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Rumours Ch. 01

By: MzDeviancy



My stories tend toward the nonconsent/taboo side, but I want to be clear that I'm in no way suggesting that the acts in my stories are okay. Forced sex is a fantasy I enjoy and I write for other similarly minded people. Real rape is ugly and sad, and if it's something you're considering acting out you should seek help.

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Alrighty, I've moved this story to nonconsent because it seems to be a little heavy for the incest folk. This story probably sits somewhere around medium nonconsent, as it's not quite hardcore but it does have a bit of violence, so if that bothers you, please move on.

This story also contains racist language. If that kills your porn experience, please move on.

Any feedback is, of course, appreciated. Love it, hate it, whatever, let me know, just tell me why.

All characters are 18+

***

'I'm tellin' you, mate, she swallowed my fuckin' cock whole!' Nathan Palmer, the Dragons' eight-man crowed from atop the bench in the change room where he was holding court.

'Yeah? I heard she was good in the sack. Sometimes I think I'm the only one who hasn't fucked her,' Steven Jones replied offhandedly as he dug through his locker for his cleats.

'I swear to God, man, it was the hottest fuckin' thing. I had to think about Church and me mum to keep from cummin' after thirty seconds!'

'I thought your mum was what you thought about when you wanted to cum!' came a voice from the small crowd of rugby players.

'Fuck you, man!' Nathan shouted back, enjoying being the center of attention. 'Seriously, I told her I heard about her fucking both Davey and Germayne at once, and I asked her if she enjoyed it, and guess what she said!' he paused dramatically, 'She says to me, "Why? Would you be into something like that?" With a big fuckin' smile on her face, too!' Nathan's voice rose in volume as he really got into it, oblivious to Colin having entered the change room.

A couple of his teammates noticed Colin, and quickly turned back to their lockers to get changed. One tried to signal Nathan to shut up, but there was no shutting Nathan up once he got started.

'So I says to her, "Well, if I were, would you do it?" and she goes, "As long as the friend you bring is hot." So seriously, who wants to come fuck Colin's sister with me this weekend? We could make it a team th-AGH!' Nathan choked off into a yelp as Colin yanked him off the bench.

Colin slammed him up against the lockers.

'Colin, man, I thought you were skippin' practice today!'

'My knee felt better, so I decided to come. Surprise, fucker!' Colin grabbed him by the collar and started punching him, over and over, unable to stop.

'Colin! Stop it!' shouted Landon, their team captain, as he tried to pull him off of Nathan.

Nathan's nose was streaming blood, and he'd given up trying to fight back, just covered up, trying to protect his face from more blows. All around the change room there was commotion; guys cheering for Colin, guys cheering for Nathan, guys shouting for them to stop.

Suddenly the door was flung open. 'Okay, what the fuck is goin' on here?' Coach Thompson shouted as he marched into the change room. He quickly hauled Colin off Nathan and dragged him outside into the hallway.

'Let's go to my office, shall we? Get your shit and let's go.' He didn't wait for a reply, simply turned and strode toward his tiny, shabby office.

Colin grabbed his gym bag, and with a final look at a copiously bleeding Nathan, turned and followed after the coach. He sat himself across from Coach Thompson, aching to slam his fist into something.

'This is the third fuckin' time, Colin. What the fuck is the matter with you? I've given you enough bloody special treatment, taken shit for it as a matter of fact, because I think you're an exceptional rugby player, but you keep fuckin' up! Now what the fuck was that shit all about?'

Colin stared moodily at the desk, refusing to answer.

Coach Thompson sighed. 'All right then, Colin. I'm gonna have to suspend you from the team until further notice, and I'll be talkin' to the principal tomorrow morning. You can go now.'

Colin slammed the door on his way out. He glared at the few students who were still clearing out from school as he passed them. He even glared at the custodian.

My own fuckin' friends talkin' shit like that about my sister! he thought angrily. Good thing he was pretty sure he'd broken Nathan's nose.

He threw his bag into his car, and hopped into the driver's seat. When he turned his key in the ignition, the engine coughed, sputtered, and died.

'Fuck!'

He reached into his bag, fishing around for his mobile phone. Then he remembered: he'd left it at home on the charger.

'FUCK!' he shouted.

Well, no way he was going back into the fucking school. His parents could come for the car later. He jumped out, bag slung over his shoulder and began his journey home. England being England, and fate being the cruel bitch it is, the skies opened up on him on the way home. Even at a jog, he ended up running for twenty-five minutes in the pouring rain. It was long enough to nurse his anger.

No one knew Mariana, but they all talked shit about her. Girls hated her because she was prettier than them, and guys just liked to brag that they'd boned her. He wasn't particularly close with his sister, but he loved her and he knew she'd never do the shit these assholes kept saying she did.

He'd asked her before, but she'd assured him that the rumours were all lies. She'd said she didn't know which of her exes had started the talk, but that somehow it had just become the fashion to claim to have fucked her. He'd been a little suspicious still, but then she'd cried. After that, he'd started fucking up any guy he caught talking about her.

His temper had definitely not improved by the time he got to the front door. He wondered who the owner of the familiar-looking car in the driveway was. He shook his wet hair off then flung the door open, setting his bag down with a wet slap. He kicked his shoes off and was about to head up to his room when he noticed another pair of shoes beside Mariana's.

'Mariana!' he shouted, striding into the living room. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his sister frantically pulling on her jeans, while the guy beside her was trying to button his own. Colin glanced behind them to his dad's leather recliner in shock. She'd been getting fucked in their dad's chair!

The worst of it was that the guy was Colin's mate, and he had a girlfriend. He'd been dating the same girl for three years; no way did Mariana not know about it. Colin was absolutely stunned. The temper for which he was famous suddenly deserted him as he realised that all the rumours were quite probably true: his sister was a slut.

Could there be some explanation for this? He stood there dazedly, trying to process it. His mind had been so firmly entrenched in denial for so long that he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

'Colin, do you wanna get the fuck out, please?' Mariana snapped.

Colin just gaped. Not only was she fucking guys in their father's chair, but she didn't even feel bad about it? She didn't seem shocked, or scared, or ashamed, or any of the things she should be!

Colin's temper found its spark, and it was instantly ablaze. He strode over and caught Davey up by the shirt, hauling him toward the door.

'Colin, man, I-' Davey began.

Colin reached the door and gave him a quick shot to the head then shoved him out, tossing his shoes after him.

He turned on his sister, who'd finally realised just how angry he was.

'Colin, what's your problem?' she asked nervously, the obnoxious tone gone now.

His only answer was the stinging slap of his hand across her face, the sound ringing through the living room. Mariana looked stunned as tears welled in her eyes and a red hand print appeared on her cheek.

'How many guys have you fucked?' he demanded.

She looked scared and confused as he kept walking toward her, backing her up. 'You hit me!' she said tremulously, her back bumping against the wall.

'And I'll fuckin' do it again if you don't answer my goddamned question! How many guys?' he shouted in her face.

