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Wanna Work for Dave Taylor & American McGee?
The well known former Id developers are starting a company to develop a
shooter for the X-Box. They are looking for programmers, artists,
level designers, and producers, but only if you're in, or willing to
move to LA. If you think you're right for this one, you should
email Dave.
first post!
That is an extremely bad idea. It's not uncommon with junior open source programmers running of and cloning the project and giving it away for free (smoothwall for example, there are countless of other examples).
People do open source for different reason and just a minority are fanaticals but you put yourself in risk hiring people with a open source background.
Jesus christ, since when does Slashdot post help wanted ads?
Is this their new advertising method, posting stories for money?
Even though he's selling out, I have to give props to Taco for having the balls to post a story about Xbox, with all of it's evil Microsoft connections. I guess taco-snotting may just be a rumor.
BTW, read my journal. If you don't like censorship, you'll like my journal.
My name is Alex. I like cats. I need a job. Here is my resume. Can I get a slashdot story?
The snow glided down slowly outside my window. It was the second day of
Christmas break of my senior year. I was basically in love with Megan, and
the events of a few days ago had done nothing to change that.
I watched the snow fall gently, and wondered how much of her I'd be
seeing this break. Since school was out, our usual cover of the school
newspaper wouldn't quite work. We could always go out under the pretense of
seeing a movie, but that wasn't anywhere near long enough to really enjoy
ourselves.
The phone rang, and I rolled lazily off my bed to answer it. The voice
of one very excited Megan was on the other end. Apparently the Colonel (as
I'd taken to calling her father) and his wife were going off to visit some
relatives, and Megan has succeeded in convincing them to leave her behind.
This meant she had the house to herself for a few days, and that meant *we*
had the house to *ourselves* for a few days.
After I hung up, I started scheming - I called one of my friends and got
him to agree to tell my parents I was staying with him for a few nights if
they called. With that taken care of, I'd be free to enjoy myself. It was
going to be a Herculean task to wait until her parents left.
***
I knocked again on the door to Megan's house. It was cold and there were
flurries again. I just in the middle of wondering what could be taking so
long when the door was abruptly yanked open by one ass-naked Megan. I stood
there on the stoop for a minute, too surprised to say anything, but Megan
yanked me in by the collar.
"Its cold silly," she said, closing the door behind me. "Come on.... What
are you waiting for?"
That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started shedding my winter
clothes. When I was naked, I grabbed Megan and pulled her to me for a kiss.
I felt her icy cold little hand wrap around my cock and squeeze it, as if
she were making sure I was ready. I felt like my cock had just doubled in
size, as I scooped her up in my arms. I carried her into the kitchen,
laying her gently on the kitchen table on her back. Placing her legs
against my shoulders, I felt her hands rubbing my cock up and down her
freshly shaved twat.
Not wanting to wait much longer, I leaned forward and slid easily into
her warm pussy - she was as wet as I was hard. I paused for a minute, my
entire shaft buried in her pink folds, as she moaned for me to get on with
it. To the accompaniment of wooden table creaking noises and girl
whimpering Megan noises, I began rodding Megan, stuffing my tool in her, and
then pulling it all the way out, watching her pussy close, and thrusting it
back in again. The irregular timing was driving her nuts, and I could feel
her finger nails digging into my buttocks, trying to get me to fuck her
proper.
With that, I began to stuff her like a thanks giving turkey, pistoning my
cock in and out of her pussy, as she arched her back and squirmed under my
assault on her kitchen table. I let my hand drift down to massage the top
of her puusy, and to maul her breasts which were jiggling delightfully with
each smack of my pelvis into hers.
As I felt myself getting close to orgasm, I paused for a minute to press
Megan's legs together, and to put them both over my right shoulder. This
changed the pressures of the fuck, and presented her cute round ass as a
target for my arrow to pierce. With a nice slap on the ass, I started
drilling her again, watching my cock disappear into the wet pink slit, as
she gasped on the table, already in the grips of her own orgasm.
When I couldn't stand it any longer, I withdrew and Megan jumped off the
table. Taking my cock in her hand, she engulfed the head with her mouth.
Letting my thrust against the side of mouth, I came in torrents, covering
her pretty face and dirty blond hair with my gooey sperm.
