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 Mark Bolin was worried about his little sister.  At fourteen, she had all
the arrogance of the typical teenager.  She was smart, he conceded to
himself, but she was also hopelessly naïve.  She was also as cute as a
kitten and she knew it.  Since she was obviously smarter than he was,
anything he told her went in one ear and out the other.  His mother and
father worshipped the ground she walked on and thought she could do on
wrong.  Mark was very fond of her himself, but he knew trouble when he saw
it.  He was a member of the FBI hostage rescue team and he had seen more
than one rodeo.  With his parents out of town, she had just spent a week
staying with him.  She was highly offended, believing herself to be grown
up enough to stay by herself.  Their parents had stood up to her for once
and made her stay with her brother.  The second night she got quietly up
and snuck out.
   Calaney was excited.  Her friend Kesha had an eighteen-year-old
boyfriend.  Kesha and Jaquinn were picking her up in the alley and they
were going to a party.  She crept quietly down the stairs, past Mark's room
and out the front door.  She put on her shoes and ran to Jaquinn's waiting
car.
   Mark was a light sleeper.  He heard the stairs creak and he got up and
slipped on a black t-shirt and a pair of black sweats.  He cracked his door
and was very disappointed to see Calaney sneaking past.  He grabbed some
things and watched her, following her to the alley.  He saw her get in a
car and jumped on his Ducati Panigale and followed them.  They drove to a
rundown apartment complex and he killed the bike and watched.  They got out
and he shook his head.  He had met Kesha before.  She was a slender little
black girl, very cute and bouncy and she flirted with every man she met. 
Mark had been no exception.  At 24, he was ten years older than her, but
that didn't matter to her.  He was tall, good looking and had a cool car.
That was enough to make him a target to her.  Her boyfriend was obviously a
thug.  He wore the typical, low hanging pants and an unbuttoned shirt over
a black t-shirt.  He walked like he had a limp and he was all over Kesha.
   They walked around back of the building found a murky pool.  Music was
thumping out of a box and there were a two dozen young people there.  Most
of them went to the same school as Calaney and Kesha.  Most of the boys
were either already graduated, dropped out or seniors.  Most of the people
there were black.  There was a sprinkling of white boys, mostly athletes at
the school and there was a cooler of beer.  The smell of weed was heavy in
the air and the party had been going on for an hour or so.  As the night
progressed, the partiers got progressively higher and Calaney, the only
white girl there was increasingly uncomfortable.  Couples began to pair off
and she found herself at the center of increasingly bolder advances.  She
pushed hands away and squirmed away from bodies pressing against her.  She
felt like she was the main attraction at an exhibit.
   Her defenses were weaker and weaker as she got higher and she became the
target of a group of young men that found her blonde hair and golden skin
very exotic.  It was a challenge to them to get this young white girl out
of her clothes.  Kesha and a couple of her friends were down to underwear
and they had jumped into the pool.  Calaney found herself sandwiched in a
group of four young black men.  They were feeling her up and attempting to
get her shirt over her head.  The constant barrage of hands on her firm
young breasts and fondling her cute little ass were making her cranky.  She
didn't want this but it was becoming harder and harder to make them stop.
She gave one of them a shove and walked over to the pool.
   "Kesha, I want to go home," she said.
   Kesha was in Jaquinn's arms in the pool and she was getting a little
uncomfortable too.  He was trying to take her bra off and although she
wanted to let him, she wasn't sure she wanted to do that in front of all
these people.  She felt like she was ready for the next step in their
relationship, but she just didn't want to do it in public at some party. 
She wanted to go on a date and then maybe go to bed with him.
   "Jaquinn, we want to go home," she told him.
   Jaquinn wasn't at all happy with that.  This little bitch had been
teasing him for weeks and he wanted some of that fine ass.  He wouldn't
mind tapping some of that fine white pussy on Calaney either.  If he was
lucky, he might fuck both of the bitches at the same time.  They were
young, but Jaquinn had tapped a lot of fine young pussy.  He'd never had
anything as fine as these to bitches though.  He had been working on Kesha
for two months.  They were both high and he had felt sure he was going to
get in that pussy when Kesha let him strip her down to her underwear.  Now
this little white girl was getting felt up by the brothers and she was
trying to fuck everything up.