Tears pooled in her eyes. 'I don't know. Why are you so angry?'

'What the fuck do you mean you don't fuckin' know!' he exclaimed. 'How many fuckin' guys?'

Mariana grew terrified in the face of her brother's temper. 'I'm not sure,' she whispered. 'Maybe twenty-five...thirty?'

Colin's jaw dropped. He was unable to process neither the fact that she was well into the double-digits, nor the fact that she didn't even know the exact number.

He felt light-headed as he thought of the fights he'd gotten into over her reputation, the good friends he'd punched out over them calling her a slut. The fact that he was suspended from the team because of her...he couldn't even feel anger anymore. It was just completely unbelievable to him. Like the men in old tales who dueled and killed countless other men for daring to look at their wives, only to find out the bitches were cuckolding them. She'd made a fucking fool out of him.

'You lied to me...' he said incredulously. 'All those times I asked you why people were saying shit, you told me it wasn't true.'

'Colin...' she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

'"They're just rumours, Colin,"' he mimicked, his face twisted in disgust. 'And I believed you. Beat the shit out of my own friends for you...' He stared at her like she was some sort of insect, small and repugnant.

'I'm sorry! But I knew you wouldn't like it and-'

He turned away and walked upstairs silently, leaving Mariana to stare after him.

***

An hour later, Colin still lay looking at his bedroom ceiling in confusion.

He felt like such an idiot.

His mind kept replaying the image of Davey Jones frantically doing up his pants. So Davey really had been fucking her...fucked her with that nigger Germayne too, by all accounts. Unbidden, he imagined Davey stuffing his pale Welsh cock into Mariana's mouth while Germayne rammed a huge black cock into her from behind.

He groaned, feeling the familiar guilt even as his cock started to harden.

"What the fuck am I feeling guilty about?" he asked himself. "She's a slut!"

All the times he'd felt guilty for having thoughts of touching his seemingly innocent sister, and she was a fucking whore.

It wasn't that he'd expected her to be a virgin - although that hadn't seemed such a distant possibility what with the fact that she'd never really had any serious boyfriends - but he certainly hadn't expected this. She seemed so nice. So normal. But normal girls didn't get fucked by a guy at each end, did they?

He'd never really known how to communicate with her because she'd always been one of those girly girls and he'd always been a foul-mouthed rugby player, but they'd always been nice to each other. They never really fought, and she was always considerate of him; making him extra when she cooked, asking before she took the car - shit like that.

She was a sweet sister, and that was why he'd felt so incredibly guilty for thinking such filthy thoughts about her. That was why he flipped out on anyone who talked bad about her.

Not anymore. He pushed aside the guilt that had sunk its claws into him so long ago, and began stroking his cock.

How big of a slut was she? he wondered. How much did she care who the cock she fucked was attached to?

Fuck, she was so small. Not short, at five foot six, but just tiny. He could probably span her waist with one hand. Those tiny tits of hers would disappear in his big paws. He squeezed his cock absently, then began stroking it leisurely as he imagined how those blue eyes of hers would widen if he touched her the way he'd been wanting to since his first erection.

Those tiny hips of hers...he imagined slamming against them, no longer wracked with guilt over fucking his slender sister so roughly. She could take Germayne's big Jamaican cock, she could take his big white one.

And fuck, would he give it to her.

He became increasingly lost in the fantasy as he grew nearer to orgasm. How would he initiate things? Blackmail briefly crossed his mind, but that only worked in bullshit letters to men's mags. Walk in on her in the shower...no, start wrestling with her and...what the fuck, why was everything turning into a friggin' dirty mag submission?

His problem was that he liked his fantasies to be realistic. He could cum to simple imagery, but it was always a better cum to have a whole fantasy mapped out. He'd actually had times where he couldn't cum because he'd started a fantasy that he hadn't been able to envision a realistic resolution to. He wasn't an overly complex person, but that was one idiosyncrasy he did have.

Sighing, he gave up and returned to images of her getting fucked by Davey and Germayne. Who else had he heard about her getting fucked by? The team's other prop, Marc. That had been a good fight when he'd taken Marc on, Colin grinned to himself. Two props beating the hell out of each other in the tiny change room; a lot of collateral damage had occurred.

Colin wondered at Marc's size with Mariana's tininess. Had Marc hurt her? Or did she just take it like a professional slut? His cock lurched at the idea. He barely even registered the sound of the door opening.

'Colin, we need to...' Mariana trailed off as she caught sight of his large cock being viciously jerked by his monstrous hand.

Colin's hand froze on his twitching cock, and a million thoughts went through his mind, jumbling together and rendering him motionless. Should he cover up? Did she like his cock? Hadn't she ever heard of knocking? Would she know he was thinking about her? The one that surprised him the most was the thought sent straight to his brain courtesy of his cock: what would she do if he didn't cover up and stutter apologies?

'Oh God! I'm so sorry!' Mariana slapped a hand over her eyes, and turned to go out the door.

Without thinking, he muttered, 'Well, it's not like you never saw one before.'

Mariana's hand dropped from her eyes, and she turned to glare at him incredulously. The obvious effort it was taking for her to keep her eyes trained north of his neck only amusing him.

'Pardon me?' she asked in a prissy tone.

Colin felt his anger grow at that tone. Trying to act the outraged virgin now, was she? 'I said, "It's not like you never saw one before." From what I've heard, you've seen quite a few, some of them two at a time.'

She gaped at him. Never before had he said anything like that to her.

Colin smirked at her, but became aware of his cock rapidly withering in his hand. Part of him was relieved: it made it look like he wasn't turned on by her, which of course, he was. But the other part of him didn't feel that a limp wick was nearly so intimidating as a cock at full mast. He started stroking again, making a concerted effort to keep from trailing his eyes all over her body.

'What the fuck are you doing!' Mariana exclaimed, covering her eyes again. 'I know you're not tossin' yourself while your sister is in the room!'

'I'm doing what I was doing in the privacy of my own room before you barged in without knocking! Or is this what you were hoping to see, Sis? You've tried every other kink, why not go after your brother's cock too, eh?' He smiled maliciously at her, squeezing the top of his shaft.

'You're a fuckin' pervert!' she screamed as she stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Colin relaxed against his pillows, tried to get his cock back to the level of excitement he'd been at before Mariana had come in. He stroked. He fantasised. He squeezed his sac. Nope. Wasn't happening.

He heaved a sigh and got up to search for some briefs.

Well, at least he knew he hadn't been wasting time with a faulty fantasy: one glance at his cock had definitely not brought her to her knees.

***

Mariana slammed the door to her bedroom. She was literally vibrating with rage. And something else. But she didn't want to explore the something else. No, much better to leave the something else unexplored.

Unbidden, an image of Colin's cock popped into her mind. Jesus. She'd imagined him being well-endowed, but imagining and actually seeing were two very different things, weren't they?

She collapsed onto her bed and hugged a throw pillow to herself.

How could he do that in front of her? She shivered. In revulsion. At least, she tried to tell herself it was revulsion.