***
It was about 3 hours later - Megan and I had ordered out for pizza and
eaten leisurely in the nude, on the very same kitchen table on which I'd
fucked her an hour or so earlier. We were now watching tv, curled up on the
couch in the living room. A tv reshowing of Terminator was on, and I was so
fixated by the scene where the Terminator blows away the gunshop that I
didn't feel the soft hot wet sensation on my cock at first. When I did, I
almost jumped out of my skin - Megan was gently licking my cock, coaxing it
back to life. Despite the vigor of our earlier copulation, there was still
life yet in my cock. Smiling at me, Megan slid off the couch and knelt in
front of me, her head bobbing up and down in my lap, expertly pleasing my
dick as I'd taught her to in the newsroom months ago.
Stopping her ministrations for a moment, she smiled up at me again, as she
pulled a ribbon out of from her ponytail. Putting the head of my dick back
in her mouth, she grabbed my balls and wrapped the ribbon around them a few
turns, before making a figure 8 around my cock and balls, and wrapping a
loop around just my cock. When she was done, she tied it off on the top.
It wasn't painfully tight, but it was enough to make the veins on my cock
stand out in a way that they usually didn't. The sensation on my balls was
equally nice - it felt like her hand did when she used to blow me.
With that, Megan stood up and turned around. Standing on the footstool,
legs together, knees bent, waving her ass at me. I placed one hand on her
ass and gave it a good slap before sticking a finger up her cunt.
Withdrawing, I guided her ass downwards, until she was just touching my
dick. I lined myself up with her nether entrance, and watched as she bent
her knees more, lowering her ass onto my waiting cock, impaling herself.
This was definitely one of the sexiest things I'd ever experienced, I
thought, as she continued to alternately raise and lower her ass onto and
off of my cock. She had such a gorgeous ass, I thought, slapping it again
for emphasis as she moaned, impaled on my cock. Not wanting to continue at
her leisurely pace, I stood up, pulling her up with me, and twisted her
around. After a little adjustment, I was sitting down again, and she was
straddling me, but facing me this time, feet all the way back on the couch
cushion, and supporting herself by her hands on my ankles, as I held her
hips and bucked underneath her, driving my spear into her quivering ass.
She held on for dear life as I continued to ream her ass out like a convict
sentenced for life.
Reaching up, I stuffed a few fingers up her twat and rubber her clit as
she exploded into a quivering screaming orgasm, shuddering on top of my cock
as I hammered her for all I was worth. Less than a minute later, I too came
with a mind-blowing orgasm, painting the walls of her rectum white with the
copious amounts of cum which I deposited.
We fell asleep shortly thereafter on the couch, both overwhelmed by the
post-orgasm peacefulness.
Chapter 19: A Fine Day
The next morning was one of those gorgeous winter days that make you glad
to be alive. The air outside was cold, and the sky was a clear blue, the
sun reflecting dazzlingly off the snow which remained in the yard. I
stretched - sleeping on the couch hadn't been so good on the back - and
padded into the kitchen to fix some coffee. I'd not really gotten a good
look at Megan's house before - I'd come here a few times to pick her up to
go out, but the Colonel had made sure I never got further than 10 feet from
the door. With the coffee going, I decided to explore.
I headed upstairs - the first bedroom I saw must have been a guest
bedroom. Megan didn't have any siblings, I knew, and this certainly wasn't
her bedroom, and the bed was awfully small to sleep both of her parents.
Continuing my investigation, the next room I peeked into must have been a
study for the Colonel. There was a desk with a couple perfectly lined up
stacks of paper, and a floor to ceiling bookshelf. As much as I was dying
to know what the Colonel liked to read, I decided it was better to finish up
before Megan woke up.
With that, I crossed the hall and walked into what must have been her
room.
I find it fascinating to see the bedrooms of other people. Our culture
has made it such that the bedroom is the ultimate private domain of its
owner - as long as its kept neat, even one's parents don't usually have
influence within. Bedrooms tell so much about their owners - how the walls
are decorated, which pieces of furniture dominate the room, what kind of
books reside there. And because one usually doesn't decorate one's bedroom
with other people in mind, it's a fairly honest glimpse into someone else's
mind.
Megan's bedroom was neat - a light blue carpet and off-white walls. Her
desk was cluttered with papers and text books and other school work - it was
clearly more of a storage depot than a work area. She had a large double
bed up against one wall, covered with pillows and a few stuffed animals. On
her dresser was a framed picture of us, taken in the newsroom when she was
hanging out there after school by one of my friends. I was sitting in the
office chair that the editors jokingly called the throne, and Megan was
standing behind me, with her arms around my neck, face pressed against mine,
smiling. It was a good picture - one in fact that I'd tucked away as well.
I moved on, looking at her posters and pictures, getting a glimpse, for
the first time really, of the girl as she was before I intruded into her
life. Most of the pictures were of her playing some sort of sport - she
clearly had an athlete's mentality and she was quite good at swimming, her
chosen sport now.
