"Fuck you, Aunt Donna," Tony said, his handsome, boyish face alight with excitement. "Fuck you in every hole you've got!"

"We're going to teachyou a lesson, you sorry cunt!" Mark growled, rubbing his dirty boots all over Donna's beautiful face.

"We're going to teach you what it is that sluts like you are made for. What kind of a dumb cunt are you, wasting a hot body like yours for all these years. You should have been getting fucked since the day your tits started popping out."

Wayne slid the car into a spot on the front row of the drive-in. Mark grabbed Donna by her hair again and hauled her up onto the back seat between him and Tony. While Wayne put the speaker on the door of the car, Mark slammed Donna's head against the rear window a dozen times. By the time he let go of her silky blonde hair Donna was too dazed to do anything but slump weakly between her two nephews.

She looked from boy to boy, unable to believe that these were the ones who would be ripping the cherry she had protected for thirty-one years.

The oldest, Mark, wasn't even a senior yet. He had a square face and dark hair, and in spite of his foul language and rough manner, Donna could see a bright light of intelligence in his eyes. Wayne, looking over the front seat at her, was as blonde as Mark was dark, his chest hairless and bulging with muscles. Tony, the youngest and barely more than a child, had jet black hair and fine, almost delicate features. The three brothers were so different that Donna had often thought they each had a different father. But they were all looking at her with the same lust now.

"Turn on the light," Mark said.

The moment the overhead came on Mark tore open the front of Donna's friliy white blouse. Donna gasped with fear and shock. Mark shredded the blouse from around her shoulders with two more quick jerks of his powerful hands. Donna cried out as her expensive white blouse was torn to rags.