Her pussy throbbed, and wetness dribbled down her slit into her crack. Okay, so it wasn't revulsion.

She reached down a hand to stroke herself through her jeans. Her hand froze. What was she doing? It was a big leap to go from harmless fantasies once in a while about her big brother, to fingering herself with a clear picture in her mind of his cock. Wasn't it?

She groaned and thrashed her head back against the pillows. Was it any different really? Her pussy throbbed in answer, as if trying to express its opinion that this fantasy was also harmless and she should indulge in a finger-fucking as soon as possible.

Her clit was aching, and her cunt desperate to have something fill it, and Mariana caved. She quickly undid her jeans, rolling them down her legs. Her fingers quickly found her clit and started rubbing frantically. The fingers of her other hand teased her slit, hinting at - but not achieving - penetration.

God. What would he have done if she'd just walked over and grabbed his cock? Said something slutty like, "I'll take care of that for you". She grinned at the cheesy line. It was cheesy, but that wouldn't matter to a guy.

Over the years, Mariana had come to know one thing with absolute certainty: men were dogs. Rub their tummies and their leg twitches. She could walk up to any guy and take out his cock and overcome all his half-hearted objections about having a girlfriend or a wife or being a priest. But incest was pretty big. Would her brother have pushed her away? she wondered.

She gave up teasing herself and plunged a pair of fingers inside her cunt, still sore from her earlier fucking. In her dad's chair. That had been hot; she loved to do nasty shit like that. She'd fucked on both her parents and her brother's bed.

Davey wasn't big, but he was a very naughty boy. He knew lots of different positions, loved cheating on his girlfriend, and had more than a couple of friends into threesomes. Mariana's first threesome had been with Davey and some Yankee girl. Then her second had been with him and another Welsh guy. After that, Mariana had been bold enough to make threesomes happen for herself, but she always loved fucking Davey. And he always loved bringing new people to come play.

She moaned as she pinched her clit with her other hand. Her cunt was gushing, her thrusting fingers were now completely soaked with juices rolling down her hand. She teased and rolled her clit, stimulating it without giving it quite the pressure it was demanding.

Colin's face came to her unbidden. Instantly, her fantasy switched to that enormous cock of his. His body wasn't bad either. He was, in reality, every woman's wet dream. Large, hot, and a little bit savage. He would be rough in bed, she instinctively knew. Her brother had always been one of those rough and tumble boys into every violent sport, fighting all the time, accidentally hurting the girls he liked when he teased them. He was just incapable of gentleness, which was fine by Mariana; that was how she liked it. Roughness to her equated to a male's inability to control his desire for her, and was therefore extremely hot.

It still really pissed her off - and hurt her feelings, too, if she were inclined to be honest - that he'd slapped her though, and that anger intruded on her fantasy, quickly melding and becoming part of it. She would tie him up, lick him all over, suckle those lovely male bits of his, then leave him to cool off 'til morning. She smiled at the thought. Then, after he'd had time to think about the error of his ways, she'd fuck him.


Rumours Ch. 01



She imagined walking in on him in the morning, his cock sore from being aroused for hours then abandoned. She'd give him a gentle blowjob to make up for having to teach him a lesson and as an apology for lying to him, then climb on top and slide down that huge pole of his. Her clit started spasming as she vividly pictured herself riding her brother. She moaned as she came, arching up into her talented fingers.

The spasms subsided, and the fantasy vanished. And that's all it was - a fantasy.

***

Colin glared across the table at Mariana, who looked at him dismissively then went back to her cereal. She'd been studiously ignoring him since he'd opened his door to her knock that morning and pushed past her with just an "Excuse me, slut".

'So, we can expect a call from your principal today then, Colin?' his father asked, displeasure evident in his tone.

Colin turned his glare on his dad. 'That's what I told you last night, didn't I?'

His father's lips thinned. 'Don't take that tone with me, Colin. I'm not one of those tenderhearted fathers who won't tan their son's hide if he starts gettin' too big for his britches.'

Colin rolled his eyes. His dad was still a large man, but Colin was large, young, and athletic compared to his father's just large. 'Dad, you're fifty. Give it a rest.'

'Oh, Dad, pay no attention to him. Colin's just going through his teenage boy phase,' Mariana said sweetly. 'At least I still respect you.'

'That you do, darling. At least one of the fruit of my loins hasn't gone rotten,' Ian said, going back to his newspaper.

Mariana smiled maliciously at Colin.

Colin opened his mouth to tell her off, but lost focus when his mum bustled up beside him and started scooping food onto his plate.

'You really shouldn't fight so much, dear. You make it look like your father and I are neglectful parents.'

'Sorry, Mum.' Colin stuffed a hard-boiled egg in his mouth.

'Dear, do try eating one bite at a time,' his mother said resignedly.

'Mum, you're making the mistake of assuming Colin's capable of acting like a civilised human being,' Mariana piped up, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder and smiling snidely at him.

Colin's chair screeched backward as he lurched up and leaned forward, planting his palms on the table and getting as much in his sister's face as possible. 'Listen to me, you little slut, yesterday was the last time I get in a fight defending you when some guy starts talkin' about how big a fuckin' whore you are!'

Their parents gaped for a moment, then Ian jumped up and grabbed Colin by the collar as he tried to exit the room. Colin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly turned and plowed his father into the wall. Ian just stared at his son in shock. Colin had a temper, but he was never so disrespectful to his family.

'What the hell is going on with you, boy?'

Colin was tempted, so tempted, to fuck Mariana over right there...in the end, he just shrugged. 'There's just been a lot of rumours, Dad. It's just hard dealing with this high school bullshit.'

Ian was still shaken at the realisation that his son could now take him - a reality he should have known, but hadn't been ready to accept. He shook his head slowly. 'Well, whatever they say, you can't go on like this, Colin. You're a good boy, but you need to get your fuckin' temper under control.'

Colin nodded tightly, flicked a disdainful glance at Mariana in the kitchen, and turned to head out the door.

'Wait just a second, boyo. You're driving your sister to school.' Ian's eyes glinted. He might not be able to physically intimidate his son anymore, but he sure as hell held the purse strings.

'Dad-'

'You're taking her to school.'

'Fine!' Colin turned to Mariana. 'Get the hell ready then!'

'Don't talk to your sister like that!'

Colin slammed the door on his way out. Once in the car, he stared fumingly out the windshield, his anger reinforcing and amplifying itself. He just wanted to hurt her so badly...

The door opened, and Mariana slid in. 'Congratulations, asshole. It'll be a miracle if Dad doesn't kick you out by the end of the week.'

Colin put the car in reverse, ignoring her.

'Although, as I told Dad, what can you really expect from a woman-beater?'

Colin continued ignoring her. Mariana wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to continue picking away. So she picked an area in which she knew Colin was vulnerable.

'It's really not your fault though, Colin. You can't help being the size of a moose and equally lacking in the brains department,' she said, her voice dripping molasses.

