the top of her bikini panties and the garter
belt. He pulled down upon the white panties and the frilly white
garter belt, exposing the soft golden pubic hair covering his
sister-in-law's trembling cunt. Then Fran felt him fumbling with
his own pants and saw them slide away down his lean hips, and she
caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock in his hand as he returned
to her whimpering, cowering form. Finally, he was forcing his way
between her long lithe legs, spreading her soft defenseless thighs
unmercifully as he guided his lust-hardened member forward.
Shoving her legs behind her knees roughly as though she were not a
real woman but a doll, he raised them high as he used the thick
rubbery head of his pounding cock to part the full hair-lined lips
of his sister-in-law's unwillingly spread pussy.
Fran tossed her golden blonde hair wildly, closing her eyes
with a shudder of horror as she felt the soft electrical contact
of her brother-in-law's throbbing cock-head against her
involuntarily pulsating pussy-flesh. The captive sister-in-law
held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in
utter subjugation under her husband's twenty year old brother.
"Ooooooo dear God!" she gasped as she felt the first hard
pressure against the tight elastic opening of her blonde-fringed
vaginal lips.
Morgan pushed, his lips tight as he grunted with the effort.
Fran cried out as the hard round tip slipped through, stretching
the curl-covered flesh surrounding her tight resilient passage
until she felt that her brother-in-law was splitting her thighs
apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
It was true. Morgan was bigger than her husband Brint!
"Oh God, no, please, you're hurting me!" she squealed as she
jerked her eyes open to see her husband's brother's evil sadistic
grin above her, his teeth even and slightly pointed like a young
animal's! Then, even as the horrified housewife watched, the
younger man's grin gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer lust,
as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of
his brother's wife helpless beneath him, her sleek thighs
outspread as he penetrated the hair-surrounded slit of her tightly
resisting pussy.
"OH SHIT! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! I GOTTA FUCK YOU NOW
... RIGHT NOW!" Morgan came down heavily upon his helplessly
conquered sister-in-law, his weight crushing her still-clothed
breasts back hard against her chest. The younger man's hips
thrust forward with the same brusque motion, sending his lust-
hardened cock sliding into her defenselessly quivering pussy with
a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of Fran's vaginal
walls in tiny pressured waves of intimate flesh before it. There
was no stopping him, it seemed, until with a loud groan his heavy
testicles smacked with a slapping noise up into the crevice of her
upturned ass-cheeks.
"OH, OH, OH!" she cried out beneath her husband's brother.
Her impossibly filled passage throbbed against the hard chunky
knob of flesh that had entered it. Morgan's deeply pulsing cock
lay within her belly and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its flesh
that the older woman could not feel as the invading penis pressed
tight and snug against the soft tender walls of her fearfully
tensed cunt.
Above her, the lust-inspired brother-in-law lay unmoving for
a moment, his handsome face directly above hers. Fran too
remained immobile, afraid to stir for the emotion, good or bad,
that it might cause. Silence except for the in-laws' heavy
breathing hung between them for a long interval and then suddenly
Fran felt a throb from deep inside. The breadth and length of
Morgan's virile young cock was jerking up into her another half-
inch as he flexed it within the dark shelter of her vagina.
"Aaaaauuuh!" Fran grunted breathlessly, her face twisting
with the shooting pain she felt.
"You're pretty tight! But I've had tighter!" Morgan
declared, thinking of this woman's daughter whose child's pussy he
had forever deflowered.
Morgan throbbed deeper and deeper, suddenly ripping at the
light material of her suit top which was of the kind worn without
a blouse. Underneath, the filmy brassiere pulled away from Fran's
large trembling breasts, exposing their white satiny mounds and
the large pink nipples to his roughly kneading fingers.
"Oooooo dear God!" Fran sobbed, her resistance fleeing from
her in face of the helplessness of her position. She doubted if
she would ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again.
Her husband's brother had stripped her self-respect completely
this day, more than her husband himself had ever done. What was
left of her life, her family, her shattered image of herself as an
intelligent and independent woman? Nothing! There was nothing
but her brother-in-law and his throbbing fleshy cock buried deep
inside her inflamed vagina.
Fran knew that Morgan sensed the loss of her last remaining
ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet open mouth over hers, he
began a slow rocking motion between the captive housewife's wide-
held thighs. Fran could feel sensations like tiny explosions of
gunpowder inside her plundered loins, searing the soft sensitive
flesh within her as the younger man's motion widened and forced
her narrow passage to respond with each short smooth stroke.
Finally there was nothing more but to groan in helpless defeat
beneath the monster that she had allowed into her home.
And then suddenly her body, as though it were severed from
her resisting mind, commenced an involuntary reaction. Lewd
flames of desire were coursing through her veins, and she no
longer had the will or the strength to fight it. She had lost the
battle and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and
horror, she was on the verge of surrendering totally to this boy
lying between her long, widely spread legs. The mere thought sent
chills running along Fran's spine as she felt the slow rhythm of
Morgan Cooper's upthrusting cock skewering wetly into her highly
stimulated loins.
Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance raised from
the adulterous wife's chest, her lovely face becoming distorted
with passion as, her mouth toiling, her neck straining and her
delicate nostrils flaring, the now disheveled blonde pressed her
semi-nakedness up against her ruthless captor.
Odd bits of her clothing still clung to her, but the firm
taut mounds of her breasts pushed up naked against the younger
man's dark-haired chest and the fully exposed surfaces of her
ravaged pussy ground and rubbed lasciviously against her
thoroughly aroused brother-in-law's wiry-haired loins. The cords
in Fran's neck as well as those of her pale thighs stood out hard
and tense as she writhed underneath the younger man, becoming
carried away with the fervency of her feeling. There was no doubt
now that she was enjoying this ... wanting this mindless fucking.
No longer could she deny that she craved this delicious sensation
of lying beneath her husband's brother like this, giving back to
him what he was giving to her.
Above the excited blonde mother Morgan slaved, his forehead
and back covered with sweat as he shifted his rhythm to longer,
smoother strokes that drew his glistening, lust-swollen cock
nearly all the way out of his beautiful sister-in-law's clasping
pussy on the backstroke and then plunging forward into her
willingly uplifted loins again until Fran felt the harsh slap of
his naked testicles against the open crevice of her anus. The
younger man smiled his cocky grin of triumph into Fran's face and
dropped his lips again to hers. She was hopelessly impaled, he
thought, his to do with what he wanted! This was the way he'd
always wanted to see his uppity sister-in-law, he realized. This
was the way she looked best. Absolutely!
Now the woman who had refused even to meet his gaze for the
past few days was beginning to mewl and moan, twisting and
squealing wantonly under his ravishing, punishing cock.
It was good! Better than she could have imagined, Fran was
forced to admit to herself. And then the twenty year old's hand
was moving beneath her to where his lust-driven cock was sliding
smoothly in and out of her blonde clasping cunt. And the frenzied
wife began to keen with shameless delight as she felt him fondle
the soft hair-lined lips milking at his rampaging cock. He
continued to play there until softer groans of unrestraint formed
in Fran's throat and her widening vaginal passage seemed to gape
with greedy desire, swallowing the whole of his thrusting cock as
it plunged mercilessly to her very core.
Continued...
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