   "Let's go up to my place and dry off," he said.  "Then I take you girls
home."
   He had no intention of taking them home, but they weren't going to put
out here.  If they were a little reluctant, no one would hear them up in
the apartment.  Once he got them going, he was sure that they wouldn't want
to stop.
   They climbed out of the pool and Jaquinn led them up to his apartment.
The four that had been hitting on Calaney followed them after a minute. 
Jaquinn let Kesha into his bedroom and got her a towel.
   "You ain't never going to get dry with them wet things on," he told her.
   She went into the bathroom to take them off and dry herself before
putting on her dry clothes.  Jaquinn waited a minute then opened the door.
Kesha looked up, a little shocked.  Jaquinn's jaw dropped at the sight of
this naked fourteen-year-old in his bathroom.  Damn, she was fine.  Her
little tits were just a handful, but her ass was fine!  Once Jaquinn
started tapping that ass she was going to be his bitch until he got tired
of her.  He pulled the naked girl up against him and gave her a feel of the
cock.  He cupped that fine ass and pulled her pussy up against his cock so
she could get a good feel.  She wanted him to kiss her but Jaquinn wasn't
much interested.  He just wanted a piece of that pussy.
   In the living room, Calaney was getting impatient.  When the four guys
that had followed them came in she was even more so.  They gave her a joint
and she took a toke or two, but at this point she just wanted to go home.
She wished she had listened to Mark.  She had been furious at him when he
warned her about hanging out with this crowd.  He had seemed like such a
racist.
   "I like Kesha," he told her.  "Bring her over here if you want.  Hang
out with her at school or at Mom's.  The problem is, sooner or later she's
going to get you in trouble if you party with her."
   "You don't know what the hell you're talking about," she yelled at him
furiously.  "You just don't like me to have black friends."
   That got Mark a little angry.  "I have black friends," he told her. 
"I'm not a fourteen-year-old girl.  Sooner or later she's going to want to
set you up with some guy.  He's going to be black because that's the people
she hangs with."
   "What's wrong with that?" she said.  "You're just being racist, Mark. 
You don't get to tell me what to do.  You're not my Dad."
   "No, but I'm the closet thing you've got to one.  I'm telling you that
it's dangerous for you to hang out with a bunch of black guys that are
older than you.  It would be dangerous if they were white.  They're not,
and you're some kind of trophy to them.  Don't be stupid, Calaney.  I don't
care what you think you know.  Don't get the reputation for being a mud
shark."
   "So I'm stupid now, and you're a fucking racist," she stormed off to her
room.
   Now she wished she had listened.  The four guys had her trapped on the
couch and she knew she was in trouble.  Two of them had their hands in her
shirt, mauling her tits and the other two were holding her legs and pulling
her shorts down.  She was struggling wildly, but she was getting very
tired. They were much stronger than she was to begin with and she didn't
stand a chance.  The two guys got her shorts and panties off over her
struggling legs and the other two had ripped her shirt until in hung in
tatters, her heaving breasts exposed to their hands and eyes.  Her little
patch of blonde pubic hair was bare and they were all over her.  The two
holding her arms were hurting her nipples, stretching and pinching them
while one of the others was holding her legs open.  The fourth knelt
between her thighs and stuck his finger up in her tight little pussy.  She
was dry and tight against his finger and he spit on her pussy and his
finger, making her slippery.
   She was disgusted with the thought that he would actually spit on her!
He did it twice more and she was wet enough to make him happy.  He opened
his pants and his cock sprang out.  He advanced toward her pussy and she
began to scream.
   "Shut her up," the guy about to fuck her told the two holding her arms.
One of them opened his pants and stuck his cock in her open mouth.  Her
screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth and she felt the head of the
cock slip between her spit soaked pussy lips.