Colin continued ignoring her, now pulling out of their neighbourhood. Mariana frowned. She'd really thought that one would get to him. Colin had always been a bit insecure about his size and his learning difficulties. The funny thing was, Mariana was the number one believer that his learning disability camouflaged a very sharp mind, and as for his size...well, Mariana couldn't even imagine what woman wouldn't find her brother attractive. But she was still pissed off, and she didn't mind being a bitch when she was pissed off.

Maybe she should apologize, she thought as she nibbled her lower lip. but he owed her an apology too for hitting her and calling her a slut.

...Well, maybe not for calling her a slut. She sighed unhappily. Everything had just gotten so complicated.

Mariana was so lost in her own thoughts and focused on Colin that she didn't notice they weren't headed toward their school. Colin had pulled off in a deserted industrial area.

Before she could even ask him what was going on, he turned and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to hurt.

'Listen up, bitch, I might not be able to do anything to you, but I can get you fucked up very badly. Sara's not exactly known for being reasonable with girls who even look at Davey - just think what she'd do to you if I told her you've been fucking him three ways from Sunday.' His fingers tightened on her neck, and Mariana struggled to breathe and not to panic.

'You're going to smarten the fuck up with me, or I'm going to go have a chat with Sara, and give her my blessing to teach you not to fuck with other girls' boyfriends. Got it?'

Mariana nodded as much as she could, and gasped for air when he released her just as suddenly as he'd grabbed her. Her hand shot to her throat. She couldn't believe this whole side of him. He was fucking insane.

'Good.' He started off again, and they made the rest of the trip to school in silence.

***

Mariana lay on the couch, feeling miserable. Maybe this was all her doing. She'd known that Colin was fighting over her reputation, and she'd found it amusing, thinking it really none of his business. She'd felt guilty about his fights with his friends, but she'd rationalised to herself that if they were the kind of people who would talk like that about his sister, then they weren't the kind of people he should be friends with anyway. She winced as the lameness of that rationalisation truly hit her for the first time.

And now...now, he'd been suspended from rugby. Rugby was not only Colin's dream for the future and probable ticket into college, it was the focus that kept him for the mostpart out of shit. And he'd lost that because of her.

Really, no wonder he was angry. She'd let him go on thinking she needed him to defend her from the rumours, when in reality she didn't really care. She just hadn't really wanted to talk to Colin about it, hadn't wanted to see the disapproval in his eyes.

It was also really gnawing at her was the way she'd picked at his own insecurities this morning. That had been inexcusable.

She signed. She was going to have to go apologise.

She climbed the stairs and went to Colin's door, but this time she made a point of knocking. Once was an accident, twice was wanting to see her brother jerk off.

'What?'

'Can I come in?'

There was a pause. 'Why not?'

She opened the door, and her jaw dropped as she found Colin in the same position as yesterday: nude, hard, and stroking himself. This time there was muted porn on the television in the corner of the room.

Mariana spun around and slammed the door on her way out.

Wait...fuck that! She flung the door back open.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?'

Colin smiled at her sardonically. 'Shouldn't you know after seeing thirty cocks?' He gripped his shaft around the base with his other hand.

'I mean why the hell would you tell me to come in here while you're doing...THAT!' Her gaze dropped downward involuntarily for a second before she wrenched it back up. 'And quit doing that while I'm in here!'

'It's my room. I'll do what I please.' He continued stroking.

Mariana's mouth went dry. 'Why did you tell me to come in while you're doing that though?'

'Doing what?' he asked, amusement evident in his tone.

Mariana's body felt aflame with embarrassment. 'Jerking off, asshole!'

'Oh good, you know what it's called. If I'm gonna have a slut for a sister, at least she should be a good slut, right? And what kind of slut doesn't know what it's called when a guy strokes his prick?'

Mariana stood there dumbfounded.

'Not a very good slut, that's for sure.'

Tears pricked her eyes. 'Are you doing this to punish me?'

His hand stilled on his cock, and his eyes narrowed. 'No. It's not a punishment, Mare. I just have no respect for whores, and now that I know you are one, I have no respect for you. I wouldn't jerk off in front of a decent girl with morals, but since you're not one of those, I feel free to do what I please. And right now, this pleases me.' He waved his cock at her.

Mariana's legs shook as she turned to leave. She'd always known Colin had a temper, but now he was behaving like a lunatic.

'Don't wanna watch some porn with me, Mariana?'

She turned to look at him with dull eyes before closing the door behind herself.

She heard him call out: 'Thought sluts liked porn!'

***

Inside his bedroom, Colin's heart raced.

What the fuck was he doing? He couldn't do this to Mariana, could he? But it had just been irresistible when he'd heard her voice. He was still so angry with her, and...he'd wanted her to see him. And then...and then what? He had no plan. Unless creeping his sister out and probably having her tell his parents that he was a pervert counted as a plan.

He released his cock and watched it wither slowly. He'd had to choke it around the base just to keep hard this time. It was exciting to jerk off in front of her, but it also turned on all the doubts in his head.

Seriously...what the hell was he doing? It was like he couldn't even help it! He'd always had impulse control problems, but now it felt like he was losing his mind.

He groaned as he heard her door slam.

***

Mariana slammed the door shut to her room, quickly yanking her new dildo out of the drawer. She knew she must be sick, because of all the tumultuous feelings inside her at the moment, arousal was the most prevalent. She hurriedly kicked off her pants and flopped on her bed, opening her legs wide and plunging the rubber cock inside.

'Fucking bastard,' she muttered as she fucked herself to images of his cock.

***

For the next week after that, Mariana took every opportunity she could to avoid Colin and be out of the house, and Colin took every opportunity he could to show her his cock. And what a cock. It was no less impressive limp and glistening as Colin walked back to his room naked after a shower. Nor when the thick head was just peeking out from his boxers as he lay there watching TV.

Much as Mariana was consciously trying to avoid him, she very much feared that her subconscious was driving her to try and see her brother's cock at every chance. And the smug bastard was laughing at her. Every time he saw her look, he smirked at her knowingly.

She was completely, utterly sick of this. Every time she saw it, she obsessed about it for hours. Every time she didn't see it, she'd obsess about why she hadn't. She was coveting her brother's cock. She was dreaming about her brother's cock, both day and night. She was mentally ill.

It was Friday again, and Mariana was lying on her bed banging herself for the fourth time that day. She furiously jammed the dildo inside her, fantasising about furiously jamming Colin's cock inside her. Also thinking about how much she hated him. It was amazing how she'd come to master doing both at once in the last week.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she came. She finally withdrew the silicone cock, and lay there staring at her ceiling.

She'd turned down all offers to go out tonight, because she was losing her mind. She'd zone out in the middle of school, in the middle of movies, in the middle of conversations. The hysterical thought that people would know what she was thinking about kept bubbling to the forefront of her mind, making her scared to even attempt to talk to anyone. Things had gone well beyond acceptable. What she needed to do was take back control.

That was it! She'd take charge of this little game Colin was playing. He was just punishing her by flaunting himself like this, so she'd take away the power she'd given him. She was going to be completely cool about it. Unflappable, until he got sick of it.

