Peggy was unusually quiet at dinner that night.

She avoided her brother's eyes, feeling herself blush when he looked at her. She was certain her mother and father could read her guilt and shame on her face, and she avoided their eyes, too. When dinner was over, she helped her mother with the dishes.

"Something wrong, honey?" her mother asked as they stood at the sink. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"No, Mother," Peggy murmured. "I'm okay."

She felt her mother looking at her, and her cheeks warmed. She hurried through the dishes and fled to her room, knowing her parents would be talking about her. She just knew they could tell what a bad girl she was, could see it on her face, in her eyes, that she had fucked her brother, and in her asshole. They knew exactly where she had taken his cock, she just knew it.

Although she wasn't sleepy, Peggy undressed for bed. The gown was one her parents had given her two months before. It was short, falling only to her hips. She also wore a pair of ruffled panties. The gown was quite sheer, and she had been proud of it. It was her first grown-up gown, she thought.

As she lay in the darkness, she found once more that her mind was dwelling on cocks, and this time it was her brother's cock. She could still feel how it pulsated and throbbed in her hand, the way it felt when he shoved it up her ass. Her asshole should hurt, she thought, but all it did was feel good, feel delicious. She felt her asshole flexing with the remembrance. She remembered the ecstasy she felt, as he fucked her ass. She recalled the words she had called out to him, and her shame deepened.