   Kesha heard Calaney scream.  She tried to sit up but Jaquinn wouldn't
let her.  She found herself in a similar predicament as her friend. 
Jaquinn had his cock against her pussy and she knew he was going to fuck
her.  This was too much!  She just wanted to have fun, flirt around with
some older guys and get high.  She wasn't ready for this and she began to
struggle.
   "Stop, Jaquinn," she yelled.  "Something's happening to Calaney.  Let me
up."
   "Your black ass ain't going nowhere," he told her.  "Some of the
brothers warming your girlfriend up in there.  When I'm done fucking you, I
going to get some of that white pussy too.  If you real nice I let you fuck
her too."
   Kesha knew this was bad.  She began to fight in earnest now, screaming
at Jaquinn and punching him while her feet kicked at him.  She heard
another scream from the living room and the sound of someone being slapped.
   Calaney was fighting frantically on the sofa, but she was losing.  She
felt the head of her rapist's cock slip between her pussy lips and he was
inside her.  She bit the cock in her mouth and her attacker cursed and
jerked his cock away.  He gave her a viscous slap and she screamed again.
The door shattered and flew off it's hinges.
   Mark had been watching the party from across the street.  He wasn't
going to get involved if this was what Calaney wanted.  He felt bad for
her, but everyone has the right to be a slut, he thought.  She didn't look
like that was what she wanted.  He saw her repeatedly brush hands off her
tits and ass.  She pushed the aggressive guys away again and again.  He saw
her tell Kesha she wanted to leave and watched as they went inside.  He
grew concerned when he saw the four guys that had been groping her follow
them inside.  Mark got off of his bike and went into the apartment
building. He had no idea which apartment was the right one and he thought
about how furious Calaney would be with him if he interrupted something she
wanted to do.  He heard her first scream from the floor above and ran up
the stairs.  He could hear a muffled keening sound from down the hall and
he hurried toward the sound.  The second scream rang out and he heard a
slap from the door to his right.  It was locked and he stepped back and
kicked the door.  It burst off its hinges and he took in what he saw.  His
little sister was being held by two of the thugs while a third was trying
to get his cock in her mouth.  The fourth had his cock already half buried
in her pussy and she was fighting like a mad thing.
   When he kicked in the door everything froze.  He pulled his 9mm and
showed them his badge.  "FBI, motherfuckers; down on the floor!"
   They slowly laid face down on the floor.  The one that had been fucking
Calaney still had his dick hanging out and so did the one that had been
fucking her mouth.  She jumped up and ran to him, sobbing as she clung to
him.  He pushed her away.
   "Calaney, get your clothes and put them on," he ordered her.  He could
hear sounds of a struggle going on from a room off the living room.
   "Kesha," Calaney said.  "He's raping her."
   Keeping his eye on the four lying on the floor Mark slammed the door
open.  Jaquinn was on top of Kesha, buried to the balls in her pussy.  Mark
could see that she was bleeding.  She had been a virgin!"
   "Get up slowly and walk in here," he ordered.  "Lay down beside your
buddies."
   Jaquinn eased out of Kesha and with his dick flapping walked to the
living room.  Mark backed away from the door and made sure Jaquinn was
down.
   Calaney was sobbing near the front door.  "Calaney," he said sternly. 
"Kesha is hurt.  Go help her.  Get some clothes on the and take her to the
front door."
   He could hear the two girls sobbing in the bedroom as he kept his weapon
on the five rapists on the floor.  The girls came out, clinging to one
another and crying as they made their way to the door.
   "Calaney, how do you want to handle this?" he asked her.
   "What do you mean?" she wept.
   "Do you want me to arrest them?  Do you want me to call the police?"
   "Yes," she said.  "The bastards raped us."
   "This is going to be hard to explain," he said.
   "What's to explain?" she asked.  "They were raping us!"
   "Yes, I know.  You snuck out of the house to come here.  Both of you
came willingly.  You're both high.  You came into this apartment willingly.