She tugged on her pants and headed to Colin's room. Outside his door, she heard the sounds of enthusiastic porn stars, and she hesitated. He'd stopped muting the porn when he knew she was home. No doubt he'd watch it in the living room and wank off right there if there were no possibility of their mother coming home early.

She steeled herself, and opened the door. There he lay, jerking off again. She fought her embarrassment and ran her eyes over his body, allowing herself the leisure of a good look.

'Can't get enough of it, eh, sis?' he smirked.

Mariana tamped down her anger, and smiled sweetly. 'Well, I figured if you're gonna go around flaunting it, I may as well get used to it. Besides, I thought I might watch some of your porn.'

Colin's smirk wavered and uncertainty flashed in his eyes. 'Have a seat.'

She sat, but couldn't recline against the hard, oddly shaped headboard. 'Scoot over, I need some pillow.'

Colin glanced at her unsurely as he moved over to make room for her. Mariana propped herself up against the pillows, whereas he'd lain down and only elevated his head and shoulders; his face was level with her breast. She smiled.

She fought the urge to simply watch Colin as he resumed stroking his cock, forcibly gluing her eyes to the TV. She actually didn't mind porn once in a while, and this one wasn't bad at all. It was an amateur film apparently, judging by the laughter and raucous comments. One little white girl getting fucked by four big black men. Mariana felt her pussy twitch in jealousy.

'Liking it, Mare?' Colin asked, that aggravating smirk on his face again.

'Yes, actually.' She paused, trying to think of something smart to say. 'I love seeing small women get fucked by big men.' Oh, God. Where the hell had that come from?

Colin's head jerked to look at her, and he was momentarily transfixed by her breast staring him in the face. He'd dated enough small-chested girls that she knew he liked small tits.

'I'm up here, Colin. Although, I suppose you can have a conversation with my tit if you really want.' Mariana grinned as Colin glanced up sharply.

Colin glared at her, then his eyebrows lifted. 'You're not horny?'

'Well, I'm definitely affected by the movie, if that's what you're asking,' Mariana said, trying to keep the nervous tremor from her voice.

Colin smirked. 'So why aren't you taking care of it?' He gave his cock a deliberate fisting stroke.

Bastard. He really thought he was clever, didn't he? Thought she'd pussy out now...Mariana smiled and unfastened her jeans. 'You're right. I was trying to be considerate, but what with our new relationship and all, I suppose I shouldn't worry about offending you.' She slid her hand into her jeans, deliberately slowly.

Colin's eyes tracked her movement, and his cock seemed to pulse in his hand.

She let out a little noise as her fingers reached her swollen clit. She didn't know what she was doing. Had she gone too far? She turned to look at Colin, and found him watching her hand, his own hand stilled on his cock. His gaze was overwhelming, and she needed him to look away, or she knew she'd be running out of here, and he'd have won.

'I've been thinking about it, and, I mean, it's really quite a natural thing, isn't it? I mean, it would be weird if we enjoyed looking at each other, or if we did anything to each other,' she rambled. 'But watching porn and wanking together is fine. It'll be like we're just good buddies or something, right?'

Colin looked up at her, then turned his face away to return to the porn. Mariana's breath returned to her. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, pinching her fat clit and rolling it.

***

Colin couldn't believe what was happening. He'd just been trying to get Mariana to back down and fuck off. Now he was in danger shooting a load so hard he bathed them both in it. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, including those early pubescent hard-ons that had seemed on the verge of explosion. It pulsed in his hand, screaming for release.

She was so close he could smell the shampoo she used, that Strawberries N Cream stuff that she was always moving his razor to make room for. He watched Mariana's fingers out of the corner of his eye. God. She was really frigging herself while she was right there beside him.

Before he could stop himself, he asked, 'Wouldn't it be easier without your trousers on?'

She withdrew her fingers, and the tangy scent of pussy filled Colin's nostrils. He gripped his cock hard around the base, trying not to embarrass himself as she wordlessly slid her jeans down her legs. She hadn't been wearing panties.

She rested one leg beside his, knee slightly bent, and spread the other one outward. In that moment, Colin would have willingly broken a finger just to see the view from in front of her.

***

Mariana swallowed hard, and resumed playing with her clit. This was all so wild. Her clit thundered between her fingers, so close to shattering between her pressing fingertips. She closed her eyes to block out Colin, but her leg was touching his, and even if it hadn't been, she could feel him there, watching her, incinerating her with his eyes.

She heard a loud moan from the TV, the small girl being filled up completely. Mariana surrendered and plunged her fingers inside her pussy, thrusting in and out wildly as she frantically rubbed her clit. Her body was burning up, everything from her face, to her nipples, to her toes was on fire. Her legs automatically sought to widen, and she lifted her leg and placed her foot between Colin's legs. His coarse hair brushed her ankle, jolting her heightened senses.

Suddenly all the sensation exploded, the release raging like a fire throughout her entire body. She nearly screamed with the force of it, her throat strangling on the cry as she tried to hide the intensity of her orgasm. One second she was coming down from her orgasm, the next she was looking at Colin's cock being jerked furiously in front of her lips.

He gripped her by the cheeks hard, digging his thumb and fingers in, and forcing her to open her mouth. Salty streams of semen landed on her tongue, pooling in her mouth and dribbling over her lips as he refused to allow her to close her mouth. Finally he released her, and she snapped her mouth closed, swallowing his sperm without thinking. Colin painted her lips with the last of his cum, then collapsed to the side of her.

Mariana stared at the ceiling in shock. So much for taking the power back.

***

The incident in Colin's bedroom, as Mariana had come to think of it, marked the beginning of the collapse of her life.




Rumours Ch. 01



She'd swallowed her brother's semen - that thought kept circulating through her mind over and over again. She left the house on Friday night, and managed to stay away completely until Sunday evening. Her parents didn't mind her impromptu sleepovers on weekends, but there was still the no sleepovers on weekdays rule in their house.

Sunday night at dinner, Colin was as quiet as she was. However, the next day saw him do a one-eighty. Back to Colin the Shithead.

It was hard to believe she was sitting there worrying about her immortal soul, and he was back to flashing his cock at her. Incest was a pretty big deal - witness the hideous dark circles under her eyes - but Colin had literally gotten over it over the weekend. Not only had he gotten over it, he now watched Mariana with eyes that could only be described as hungry.

Mariana was open-minded, but swallowing her brother's sperm...she spent the next week alternately in tears, in a zombie-like state, and masturbating herself furiously while hating both herself and him. The thing was, she could no longer come to anything except her brother's image.

She tried; when the tingling in her cunt began, she tried to quell it. When that failed, she tried to tell herself she just needed cock, to fantasise about anyone but him. But it wouldn't work. All she had to do was remember the salty streams of semen he'd pumped into her mouth, and she felt that sickening arousal that seemed to spread like fire. It was disgusting.

It was also giving her the best orgasms she'd ever had in her life.

