"Nhhhaaaa… Ohhhhhh help, somebody, help!" Her protests were faint gasps now as she felt her brother's passion. He sensed an easy victory now. She knew that he could smell her excitement. And yes, the rub of his body against her soft, white belly and breasts was having an effect on her. But she tried to hold off with her mind. It was wrong, this hungry, bestial lust she felt. It was wrong because they were blood kin. She dug her long nails against his shoulders as he lunged again with his hips. The head of his cock had completely entered her slit now and was forcing open the circle of muscles that surrounded her vagina.

"Howell… don't… don't do it!"

"I'm gonna get you at last," he mumbled, biting the tender areola near a nipple. She arched her back sharply, her nails going deeper in his flesh. Then she felt him lurch again, felt the spreading stretch of her pussy as his flared crown went in. A shudder of utter pleasure went through her. She gasped, gave a cry and fell back on the bed, spit drooling from the side of her mouth. Howell was on her like a tiger then, forcing her long legs apart as he fucked for depth.

"Ahhh… Ohhh Howell!"

Abby felt that she was past caring now. She wanted to resist, but couldn't. The thrills were so intense, the friction of his rigid shaft rubbing past her raped petals indescribably lovely. She was forgetting who it was atop her. Forgetting that it was Howell. She didn't want to know at all.

"Nhuuuh! Oowwwww!"

"You're tight and hot. God, you're wonderful," he gasped, working his cock in and out, deepening his penetration as the skin of his shaft became slackened with her musky juices.

"It hurts… it hurts!" She ground her teeth together, breath hissing between them. But there was no stopping Howell now. He had her soft heat surrounding him now. He wanted more. With a groan he put another inch inside her body and then another. She bucked and wiggled as her insides opened to him. She felt the fullness. She felt that throbbing chunk of meat entering her deepest secret.