I decided to leave before I started thinking too deeply on anything.
Next stop on the tour was the master bedroom. It was a large room, with a
queen sized bed, light walls with a big skylight. There was a large TV
against the wall opposite the bed, and what appeared to be a spacious
bathroom off to the side. I was admiring the taste with which it had been
decorated when I felt warm little hands circling my waste.
After only a moment's hesitation, they slid downwards and were soon
circling my semi-erect dick. I don't know about most of you guys out there,
but if there's one thing as sure a bet as the sunrise, its probably morning
wood. Not exactly hard, not exactly soft, and about 20 minutes worth. If
there's a feeling quite like having your morning wood played with, I don't
think I've experienced it yet.
Anyways, standing in the door of her parents bedroom was just too good,
and it was a matter of seconds before I was fucking her brains out
missionary style smack in the middle of that big queensized bed. One big
wet spot and a mutual orgasm later, we were ready for the day to begin.
***
I wasn't sure if my dick could continue at her pace, so I thought I'd try
to burn off some of that energy. We packed up some stuff, dropped by my
house quickly, and headed out to one of the state parks in the area. It
took about half an hour to hike up to the pond, and another 15 minutes to
chip a hole in the ice with the hatchet I brought along to make sure it was
thick enough. But 5 minutes after that, we were skating.
I don't know if I've ever had a better day that that one cold December
afternoon. We skated for a few hours, played kick-the-puck style hockey
without sticks, almost wound up making out on the ice after some vicious
checking, and then decided to head home. Just being around her made me
incredibly happy.
I walked in on my Dad to see his hairy leg squatting over my baby sister. I could see his large balls rubbing against her chin as he
turned to look at me.
"Hey Bud," he said as I stood there - staring and speechless - unable to ignore such a lewd and disgusting sight. Unable to comprehend this new level of perversion. This new level of depravity.
"Hey kid, you're just in time." He said. "Get your little ass over here." I dropped my book sack on the floor. I was cautious at first. My dad could be real unpredictable and I'd learned early on to be weary of him. But when I looked down between his hairy legs to see his hard cock sticking straight up as it always did against the thin trail of hair on his stomach, a steady stream of precum running down the shaft, I knew he wasn't looking to fight - but to fuck.
I curled my lip up at the sight of him. He smelled. He always did. In 1977 he worked in the mines and at that time there was a lot of work to do. Every day after work he'd come home covered in that thin misty soot from head to toe.
"What are you sneering at ya little fucker?" he asked and reached up to grab my 10 year old cock through my pants. I bucked my hips forward and
grunted. "You're little cock is already hard so don't go giving me shit about what I'm doing."
Of course - I knew better than that.
"I've been waiting all day for you to get your little ass home so I could try this. I've been hornier than a mother fucker all day. It took everything I had not to go and shove my cock up your little sister's cunt. I waited because I knew you'd like this."
My dad continued pressing my on my cockhead with his long fingers and I continued moaning and pushing my hips toward him. We'd been having sex
since I could remember and he probably started me at the same time he did my sister - as a baby, but we never talked about that. In fact, I
was the one he caught licking out my baby sister one day after he came home early from work and the rest is, as they say, history.
"Like what?" I asked him reaching down to unbutton my pants.
"Like watching me take a dump on your baby sister's face." He replied and grinned.
"What?" I said meekly not believing what he was saying now. There seemed to be no end to my dad's depravity.
"I said, I'm gonna take a shit right in your kid sister's face and your gonna help me," he said and grinned. It was an evil grin, twisted and
perverse in it's own way. "Now get your face down between my legs. I want you to get a close up of this shit."
I did as he said moving back behind him, already smelling the funkiness of his dirty ass crack. I could see the hairs were all plastered and
wet with his ass sweat.
"Smell good?" he asked me and chuckled. "You ain't seen nothin yet." He said and then moved his ass closer to my baby sisters face. She just
laid there, her blue eyes staring up at his hairy ass hanging over her without a clue of what it really was.
Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by a loud wet fart. I could see my dad's asshole open up as the nasty gas filled the air around my
baby sisters face. The wind of it blew her thin hair as she wrinkled her nose and then turned her face. My dad grunted again as another fart
blew out of his hairy hole. He moaned then getting off on how perverse this was and then having and audience to watch it all.
"How'd you like that one?" he asked me turning his head, his eyes intense and strong.
"That was nasty dad," I replied, yet still harder than ever.
"Oh yeah, " he said still squatting over my baby sisters little body.
"Well take a look at this!"