It's going to look like to the police that you wanted these guys to fuck
you.  You being high is a big problem.  They're going to test you and find
drugs in your system.  I know you girls didn't want this, you were just
stupid.  The police won't know that.  They'll arrest them but you're going
to get destroyed in court."
   Calaney began crying hysterically and he moved over to put his arm
around her.
   "That's not what happened, Mark!" she wept.  "They were raping us."
   "I know, baby," he said.  "It's not about what happened.  It's about
what we can prove happened."
   "You ain't got shit on us," Jaquinn spoke up from the floor.
   Mark stepped forward and kicked him in the balls.  He screamed and puked
on the floor, his body ridged with pain.
   Calaney looked on with some satisfaction.  "Are you telling me that
they're going to get away with raping us?"
   "If you let them," Mark said.
   "What can we do?" she asked.
   "Well, I could shoot them," he told her.  "That would be a little hard
to explain too.  I will if you want me to.  We'll make it look like they
were attacking us and I killed them in self-defense."
   "Oh, God please don't kill me," the guy that had his dick in Calaney
begged.  "We was just having a little fun with these bitches."
   "What did you call my little sister?" Mark stepped forward.  "Did I just
hear you call her a bitch?"
   "I... I didn't mean nothing," the man began to cry.  Mark kicked him in
the ribs and heard bones crunch.  He screamed and writhed on the floor.
   "Don't shoot them, Mark," Calaney begged.  "I can't stand it.  I won't
let you kill them for me."
   "I'll shoot them," Kesha said.  "The rat bastards deserve to die."
   "No, Kesha," Calaney said.  "Let's beat the shit out of them and leave
them here."
   The two girls got two big wooden candlesticks off the bar and as the
five men tried to get up, the two girls went to work on them.  Mark pistol
whipped the two that made it to their feet and by the time the two girls
were finished the five men were a bloody mess on the floor.  They were
unconscious and the two girls each took a shot at their balls before they
dropped the candlesticks and walked out.
   When they got to the street, the party was still swinging.  "Either of
you girls interested in partying?" Mark asked.
   They both hung their heads.  "I'm so sorry, Mark," Kesha said.  "I
should never have brought Calaney here.  I should never have come here
myself."
   "Please, Mark; take us home," Calaney begged.
   "I came on my bike, so that's a problem," he said.
   "Call me a cab," Kesha said.  "I'll just go home."
   "Are either of you injured?" Mark asked.  "Do you need to go to the
hospital?"
   They shook their heads.  "Did those guys cum inside you?" he asked.  "Do
you need to see a doctor about that?  They might have had STD's."
   They shook their heads again.  "That guy had just got... just got inside
me," Calaney said.  She broke down, sobbing and clinging to Mark.  He
called a cab and they waited for it.
   "Kesha, I want to talk to you," Mark told her.  "Can you come over
tomorrow?"
   "Yes, it's Saturday," she said.  "Please Mark, don't call my parents. 
Please don't tell on me!  I know I was stupid.  I'll do anything you say,
just don't tell anyone, ok?"
   "I don't know what I'm going to do yet," he said.  "I'll tell you
tomorrow."
   They put her in the cab and walked to Mark's bike.  He gave Calaney his
helmet and she stood looking at him for a minute.  Her shirt was ripped to
shreds and her breasts were exposed.  He tried to pull her shirt around to
cover them, but it was hopeless.  He took his off and gave it to her.  She
put it on and looked up at him.
   "I'm so sorry, Mark.  I called you a bunch of names.  I thought I was so
smart.  I acted like a stupid little bitch.  I deserve whatever you do to
me.  Are you going to tell Mom?"
   "Do you think I should?" he asked.
   She hung her head.  "Yes, I guess I do.  I don't want you to, but if you
do I know I deserve it."
   "The worst part of it is, I trusted you Calaney.  I love you and you
called me all those names and snuck out of the house.  You didn't even
trust me enough to tell me you were going."
