The teen threw himself on her. He was hot and brutally hard, his smooth skin slippery with sweat and blood. His prick felt like a steel club between their bellies. It rubbed at her, throbbing, leaking fucklube. The teen's hot mouth closed over her lips, his tongue filling her throat, his sharp teeth gnawing her lips, his breath smothering in the scent of apples.

Oh, God, she prayed. Please help me.

The teen lifted off her, started to get up. Bernice had never felt such a sense of relief. She began to sit up… but her brother was on her again, this time sitting on her tits, this time slamming his cockshaft back and forth across her face. Fucklube got in her eye and she winced, her eye burning and tearing. The teen rammed his prick against her clenched mouth.

"Suck it!" he growled. "Open up!"

She had no choice but to unclench her teeth. She had no doubt that his steel-hard cockshaft would have knocked them out otherwise. As her brother's enormous slab of fuckmeat filled her mouth and throat, her jaws almost dislocated and she nearly vomited. His big prick gagged her, churning against her tonsils. And the smell of it, the taste of it – salty, sweaty, musky – nauseated her.

"Oh, fuck!" the teen muttered. "Suck it!" He humped, pumping his fucker in and out of her spit-leaking mouth, stretching her lips like rubber bands, choking her to death.

Bernice knew she was going to black out. Her brother would choke her to death and would then leave her there, naked and degraded, to rot.

The teen's prick unplugged her throat. Air rushed into her lungs and revived her. Her brother was mercifully climbing off her. The ordeal was over. She relaxed, her tits rising and falling, a faint smile taking hold of her lips.

"Oh, wow!" the teen moaned, and then he was on her again, this time more brutally than before. "Spread 'em! Open up!" He squirmed between her thighs, forcing them apart with his knees, ramming his bone-hard fucker against her exposed crotch again and again.