Suddenly a thick brown log of shit started to push out of his hole. I could see the muscles in his legs strain and the veins in his neck pop
out as he pushed. I could hear him grunt as the log pushed out of his smelly butt. It was thick and hard at the end and smelled worse than
anything I could imagine.
"How's that look champ?" he asked me without turning around.
"I just grunted and said nothing." It looked like a brown snake pushing it's way out of his ass.
Suddenly it broke off and fell right on my sister's face.
"Aahhhhhhhhh," he moaned and let out a loud wet fart right in her face.
Bit's of shit fell in her open mouth. I could see her eagerly pushing the shit out of her mouth with her little tongue. She had an utter look of disgust at the anal assault from her own father.
"What's she doing now?" my Dad asked me as if I were his commentator and this were nothing more than one of my school projects.
"She's got shit all over her face and in her mouth. She's trying to get it out with her tongue."
"FUCKIN A!" my dad said reaching back with his large hands to pull his ass cheeks even farther apart. Suddenly another large log began to ease
it's way out of his ass.
"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned as it broke off and fell on my sisters neck and chest. It was followed by another loud nasty fart as bits of wet shit exploded from his filthy anal cavity.
"Ahhhhhhh FUCK! This is hot," I heard my Dad say. Suddenly I looked even closer to see a thin runny string of shit and ass juice drip from his asshole directly into my little sisters mouth. She smacked it unknowingly and then closed her eyes and turned her head in disgust.
"Goddamn..." I whispered watching this incredibly disgusting show while eagerly jacking my 10 year old cock. Seeing that was almost enough to make me cum.
Suddenly my dad turned to look at me. He smiled. The combination of him looking at his smelling shitty asshole and his smiling face was
uncanny and it was also driving me crazy.
"Well Bud, I think I'm pretty much done here. Nothing much left in the old pooper. I was still stopped over watching him squatting over my
baby sister's face like she was some type of human football ready for him to punt. That's when he lowered his ass and began rubbing his
asscrack all over my little sisters face.
"AAAAHHHH FUCK DAD!" I said feeling like I was going to cum any second.
"That's so fucking nasty!" and indeed it was. My little sister's face was covered with my Dad's shit and he was in fact getting more shit in
his ass crack by doing that than if he hadn't. At one point I wondered if she could still breathe.
"Fuck it feels good too kid. Rubbing my dirty shit covered ass all over your little sister's face and mouth."
I couldn't see my Dad's hands, but I could tell he was jacking his cock. I wondered if he too was ready to cum.
My Dad then moved away from my baby sister to look at his work.
"Goddamn." He said staring down at her with his intense blue eyes. Her entire body was wet and messy and brown but remarkably, she wasn't even
crying.
I could see my Dad's cock dripping precum. "Fuck this is nasty," he said reaching back toward his ass with his hand and wiping it across his shitty hole. He brought it back, his fingers caked with shit. He sniffed it a bit and then turned his head.
"Fucking stale beer," he said and then ran his fingers across my little sister's mouth. He suddenly inserted them and slowly began sliding his thick shit covered fingers in and out of her little baby mouth. I knelt there jacking my little 5 inch cock obscenely. This was so fucking hot.
Then to my surprise my little sister began sucking on my Dad's shitty fingers! They went in brown and came out white.
"Fuckin little bitch likes it!" my Dad hollered and grinned. "She's a natural little shit eater."
Then I watched him take his long middle finger, smear it in his shit and then slowly stick it up my little sister's cunt. I watched in amazement
as he fingered her hairless bald cunny.
"Fuck Dad," I said still jacking my cock.
"Pretty hot, huh boy," my Dad asked and grinned up at me. Aren't you
glad I waited for you."
I just nodded yeah as he continued finger fucking this 10 month old
baby. He then reached up with his shitty fist and began jacking his
hard adult cock. The sight of him kneeling there, his shit covered cock
dripping cum while fingering my little sister was too much and I started
cumming.
"AAHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!" I yelled, "I'M CUMMMMIINNNNGGGGGG!!!" I shot
several feet into the air. Cum shot out all over my shit covered baby
sister's face and even landed on my Dad's arms and leg.
"Fuck son," my Dad said, "I told you to warm me before you shoot off
like that."
I just shrugged still coming down from my high.
My dad eagerly eyed my cock as he reached between his legs and grabbed
his cock. "Fuck this feels good," he said as he began jacking off with
his shit. I watched his thick white cock turn a slimy brown and
listened to the squishy slick sounds of his jacking off.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" this feels good kid," he said. Suddenly my Dad
stood up - his cock jutting straight out from in between his hairy legs.