She'd taken to locking herself inside her room as soon as she got home from school, putting on music and cranking it up so she couldn't hear the sounds of her brother beating off to porn. She'd pleaded headaches and stomach aches every night this week so she didn't have to go to dinner. Her parents were getting very worried about her, but Mariana couldn't bring herself to care.

Mariana woke up on Saturday morning feeling numb, sleep having not quite washed the empty feeling of anxiety from her body. She looked toward her clock, and her heart began pumping wildly as she saw Colin there, inside her room. His eyes excited every part of her body that his gaze passed over. If the eyes were a window to what a person was really thinking, then Colin was doing some very dirty things to her in his mind.

She wanted to say something - a thousand possible opening lines ran through her mind, some of them cutting, some of them angry, some of them fearful - but she remained silent, waiting for him to speak.

'Good news and bad news, Sis. Bad news is some friend of Mum and Dad's just got hit by a car - might be dying, in fact - and they left a couple of hours ago to get on the train for Paignton. They didn't want to wake you up 'cause you've been feeling so poorly lately.' He smirked at her knowingly.

'Now, the good news is they'll be gone the whole weekend, and they left me in charge.'

Mariana jerked upright, clutching her comforter to her chest. She was wearing a tank top, but she was suddenly struck with a modesty she'd never before felt. Colin was smiling at her like it was a foregone conclusion that this weekend would be used to engage in more debauchery.

'Colin,' she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. 'You know that what happened before isn't going to happen again, right?'

There was no change in his expression. 'Really? You think so?'

'I know so. It takes two to tango, and I'm not doing that again,' she said firmly, feeling better than she had all week running away from him.

He stepped toward her, and Mariana couldn't help but shrink away as he approached the bed. He dropped down on the side of her bed casually, much like a normal brother would. Except for the fact that his eyes roved over her in a decidedly unbrotherly way.

She twitched in fear when he reached out. He grabbed the comforter, tugging at it harder and harder until he yanked it from her grasp.

'Colin...don't...'

He placed a surprisingly gentle hand on her chest and pushed her back down. 'You forgot already that I'm in charge, Mariana?' He rolled on top of her, nuzzling her neck. 'Fuck, you smell good.'

Her eyelids drooped, and a low buzzing started in her clit at the feeling of his warm breath on her neck. 'Colin...stop,' she said, but all firmness was gone.

'Stop what?' he asked, right before placing a rough open-mouthed kiss just above her pulse.

A distant part of Mariana's mind was horrified at what was happening - at what was probably going to happen - but that fraction of herself was nothing compared to the majority; the majority which had her writhing underneath her brother, bucking her hips up against his.

'Fuck,' Colin growled, tearing his lips away from her neck. 'You're a horny little slut, aren't you?'

She couldn't even think to respond as Colin slid down the straps of her tank top, leaving them at her sides, only caring about baring her breasts. Her voice broke on a moan as he sucked her nipple into his demanding mouth. His hand was suddenly between her legs, pressing against her through the damp fabric of her small girl boxers.

His mouth was tugging on her nipple hard, pleasuring her while causing her pain. She could feel it bruising under his rough mouth. It hurt, and yet her other nipple tightened in jealousy, wanting the same treatment. Mariana cried and arched up into his palm. He obligingly moved to her other nipple, suckling it in the same savage manner as he had the other one.

She suddenly remembered one time in the girls' locker room - when Colin had been dating a girl the same age as Mariana - and all the girls had started making fun of Heather for the bruises all over her chest. Heather had told them to sod off, but lingered in her nudity, rather proudly showing off her bruises. When she'd taken off her bottoms to change into her shorts, she'd had a set of five bruises on each thigh; bruises the size and shape of a finger.

Colin gripped the breast he was suckling, and Mariana understood where those bruises had come from. And why Heather hadn't minded getting them. She arched up like a little cat as his tongue swirled over her nipple, momentarily soothing the swelling he'd created.

Colin's other thick wrist stretched out the leg-hole of her boxers as he reached inside them. He grabbed them by the crotch, knuckles brushing against her melting pussy, and pulled the boxers down her legs. He quickly jerked down his own pants and resettled himself between her legs, this time with no barrier to protect her little cunt.

'Whoa!' Mariana said, snapping to attention, trying to pull her mind from the hazy fog muddling it. 'No!' she said, shoving at his chest.

'Shut up, Mariana,' Colin said amicably as he adjusted himself so that he was at her gate.

'Colin,' Mariana ground out, even as he got his cock head to the right spot. 'This is going too-' She didn't get the chance to finish, keening loudly instead as he pushed inside her.

'Fuckin' hell you're tight,' Colin groaned as he worked his way inside his sister.

Mariana didn't attempt to answer - she was too busy trying to accommodate her brother's girth. She moaned as he hit her cervix. She hadn't had a cock this big since she'd fucked Germayne; that had been months ago and he'd nearly ripped her open.

***

Colin gritted his teeth and held still as he bottomed out, trying to keep from cumming on the spot. He'd finally gotten inside his sister, and he was going to make it fuckin' last. Not that there wouldn't be a next time - he'd already decided that there would be a lot of next times - but he was going to make this first time all he'd been dreaming about.

He started slow strokes, barely restraining himself as Mariana's tight little puss clasped at him. He reached back and hooked an arm under each knee, bending back and spreading her legs. The new position opened her up completely to him, and he couldn't help but give her a few initial jackhammer thrusts.

'Colin,' she moaned, not even sure what she wanted to say. She knew this was wrong, but for her life, she couldn't remember why at the moment. Her hands found his broad chest and stroked over it through the cotton material of his T-shirt of their own volition.

Colin leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, opening them forcibly even though he received little resistance. His tongue found hers and immediately took control of it, thrusting against it in time with the thrusts of his hips. He drew back and sucked her lower lip into his mouth, crowing in his mind that the perfect cock-sucking mouth he'd fantasised about so many times now belonged to him.

After only a minute his cock was rythmically spasming, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off any longer. He thrust his tongue back into Mariana's mouth and began pounding away at her. He brought her knees up to her chest and pushed himself up on the backs of her thighs, still tangling his tongue with hers. He finally broke away from her lips, and jerked into her violently, eyes rolling back into his head.

Mariana started coming right before him, tears stinging her eyes at the intensity of the whole thing. She hauled his head back down to hers frantically, melding her mouth to his. Her pussy squelched as it clamped down on him, pulling him into her no less hard than he was hammering at her. She screamed into his mouth as she came, hips bucking up at him frenziedly.

When Colin let go, they both felt it; his cock swelled even larger, then spurted into her four hot streams of semen. His hips jerked against hers in the aftermath of his orgasm, his body trying to squeeze out every last drop of cum. He collapsed against her.

After a long moment, he raised his head. 'Are you on birth control?'

Mariana looked up at him dazedly. 'Yes.'

'Good.' He rolled off her and yanked up his trousers, then turned and walked out of the room.

***

Back in his own room, Colin lay back on his bed and stared into space. He knew he had to get back to Mariana before she did anything like call their parents - or the police, for that matter - but for now he needed to revel in it.