   "You would have said no," she flared up.  "No, I'm not going there.  You
would have been right.  I don't know what to say.  You were right about
everything.  Are you happy?" she sobbed a little.
   He took her in his arms.  "Jesus Christ, Calaney!  How did this happen?
Do you really hate me so much that you think this would make me happy?  Do
you think I need to be right?  I'd die for you!  Do you think it makes me
happy to see a big bruise on your face?  Do you think it makes me happy to
kick in a door and see some bastard's cock stuck in my little sister?  I
don't want to talk to you right now!  Just get on the bike!"
   She was sobbing hysterically.  He got on the bike and she got on behind
him, wrapping her arms around him and clinging to him.  "I'm so sorry,
Mark. I'm so sorry," she said over and over again.  He could feel her small
body shaking against him and it broke his heart.  He started the bike and
drove home.  She was still sobbing uncontrollably when he parked the bike
in the garage and they got off.  She pulled off the helmet and he picked
her up and carried her into the house.  She clung to him and wouldn't let
go when he tried to sit her on the couch.  He sat down and held her on his
lap.  She buried her face in his chest and continued to cry.
   "I'm sorry I yelled at you, baby," he told her.  "I know you've had a
tough time tonight."
   "No, you can't ever be sorry with me again," she said.  "It was my
fault. I was just so miserable and so stupid.  I can't stand the thought of
how stupid I am so I took it out on you.  If you hadn't come, Mark; I
don't... I don't know what would have happened.  All those guys were going
to rape me.  Oh, Jesus, they were all going to..." her voice broke into
sobs.
   He held her an petted her.  "It's over now, baby.  It's going to be ok."
   She sat up and looked at him.  "How did you know where I was, Mark?"
   "I heard you leave and I followed you to make sure you were ok," he
said.
   "Why didn't you come and make me leave?' she asked.
   "I don't own you, Calaney," he said.  "If that was what you wanted, who
am I to make you not do anything?  You said it, I'm not your father.  If
you didn't want it, I was going to come get you.  I thought you guys were
getting ready to leave.  I didn't realize for a while what was going on up
there."
   That made her cry even more.  "God, Mark; you're so good to me.  You
were going to let me do that, even though you hated it?"
   "I love you Calaney.  I want you to be happy, even if I think it's
stupid."
   "I won't ever so anything again you think is stupid," she said.  "I owe
you, Mark.  I'll be your slave for the rest of your life."
   "No, you won't," he said.  "I don't need a slave.  You don't owe me
anything.  I just want a little sister that loves me and trusts me."
   "I do love you," she said.  "You're just so infuriating sometimes.  I
trust you too.  I know you wouldn't ever do anything you thought was bad
for me.  I don't care what you say, I still owe you and I'm going to think
of ways to start paying you back.  Damn, Mark, you were ready to kill those
guys for me.  I had no idea you loved me that much."
   "I do, baby.  I'd burn down the world for you," he told her.  "We need
to get you cleaned up.  I'm taking you to the doctor to check for STD's
tomorrow, but we need to wash you up really well.  Go get in the shower and
stay in there until you're pruney.  Use lots of antibacterial soap and wash
inside really good, ok?"
   She nodded and went to her room.  She came out with a nightshirt and got
in the shower.  She stayed in there for thirty minutes and when she came
out she had on her nightshirt and a towel wrapped around her head.  She
kissed him good night and they went to bed.  He was just dropping off when
he heard her tapping at his door.
   "Mark," he heard her little voice.  "Can I come in?"
   "Yes, baby; what is it?"
   She opened the door and her saw her slight form ghost across the floor
to his bed.  "I don't want to be by myself," she said.  "I can't sleep and
I'm scared you're going to tell Mom.  I keep thinking about what happened.
I keep feeling those bastards and what they did to me.  Can I stay here?  I
won't make any noise and I won't bother you.  Please, Mark; just don't make
me be alone."