His cock curved hard to the right and the head was lemon shaped. A
string of shitty precum fell from the tip. I reached down and wiped it
off for him.
"Fuck kid!" he said and jerked his hips forward as I suddenly wrapped my
hand around the shitty head, "Grab your sister and follow me."
I picked up Katie and followed my Dad into the back of the house. A
brown shit stain smeared his asscrack and ran down between his legs.
Once in the bathroom he sat down on the commode.
Put your sister down, he said. I obeyed putting the little shit baby in
the sink.
I looked at my Dad who just grinned, spread his legs and pointed to his
cock. "Suck it," he said, his voice seemed to echo in the small room.
"No way!" I said repulsed. "That's disgusting." Suddenly, quick as a
flash my Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the floor twisting it
back in the process.
"Do it or I'll break your fucking arm off!!!!" he hollered.
"AHHHHHHhh, ALRIGHT!" I screamed already smelling his funky asscrack and
shit covered cock.
I leaned forward.
"Just hold your nose," my Dad said spreading his hairy legs some more.
I bent down and ran my tongue across my Dad's cock head. Precum and
shit smeared my tongue and I tried to spit it out into the bowl below
him. My dad then slapped me hard in the side of the head. "You swallow
that shit!" he said meanly.
I began to cry. "Now get down there and suck my fuckin cock!"
I moved in again closing my eyes as I opened my mouth wide and swallowed
his hard cock.
"AAAHHH Fuck Yeah," my Dad moaned, bucking his hips forward as I blew
him.
"That's it ya little dick sucking faggot. Ya fucking shit licker. Suck
my fuckin cock. Suck on that hard Dad cock."
I gagged as he pushed my head down on his thick dick. Suddenly I began
to vomit and could feel it in my stomach.
"Uuuuugghhh, agggghhhhh," I choked as the thick stuff erupted from my
gut. I backed up as vomit flew from my open mouth all over my Dad's
cock and balls and legs.
"You filthy little faggot!" my Dad screamed. I expected him to hit me
again, but was surprised to see him reach down and slowly jack his cock
with it.
He just grinned again and grabbed his slimy shit and vomit covered cock
by the base and waved it at me like a weird treat. "You did it - now
you eat it." He said.
I leaned forward and again began sucking his hard cock into my mouth,
vomit and all.
After a few minutes my Dad was grunting like crazy.
"That's enough," he said pushing me away. "Get your little sister out
of the sink."
I stood up, my hard little cock sticking out between my legs. My Dad
quickly reached out and grabbed it, pulling on it with his large shit
covered hand.
"UUUgh," I moaned as he jerked my cock. "That feels good Dad."
When he stopped, I went over to the sink. My baby sister looked up at
me through a dark brown mask. It was already turning hard and drying on
her face.
I handed her to my Dad who in once quick plunge shoved her down on his
hard 7 inch cock.
My little sister let out a yell that almost split my eardrums.
"AAHHHHHHHH FUCCCKKKKKK YEAH!" my Dad screamed bouncing her up and down
on his cock. Suddenly there was blood and it was coming from my sister.
It began leaking from around his cock shaft and running down my Dad's
hairy balls and into the toilet below.
All the while she was still screaming and crying and I had in the
meantime began jacking off again.
"OOOHHHH GOD YEAH!!! My dad moaned through clenched teeth. "FUCKIN THAT
LITTLE BLOODY ASS BABY CUNT. SHOVE MY HARD FUCKING COCK UP THAT BABY
PUSSY. GONNA FUCK THE GUTS OUT OF IT. FUCK IT TILL IT BLEEDS. GONNA
BLOW A FUCKING HOLE IN THAT TIGHT LITTLE CUNT."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" he screamed one more time and
brutally slammed my baby sister all the way down on his hard cock, the
cords of his neck straining like they were gonna burst.
His legs suddenly kicked straight out as he came, blood shit and cum
erupting everywhere.
"I'M CUUUUUUMMMING!" I screamed as I began shooting as well, blowing my
load all over my Dad and little sister. Some hitting my Dad in the face
as well. He came too in a total explosion of hot fucking blood and cum
mixed with shit. Incest cum.
Suddenly everything came to a stop. I looked down at my Dad. My baby
sister impaled on his fat cock. The water in the bowl below a bright
red.
"Oh fuck," I said as he pulled her off his cock with a sick 'plop'
sound. As he did, runny shit that was red and yellow and white spilled
out of her cunt onto his deflating cock and balls. My Dad simply
dropped her on the floor. She wasn't moaning, wasn't crying, wasn't
doing 'anything'.