He'd fucked her. And Lord, it had been as good as he'd ever imagined.

Plus, she'd obviously wanted it too. He'd seen the looks she'd been flashing at his cock all week. He'd heard sounds suspiciously like pussy squelching when she'd run into her room after he flashed her. She wanted it. So it was okay, right?

He tamped down the worries and guilt that threatened to intrude on his satisfaction. He'd done it, it was great, he was going to do it again. End of story.

***

Mariana sat down on her bed, numb to her hair dripping down the back of her bathrobe. She'd nearly scrubbed herself raw, and she still didn't feel clean. She also couldn't do anything about the darkened patches of bruises left behind by Colin. She wrapped her arms around herself and started crying.

The phone rang and she looked at the brightly lit number of her mother's cellphone flashing on the display. She tried to take a deep breath as she answered. She'd tell her mum, then they'd throw Colin out, or put him in jail or something.

'Mum?'

'Yes, dear?' her mother asked anxiously at Mariana's quivering voice.

And that was all it took: Mariana started balling, trying futilely to quiet her gasping sobs, to get out what Colin had done.

'Mariana? Darling, I can't understand you! Slow down, breathe deeply.'

Mariana pushed out a breath forcibly. 'Mom, Colin-' she cut herself off as she glanced up to find Colin standing in her doorway, looking as threatening as he ever had.

Colin's body went taut as he watched her, knowing she was about to ruin his life in one hysterical moment. He strode over and yanked the phone out of her hand. 'Mum?'

'Colin! What in the world is going on with Mariana?'

'She's been having some really bad woman's problems, Mum. I'm taking her to the doctor right now.' His eyes drilled into Mariana's, daring her to contradict him.

'Should we come home?'

Colin laughed. 'No, Mum. It's just female problems, not anything serious. We're just going to get her some meds that'll help quiet her mood swings and stop her cramps.'

'Well, if you're sure...' Linda said uncertainly.

'We're sure. How's your friend?'

She sighed. 'They're still not sure if he'll make it. He's been on life support for hours now. They just keep telling us they don't know yet and they'll let us know as soon as they do. Poor Elizabeth is heartbroken.'

'We'll pray for him, Mum,' Colin grinned ironically at Mariana, who glared back at him. 'We've gotta go get Mariana fixed up now, but we'll call you later.'

'All right. Bye, dear.'

'Bye, Mum.' He clicked off the phone.

Mariana barely refrained from screaming as he gripped her by the hair painfully. Her eyes stung as he nearly ripped the hairs from her scalp.

'Don't do that again.'

She nodded as much as she could with her head yanked back uncomfortably.

He glared at her. 'You know you wanted it. Don't be a hypocrite and try and pin this all on me.' He released her. 'Let's go have breakfast.'

It turned out that what Colin had meant was that she was making breakfast. Mariana set about cooking without protest for the simple reason that she was becoming more than a little frightened of her brother. She set down his plate and moved to take her into the living room.

'Sit down with me, Mare.'

She turned and sat without a word. She quickly got lost in her own thoughts, glancing up at him occasionally while he read the paper. Every time she expected him to be somehow uglier for what he'd done - what he was doing - but every time she found him just as good looking as ever.

Colin finished his breakfast and glanced up at her. 'You not hungry?'

She looked up from pushing her food around her plate and shook her head.

'Come here, then.'

Mariana started to shake her head, then realised he'd probably just force her anyway. She came to stand beside him as he pushed his chair back. His hand came up to her ass, kneading the flesh that was taut with the tension that had claimed her entire body.

'I heard you give really good blowjobs, Mariana.'

As she understood where this was going, she wanted to vomit. And a small ignominious part of her that she refused to acknowledge felt something far removed from nausea.

'Get down and suck me. Now.' His voice was absolutely casual in its firmness, like a parent offhandedly telling their kid to do this or that.

Mariana eyed the phone in its cradle on the counter. Her eyes flitted back to Colin, and she found him watching her with narrowed eyes.

'Try it,' he whispered menacingly.

She dropped to her knees, studiously avoiding looking at his face, for the smirk she was sure he wore. She brought her hands up to his jeans and hesitated; somehow this seemed like such an intimate act, unfastening someone's trousers. It was something she'd never thought of, but it now sent a burning shame through her as she unbuttoned and unzipped her brother's trousers.

When she pulled down his trousers and briefs, his cock sprang up, stiff, swollen, and scarlet red with arousal. It seemed larger from her place on the floor looking up at him. When she hesitated, he cupped a firm hand behind her head and pulled her to him. Her mouth stayed closed resistantly for a second as his cockhead nudged her lips, but when her mind remained blank as to why she shouldn't cooperate, she opened for him. Her mind was numb, so her body took over, sliding her mouth down his pole, swirling her tongue along the way to bottom.

Colin groaned, and Mariana felt a weak smile tug at her lips, stretched around his cock as they were. All wrongness of this aside, she gave great blowjobs, and she decided to direct her energies toward giving her brother one, instead of thinking about the wrongness of it.

She laved every inch of cock, running her tongue over the pumping veins. He spasmed inside her mouth, groaning when she did things that felt especially good. She massaged his sac, rolling his balls in her hand, lightly squeezing them before releasing his cock and moving down to take them in her mouth. She lightly sucked and ran her tongue enthusiastically all over his neatly trimmed sac, his hair short enough that she made contact with a good deal of skin. She lost herself in pleasing him, forgetting that he'd forced her into this for the fact that, in this moment, it was she who had complete control. His fingers flexed in her hair and he groaned as he helplessly squirmed against her stroking tongue.

Colin was in heaven. His sister's mouth was the most talented thing he'd ever experienced. Her tongue danced over him with just the right pressure, her suckling motions both firm and gentle on his sensitive balls. One of her hands jerked his cock, and the other rubbed his perineum.

If he'd liked everything up until now, then Mariana knew he'd love what was coming next. She engulfed his balls and began humming around them. Her scalp became enflamed as he hauled on her hair. She finally released his balls and swallowed his cock in one motion, gulping fast as he began to spurt hot, watery streams of semen down her throat.

He pulled her off him, but didn't release her hair. Instead, he held her there as he spread the last drops of sperm that were seeping from his well-sucked cock onto her lips. Colin leaned back in his chair and surveyed his sister with satisfaction. His sperm in her womb, stomach, and painted on her lips; she was his whore now, and he was going to enjoy every second of using her.

Maybe later he'd indulge in the doubts about what he'd done, but not now. And he knew that whatever doubts came to plague him later, they wouldn't be enough to keep him from taking her again.

Mariana's feelings of power over him faded as she caught the look in his eye. She suddenly knew without a doubt that this wasn't the end of it.



Rumours Ch. 02



My stories tend toward the nonconsent/taboo side, but I want to be clear that I'm in no way suggesting that the acts in my stories are okay. Forced sex is a fantasy I enjoy and I write for other similarly minded people. Real rape is ugly and sad, and if it's something you're considering acting out you should seek help.