   He didn't say anything, he just raised the covers.  She slid in and he
kissed the top of her head when it came close.  She lay on her side, facing
him, and he was drifting up when he felt the bed shake a little.  It
happened again and he opened his eyes and looked at her.  He could see
tears running down her cheeks and he couldn't stand it.  "Come over here,
kitten," he said.
   She scooted across the bed and her turned her over, wrapping his arms
around her from behind.  Calaney pressed herself against him and he held
her tightly.  "Better?" he asked.
   "
   Yes," she whispered.  "Mark, do you think I'm an idiot?"
   "No, baby.  I think you're young and not very experienced.  I think you
don't have very good judgement sometimes.  I know you're smart.  Smart
isn't always a good substitute for experience.  You'll learn.  I just wish
you'd let me help you.  I know you're smarter than me.  I know more than
you right now.  I just try to help you."
   She didn't say anything for a while.  "I won't make that mistake again,"
she said.  "I'll do everything you say, Mark.  Do you think I'm cute?"
   "I think you're a doll.  Don't ever let anyone tell you you're no," he
said.
   She turned her head to look at him.  "What did you mean about not
getting the reputation as a mud shark?"
   "There's not a nice way to say it," he told her.  "If people get the
idea you want to be with black guys, it's going to be hard for you to get
that idea out of their minds.  Most white guys won't want to be with you."
   "That's so racist," she said.
   "It's not, Calaney.  I understand when two people meet, fall in love and
have a relationship.  It has nothing to do with black or white.  It's just
people.  Some black guys have a sick racist thing about white women.  Some
white women are the same way.  They get a thrill out of the taboo or
shocking people.  Some white men have a sick, twisted thing about fucking
black girls.  It isn't cool to be with someone because of their race. 
That's some kind of sick perversion.  You aren't seeing them as people;
they're just a race to you."
   "That's what I was doing, wasn't it?  I was trying to be cool by hanging
out with the people that tried to rape me."
   "I'm sorry, baby; you were.  White women that sleep with only black men
get labeled.  That's the label."
   "Do you think I'm like that?"
   "Not yet, but I think you were going down that road."
   "I won't do it anymore.  So, you think I'm cute?"
   "Yes, you're adorable.  You know that."
   "I don't feel adorable, Mark.  I just feel dirty.  I feel like I'm
something small and dirty.  How do I get clean again?" she began to cry
again.
   "It wasn't your fault, Calaney," he told her.  "You're not dirty. 
You'll get over it.  You'll think about it first thing when you wake up in
the morning.  You may do that for a long time.  Then one morning, you'll
wake up and it will be the second thing you think about.  Eventually, you
won't think about it at all."
   "That's so deep, Mark," she said.  "That makes me feel better.  I think
I could make it go away pretty fast if you'll help me.  Will you help me?"
   "Of course I will, Calaney.  What do you want me to do?'
   She took his hand in her little one and pulled it down onto her breast.
"Make love to me, Mark," she whispered.  He tried to pull his hand away,
but she held it pressed against her firm little mound.  He could feel a
hard little nipple under his fingers and without thinking; he gave it a
gentle pinch.  He felt her butt push back against him and he was erect
against her.
   "I can't, baby," he whispered.  "You've had a horrible experience.  I
can't take advantage of you like that."
   "You can," she told him.  "I can feel that you can.  You mean you won't.
I'm going to change your mind.  You aren't taking advantage of me, I'm
taking advantage of you.  I'm going to use you because I know you love me.
But I'm going to give you something too.  I'm a virgin, Mark.  I know you
think I'm a slut, but I'm not."
   "I don't think that, Calaney," he protested.  "I never thought that.  I
didn't want you to become one."
   She turned over in his arms and he felt her reach down and grasp his
erection in her hot little hand.  "Make love to me, Mark," she whispered.
"Make me feel clean.  Make me feel like someone wants me, like I'm not
broken." She pressed her lips against his.  She tasted like mint toothpaste
and little girl.  She pushed her tongue against his lips and he let it slip
into his mouth.  His hands slipped down to cup her hard little butt and she
pressed her pussy against him, releasing his cock so she could feel it
against her.  She pulled her nightshirt over her head and she was naked in
his arms.  He could feel the head of his cock against the little soft patch
of curls over her pussy, her hard little breasts were against his chest and
her lips were crushed against his.