My dad just sneered at my horror like he always did.
He nodded and then spread his legs and pointed with his thick finger to
the bloody glob between his legs.
"Lick me clean," he said and smiled.
I just shook my head with disbelief when he grabbed my hair and pushed
my face down between his legs. My mouth opening on his cock and
instinctively pushing out my tongue and wrapping it around his thick
blood coated mushroom head.
"Mmmmmm," that's it kid, "Clean that dirty fucker off. Suck off all
that blood and cum and shit. Make sure you get it nice and clean. Yeah
boy, that's it. Taste your sister's bloody guts on that cock??? You
like that don't you boy?"
By that time I just looked up at him, lost in a daze, my face covered in
a mask of blood.
"Yeah, do it good for Daddy. Get me real clean , ya hear? And maybe I
won't do the same to you."
I did as he said and even pushed his legs apart further and ran my
tongue all over his big hairy balls and then down along his nasty ass
crack.
"OOOOHHHH Fuck YEAH!" my Dad said getting hard again. "Clean out that
fuckin ass. Get all up in there kid."
"That a boy. That feels so fuckin good son."
After I was done cleaning off my Dad to his satisfaction, he simply got
up and left the room. I then turned to look at my baby sister and
suddenly wondered if she was dead. I wondered if my Dad had fucked her
to death. Blood was still running from her pussy that was now a funny
shade of red. I filled the tub with water, bathed her swollen little
pussy, and wondered what my Dad would think of next.
Home. Cathy, fifteen years old, was at home with her brother, Jim,
who is five years her senior. Their parents were out for vacations, and would
be back in a few days. Cathy was in her room doing her homework when she
heard Jim come into the house. As usual Jim ignored her and went directly
into his room. From time to time Cathy would be annoyed that Jim treats her
like a little girl, as if she never grew up, but she's used to it so she just
continued with her chemistry homework.
An hour later she finished the homework for chemistry and decided to
take a break. It was kind of unusual for Jim to be so quiet, no noise was
coming out of his room. Cathy decided to forget about it and continue with
her homework. She was about to begin her English homework when she noticed
that her dictionary was missing. "Damn it. Jim must have taken it without
telling me." Cathy got up and walked out of her room, determined to go to
Jim's room to get the dictionary. As it was her custom she opened the door
without knocking. She started walking in, saying, "Hey, Jim, did you..." She
stopped in mid-sentence and froze. Jim was laying half-naked on his bed, a
pornographic magazine in one hand, and his cock in the other, jerking off.
Embarrassed, horny, angry, Jim panicked. He thought, "My younger
sister, damn it." He dropped the magazine and sat up on his bed. "Come over
here for a second, Cathy. We need to talk."
Embarrassed and a little scared, Cathy stuttered, "No... I... I...
I am... am sorry. I... am... am... leaving." She started turning around and
stepping out of the room.
Confused and angry, Jim shouts at her, "Cathy, stop! Get the fuck
over here now! We have to talk. I mean it!"
Cathy froze in mid step. Jim has never acted like that before. She
started shivering slightly as she slowly turned around to face him. "What do
you want to talk about?"
Still confused and mad, and very horny, Jim said, "Well, you're
younger than I am, so maybe you don't understand these urges. It's just...
You have to understand that... Guys get horny sometimes... and... Well, they
have to relief themselves... by whatever means possible. It's just a fact of
life." Rambling on, Jim suddenly realized that he wanted to grab Cathy and
fuck her. He has never though of her in that way, it is until now that he has
noticed that Cathy has grown up, she is no longer the little girl. He is
seeing her as a mature woman. And her presence is making him even more
aroused. "Cathy, have you ever had sex before or touched yourself?"
"You... you don't have to explain anything. I'm leaving. I did not
see anything. Okay?" Cathy started walking out of the room. "I am leaving.
I'm sorry I interrupted."
"Cathy, get back here!" Jim yelled, as he got off his bed and stood
up, his hard cock hanging out of his boxers. "You don't understand." He
repeated as he caught up with her and grabbing her by her shoulders turned her
towards him, to face him, before she could get too far. "Cathy, listen to me.
And answer my fucking question! Have you had sex before or have you ever
touched yourself?" He asked, unknowingly feeding his own horniness. He
forced her to look into his eyes.
"Let me go." Cathy started to panic as she sees the desire in his
eyes. She has never seen that look in Jim's eyes before. "Okay. No, I never
had sex before. And, yes, I have touched myself. Are you satisfied? Now,
let me go! You are hurting me!"
