"No… n-no… this is crazy! I-I can't… let you…!" Her eyes swept the room, desperately. Donnie was there. She looked at him, pleadingly, "Don… D-Donnie… please…"

"Hell… Char… you made up your mind to stay…" he said.

He could have said something different; there was even the possibility that he could have taken her away, but something perverse in him wanted to see his sister trapped, seduced. His own desire for her was too great. Christ! He had to have her, too!

"Don't make such a big scene out of it, doll! It's going to happen… no matter what… so stop fighting it!" Ray leered down into her face, still holding her tight to him.

Suddenly, then, she realized there was nothing she could do. Donnie had refused to help her; he was willing, almost, it seemed to her, to stand by and watch her humiliation and debasement. She stopped struggling and slumped against him, helplessly. Dear God! What have I done…? Her mouth fell open in disbelief that her brother could do this dreadful thing to her.

Then, she felt Ray's searching hands upon her body, moving from her waist to cup and massage the rounded firmness of her buttocks through her light skirt. Her face flamed with shame and embarrassment as his long, lean hands moved intimately over her tense, fear-stricken body. Desperately, she tried once again, "P-Please… let m-me go…"

"Not a chance! You're going to get fucked, now… whether you want to or not! I'm so Goddamned hot I can't wait to get between those hot looking legs of yours!" he grunted, leaning down to capture her mouth with his own.

Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his greater strength, and his lips closed on hers, engulfing her soft, moist lips completely, his tongue lashing between her lips and against her teeth lustingly.