   He rolled her onto her back and took a moment just to look at her.  She
was the stuff of dreams; slender and yet full at the same time.  Her small
breasts were becoming a woman's breasts, her body curving into excitement.
   "Damn, baby; you're gorgeous," he said.  "You can't imagine how
beautiful you are to me."
   "Show me," she whispered.
   He bent and kissed her, his lips and tongue tracing a trail of fire
along her jawline to her tiny ears.  He nibbled on them and she shivered.
His lips trailed down her long, slim neck and down across her chest.  When
he reached her breasts he used his hands to squeeze them into pointed
cones, her very hard nipples protruding at the tip.  They were a little
sore from the mauling she had taken, but his touch was very gentle and
exciting.  When his lips closed around her right nipple she gasped, her
breath catching in her throat.  She moaned and shivered, seeking his lips
with the other nipple.  He loved at that one for long moments and they were
twin bullets, shining in the moonlight.  He continued to move down her
body, circling and dipping into her little navel and tugging at the sparse
blonde curls below.  She parted her legs wide and he laid on his belly
between them.  His hands stroked the velvet skin of her inner thighs and
squeezed the tendons between her thighs.  She was moving and alive under
his touch and when his head dipped and his tongue tasted her she jerked
under the touch.
   Her pussy was beautiful, her lips were a pale pink rose and it looked
tiny and delicious.  He inserted his tongue between then and she tasted
sweet and tangy.  The faint taste of soap and clean girl driving him wild.
He lapped up across the lips, teasing her little clitoris with the tip for
a moment.  She moved and quivered under him, her hands reaching down to
tangle in his hair.
   "Oh, fuck," she groaned.  "Fuck Mark; that's it.  That feels sooooo
good. This is what I dreamed it should be like.  I knew you would know, you
could make me feel... make me feel..."
   He drew her hood and clit into his mouth, cutting her sentence short as
her hips exploded into motion.  She spasmed under him, wailing in ecstasy
as her orgasm pumped through her slender frame, shaking her emotions and
flooding her with an earthquake of emotion.  She bucked under him for long
moments until she began to float downward, twitching under his continued
assault until she pulled his head up to hers, forcing her lips against his
and kissing him for minutes.
   "That's what I needed, big brother," she whispered.  "I knew you would
make me feel like that."
   "Are we through?" he asked.
   "No!" she panicked a little.  "No, don't stop.  I need you in me.  I
need to feel my lover in me to take away feeling him in me!  Please don't
stop, Mark!"
   "No, no; I won't baby," he assured her.
   Mark pressed the head of his erection between the folds of her
moistness, kissing he pussy lips with it.  She was incredibly wet and
slippery and his cock slipped easily inside an inch.
   "Slow, Mark," she gasped.  "I'm a little sore.  Slow and gentle, lover.
You feel so good!  Tell me you love me, Mark."
   "I love you, Calaney," he whispered in her ear.  "I always have.  I fell
in love with you when you were a baby and I've loved you more every day
since.  I'm going to love you the rest of my life."
   "Yes, I love you too, Mark.  God, I can feel you so well.  Jesus though,
you're so big in me.  Those guys were bragging about being big!  They had
no idea!  I don't know if I can take it all, Mark."
   "That's ok, baby," he told her.  "Tell me when to stop.  You're very
young for this, Calaney.  I don't want to hurt you."
   He was inside her maybe three inches when he felt her barrier against
the head of his cock.  She gasped and groaned when he forced it aside.  To
his amazement, he didn't think it tore, just stretched and moved aside. 
Her little pussy fluttered around him and he felt the walls contract and
expand rhythmically around him.  At six inches she began to wince as he
advanced and at eight she put her hands against his belly and pushed.