"I see. So you don't know what it is like, do you? You would
understand if you knew what it was like." Jim said, tightening his grip on
her even further.
"I don't want to understand. Just let me
go, and go back to whatever
it was that you were doing. Please, let me go." Cathy begged, frightened and
panicking.
Jim could feel her trembling in his hands. "Cathy, you can't just
walk away from this. You know what it is like to be horny. You are a fucking
teenager for Christ's sake. And you can't tell me that my cock hanging out
like this doesn't make you horny."
"NO, it doesn't!" Cathy screamed, as she reached up trying to break
free.
"Goddamnit, Cathy! Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?" Jim
said firmly, while pulling her back into his room. He pushed her forcefully
onto his bed. "All women are whores. You can't tell me that you want it any
less than the next slut."
"Jim, stop. I don't want it. Let me go." Cathy started crying,
trying to sit up. "I'm going to tell mom and dad if you don't let me go."
"Mom and dad are not here right now. And beside they won't believe
you. They know you are always lying. You little slut." Jim pushed her back
down.
"I'm not a slut. Let me go. Don't do this. Damn you!"
Jim was becoming angrier and more frustrated, but mainly he was
hornier than ever. He got on top of Cathy, pinning her down beneath him, and
said angrily to her face, "No, Cathy, damn YOU. You are the one who came in
here. You wouldn't have been watching me if you weren't a little slut."
Cathy tried to push him off, but he was stronger and heavier. "I
wasn't watching you. I didn't mean to come in here like that. How was I
supposed to know what you were doing? NOW, let me go!"
Seeing tears running down her cheeks, and feeling her body trembling
under him, Jim could tell that Cathy was afraid, and trying to reassure her,
he said, "Look, Cathy. It's okay. You haven't done anything wrong. We're
not doing anything wrong." And, as he said this, he kissed her gently on the
lips. His hands began moving down to her waist, to feel her. He kissed her
again, this time a little bit longer. Cathy continued to squirm beneath him,
but he's got her pinned down. His hand slowly migrated down, sliding under
the waistband of her shorts, to feel her pubic hair. But, something is
strange. Then Jim had a realization, "You ARE a slut! You're up here
telling me 'NO, no, damn you!' And all the while you're wet as a whore! You
like this don't you? You really do want it."
"NO, please stop. This is wrong. It doesn't matter what either of us
wants. This isn't right. Mom and dad will be mad at both of us. Stop."
Cathy squirmed and twisted around trying to get away.
"What, are you embarrassed now? Embarrassed that your own brother, in
a violent frenzy, cock flying all over the place, can make you horny? Are you
ashamed? Well I don't give a fuck. You're horny, and you want be fucked
right now. And don't try and tell me otherwise." He kissed her harder on the
mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, his hands roaming and probing over
her young, innocent body. "Look, you little slut! Mom and dad are on
vacation, and they won't be home for a couple more days. The fact is that we
are both horny. So why don't you just give into your 'twisted' desires and
acknowledge them as your own. I don't think you have a choice." As he said
this, he started to undress her. His hands slid up her shirt, over her arms,
tossing the shirt onto the floor. "Come on, Cathy. Lighten up and enjoy it.
You might as well..."
Trying hard to control her instincts, Cathy tried not to respond her
brother's kisses and touch. Slowly she felt her own resolution breaking down.
She tries one last time. "Stop, before it is too late. Please, Jim."
"Arrgh, goddamnit Cathy! Don't give me that shit. You're not going
to stop this, no matter what you do. So you might as well just enjoy it." He
continued roaming her body with his hands. He began to unbutton her shorts,
forcefully sliding them off her body and onto the ground as she squirmed
beneath him. Once again, Jim probed around her crotch. "Gosh, Cathy. You're
even wetter than I thought. This is really getting you off, isn't it? Well
don't worry. You many not know what is coming, but you are in for the ride of
your life. On the other hand if you are going to get violent every time you
get horny, you will have a hard time getting fucked except by those kinky
types." Jim laughed at his own attempt at joking. And his hand continued to
feel her crotch, engaging the wetness. Suddenly, in a mad burst of strength,
he ripped off her panties tearing them open down the middle. Cathy's crotch
was exposed now. He tossed the rag that was her panties to the floor.
Cathy turned her head to the side as he ripped her panties off. She
knew that she couldn't stop him. She was sobbing quietly, hoping that this
was just a nightmare and that she'll wake up soon. She turned to look at Jim
again, her eyes full of tears, begging.
"Why would you want this to stop Cathy? You don't want this to stop
or you wouldn't be so fucking wet and horny. You can tell that I don't want
this to stop. My cock wants to pound you and make you squeal like the slut
that you are. So why should we stop? It's pointless to combat your desires."
Saying that, John decided to give her some freedom. He embraced her where
she was, and flipped them over. Now, Cathy was on the top and Jim beneath
her. "Let's test my theory. You are free to get away, if you want. I know
you are wet and you want it. You are free to resist or to indulge your
desires. So what is it going to be?"
Cathy could feel her hard cock against her crotch. She tried to push
herself up to get away, but her hands slipped on the blanket and she falls
back
down right on top of him. She could feel his cock pressing harder on her
crotch.
"There you go. I was right." Jim said, as he moved his hands around
to brace her ass as he position himself underneath her, ready for entry. As
he pushed her downward with his hands, his pelvis thrust upward and inserted
his cock into her tight virgin pussy. "You see? It wasn't so bad, was it?
Do you still want to go away? What does your body say?"
Cathy gasped in pain as she felt his cock enter her. She was still
sobbing, and she ignored his questions. Seeing her distress, Jim moved his
hands from her ass up to her back, and undid her bra, tossing it aside,
freeing her breasts from their constraint. He slowly slid his cock out of her
and pumped it back into her with a slightly harder, firmer thrust. "There,
that is good, isn't it?
Cathy did not answer. She just looked at him, hating Jim for what was
happening.
Seeing her teary eyes, Jim pushed her up so that she was straddling
him, free to ride him as her body dictated. He could see the conflict in her,
her instincts screamed for her to go on while her rational told her that she
shouldn't be with him, her brother. Cathy closed her eyes and said between
sobs, "I hate you. Why did you do this? It hurts."
Seeing and understanding her internal conflict, Jim decided to help
her resolve it. He got out of her, and grabbed her by the waist and pushed
her down, so that she was lying on her stomach. He placed two pillows under
her stomach, raising her ass. Then he got on top of her, straddling her legs,
and reinserted himself into her. He began to pump his hard cock in and out of
her, slowly building up the pace. Cathy was squealing and squirming beneath
him. But all he could do to comfort her is to lean down, kiss her neck and
whisper in her ear. "It's alright. Don't worry. Relax. Doesn't this feel
good?" Cathy's juices were getting all over his pubic hair and balls,
splattering all over the place every time he thrust deep inside her.
Cathy buried her face into the pillow on the bed as Jim picked up
speed. His scrotum swinging like a pendulum, colliding with her pubic hair.
He continued to thrust in and out of her, with more and more power, more
intensity, more fury. Slowly, Cathy's instinct began to win the battle inside
her, taking over her body. She was moaning and sobbing at the same time. The
pillow muffling her sounds. Continuing his sexual ferocity, Jim bend down
covering her body with his, and whispered in her ear, "Do you know what it is
like to cum from a cock inside you? You are going to like it, you little
slut. You're going to love it. And you'll know what it is like really soon."
Jim continued pumping in and out of her, harder and harder, her juices
were flying everywhere. He could feel them dripping down his thighs and
making her crotch glisten. He whispered again. "You are really enjoying this
aren't you? It is okay to moan. Take you face out of the pillow, don't
suffocate yourself. No on will hear you but me." Jim started pounding into
her quicker as he felt himself nearing the edge. "Come on Cathy. I'm going
to cum soon. You are so nice and tight inside. Let's cum together. Don't
you like this? Huh? Talk to me!" Cathy just shook her head and buried her
face deeper into the pillow. She was mad and disgusted at herself for
enjoying this, for nearing the edge, and she wasn't going to let him hear her
moan.
Suddenly, in a mad, rhythmic, pumping fury, he began to enter orgasm.
Cathy felt it, as he collided into her with unmatched power and intensity.
Soon, she felt his warm cum inside her, five large squirts. This pushed Cathy
over the edge and she entered her own orgasm. The pillow muffled a little her
screams, her muscles tense. Then she felt Jim collapsing on top of her,
panting, his cock slowly becoming flaccid. Cathy was still sobbing; the
pillow was covered with her tears and sweat.
Cathy stayed still for a few moments with Jim on top of her. Then she
started squirming, trying to get him off her. Jim rolled to one side and
looked at her naked body. Then he grabbed her by her shoulder and forced her
to turn around to face him. "You see. I was right. I knew you'd like it."
"I hate you." Cathy responded. Then she pushed his hands away and
got up from the bed, running out of the room.
Jim yelled after her, "Mom and dad won't be back for a couple of days.
I'll be here if you want it again." And he laughed as she ran into her room
and slammed it shut.
No *way* am I working for a nigger