   "No, stop, Mark.  I don't think I can take any more.  God, you're in me
soooo deep, lover.  Just stay there for a minute and then go out and back
in.  I might be able to take some more after a bit.  Fuck me a little now."
   He slid back a few inches and then gave it to her again.  She groaned
and he withdrew again and returned.  They found a rhythm and soon her
breasts were heaving under him as she began to cum, her cries of joy
echoing around the room.
   "Fuck, that's it, Mark.  I'm cuming so hard!  Oh my God, oh my God, oh
my God, baby.  Fuck, fuck!  Fuck me Mark!  O Jesus," she groaned as orgasms
tore through her small body again and again.  Her capacity astonished her
brother.  He could feel the cum rising from his balls.
   "I'm going to cum, Calaney," he gasped.  "Are you on the pill?"
   "No, but cum in me," she gasped.  "I don't care, I want your cum in me.
We're going to the doctor tomorrow.  I'll tell him... Oh God, O fuck...
I'll tell him I was raped and I need the morning after pill.  Cum inside me
and wash it all away!"
   He exploded inside her, sending ropes of thick cum blasting against her
cervix, driving her wild.  Her little pussy was flooded, cum seeping out
around him making erotic squishing sounds as he continued to pump into her,
finally sinking deep to soak in their combined wetness.  He could feel her
pussy milking his cock inside her, soaking up the last few drops of his
cum. He locked his lips to hers, bruising hers a little with his
fierceness. She loved it and pressed her lips against his as their tongues
dueled.
   He rolled her over on top of him and they rested, her cheek on his chest
and his cock still deep inside her.
   "That's what I needed, Mark," she whispered.  "Thank you big brother. 
You made me crazy!  I came a hundred times.  I never came with a man
before. That was awesome."
   "You're awesome, Calaney," he told her.  "I can't believe you let me do
that.  God, I love you baby."
   She kissed his chest.  "I love you too, Mark.  You're still hard!  Do
you think we can do it again?"
   "You drive," he said.
   She sat up on him, her slim body silhouetted by the moonlight, her small
breasts bouncing a little as she rose and fell on his cock.  He felt her
blonde curls mesh with his darker ones and realized that she had taken him
entirely inside her tightness.  She fell forward across him and pumped her
hips up and down, impaling herself fully over him, her motions
fantastically accomplished for her inexperience.  He raised her hips a
little and pistoned up into her.  She quickly came, her moans rising as he
pounded up into her small pussy.  She could feel her lips stretched tightly
around him, dragging outward as he moved away and being pushed up inside
her as he plunged up into her.  His pelvic bone was bumping against her
clit on every thrust and she came in waves, cresting again and again until
she felt him spurt into her again, bathing her chafed pussy with soothing
cream.  She collapsed on him and lay panting, her rock hard nipples boring
into his chest.
   They lay still for a long time; the only motion his hands sliding up and
down her back and onto the firm, round cheeks of her ass.  He marveled at
the silky skin under his fingers, the resilience of her butt, the firmness
of her youth.  She stirred from her euphoria, kissing him gently for a long
time.
   "I need to pee," she said.  "I don't think I can walk, lover.  Carry
me?"
   He laughed, rising to his feet with her in his arms.  He carried her to
the toilet and started the shower while she peed.  He opened the shower
door and went back, pulling her to her feet and carrying her into the
shower.  They washed each other gently, exploring new territory.  He knelt
and soaped her little pussy, washing away lather and cum, then tonguing her
little clit until she gasped and came again, clutching his shoulders for
support.  She was able to walk to bed and they climbed in together.  He
held her slight naked form as she spooned up against him again.  He kissed
her neck and felt her utter relaxation against him.
   "I can sleep now," she told him.  "I know what I'm going to wake up
thinking about, Mark."
   "What is it?" he asked.
   "I'm going to be thinking about when we can do this again," she said. 
"Mark, do you think Kesha is cute?"
   "Very cute," he said.  "Why?"
   "She's coming over tomorrow," she said.  "She was raped too, you know.
Do you think you would like to fuck her?"
   
  
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