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To the people who hated the first chapter because it was rape, you're not gonna like this one any better so I'd recommend against wasting your time reading it.

Thanks to CopyCarver for the editing on the original, and to BlackShanglan for the review and suggestions. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback.

All characters are 18+

***

Mariana snapped awake, breaking through the fog of sleep at the feeling of a hand over her mouth. Her heart went from steady resting beat to terrified thumping in less than a second. She looked up to meet her brother's eyes as he slid a hand inside her tank top, testing the weight of her breast gently for all of two seconds before he started kneading it hard enough to leave bruises.

Was he crazy? Their parents were in the next room! She shook her head wildly and tried to sit up and yank his hand out of her shirt, but he just rolled on top of her, pinning her with his considerable bulk. He was hard already, and he pressed his stiffness against her mound.

'You gonna be quiet?' he whispered.

Mariana nodded automatically, knowing that despite the drilling of the refrain, 'Rape is never the victim's fault' into her head, she wouldn't scream for her parents; she was ashamed. Scared that somehow that they'd know that she hadn't been completely repulsed when Colin had forced himself on her.

Colin removed his hand from her mouth and tugged her tank top upward. She obligingly sat up so he could pull it over her head, watching him warily. When she moved to lie back down, he stopped her. He moved close, pressing his erection flush against her, and slipped his legs over hers.

His eyes darkened as they came to rest on the light pink nipples which capped her tiny breasts. He brought his hands up to cup them, thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to hardness.

'I love your tits,' he muttered.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she tried not to inhale so much as to press her breasts into Colin's hands. She felt cold; the edgy, prickling cold of the fight or flight coursing through her body. But neither fight or flight was an option.

He toyed with her nipples for a moment longer before releasing them to slide his hands down to her thighs, which he pried apart even further. One hand slipped between his body and hers, massaging her through the shorts she slept in. While she couldn't claim to be totally unaffected, Mariana was thankful she wasn't wet. The least she could do was not enjoy it when Colin did this.

She'd stupidly thought that he wouldn't continue this once their parents returned from Paignton. Clearly, Colin didn't particularly care.

He moved back from between her legs, and tugged her shorts down over her legs, which she closed unresistingly, even lifted her hips accommodatingly, to help him get her shorts down. Then he was nudging her thighs apart once more, settling himself between them and lining his cock up with her much smaller entrance. Despite their difference in size, each time he'd fucked her, her pussy had soaked itself thoroughly for him, welcoming him inside and clasping him tightly. This time when he pushed, he encountered almost dry flesh which caught on his cock and refused him entrance.

Mariana smiled grimly in satisfaction as he rubbed her clit to no avail. She was finally so stressed out that she couldn't even get wet.

Bastard probably wouldn't care anyway, but at least her non-compliance would be a little more clear.

***

Colin tried pulling out and plowing forward, but his sister's body wasn't prepared and if he simply kept shoving himself forward until he was inside, he was going to hurt her quite a bit. And probably tear her quite a bit as well. Not to mention she was so dry it would be like fucking a bag of sand. He exhaled through his nose sharply in irritation. What the hell was wrong? Last time she'd gotten wet easily enough.

She wanted it, too; she had to. She'd moaned and come around his cock all weekend, her pussy seeming to get soaked at just a look from Colin. He had the irrational thought that maybe she was doing this on purpose, just to get back at him for making her want him.

He didn't even have any lube, damnit.

He glared down at her, realising what he'd have to do. 'Don't get used to this,' he told her sharply before sliding down until his face was between her legs.

While not wet, her pussy seemed to be at least a little affected and was giving off a light odour of pussy juice. It teased his nostrils from so close up, beckoning him. But he hesitated. This couldn't be all that difficult, could it? While he'd never done it himself, he'd seen it done a million times in pornos, and once at a party when a couple of girls had a bit much to drink and started going at it right there in the den.

He glanced up to find Mariana looking at him quizzically. His neck heated with a flush, and he tried to look as if he knew what he was doing.

'Lay the fuck down!'

She winced at his harsh tone, but continued to meet his gaze. 'What exactly are you doing, Colin?'

His only answer was to suck her clit into his mouth, teeth grazing her, stinging pain mixed with startling pleasure. He swirled his tongue over it, enjoying the feel of it throbbing in his mouth. She quickly began to swell, nub and labia plumping up with desire. The walls of her cunt started weeping juices, readying her for his cock.

With his nose buried in her mound, Colin couldn't help but smell the earthy scent of her juices as they began to trickle out of her. Curious and horny as hell, he dipped down to run his tongue along her slit. The taste was so different, incomparable to anything he'd ever tasted before. But he definitely liked it. Soon he was thrusting his tongue in and out of her spasming hole, greedily lapping up juices faster than she could gush them.

'Jesus, Colin...that feels so good...' Mariana moaned as she lifted her hips to grind her pussy in his face.

Colin was surprised by how much he was enjoying this. He'd always thought eating pussy would be disgusting, but he couldn't be more turned on. If he'd thought his cock was hard before, it was near ready to explode now with his sister trying to stuff his tongue as far as it could go into her cunt, bucking her hips and moaning wildly. Suddenly it occurred to him that their parents were in the next room.

'Shit,' he hissed, coming up to cover her body.

'What are you doing? Keep going,' Mariana said breathlessly, her eyes glazed.

'You need to quiet the fuck down, before you wake Mum and Dad up,' he said without rancor, already distracted by the feel of her slick pussy wrapping around his cock as he worked his way inside.

He felt some resistance as he pushed into the far back of her channel, even more so than the rest of her, which fit him like a glove a size too small. He pulled back then drove in hard, bottoming out and causing her to let out a mewl of surprise. He clapped a hand over her mouth.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' he whispered, bringing his mouth down to her ear. He began slow but forceful strokes. 'You want Mum and Dad to come in here and find us? Or maybe you would like that...you want to fuck Dad too, Mare? Huh? Have him paint your insides with the sperm that made you?' He slapped his hips against hers hard. 'Or maybe you'd like a taste of the pussy you came from?'

Colin felt feverish, almost delirious as he pounded into his sister. It was so fucking nasty. Her mouth worked against his hand, but he only gripped her cheeks harder. He pushed himself up on his other hand to gain more leverage to his thrusts. The small noises emanating from her throat and the look of surrender in her eyes undid him. He nearly shouted as white-hot jets of cum shot through his urethra into her shuddering cunt.

He shivered as he came down from the high, back to reality where he was in danger of being found by his parents naked and on top of his sister. His cock rapidly withered, but he didn't want to pull it from the warm sheath surrounding it. He rested on top of Mariana for a moment before gathering his willpower and pulling out with an obscene gush of mixed fluids.

'Best get up, sis. Hurry and I'll drive you to school.'

He left a dazed-looking Mariana staring at her ceiling as he closed the door behind himself.

***

'Wake up, Mariana! If you can't snap out of it long enough to do something with the ball when it comes to you, maybe you should go home!' Ms. Lemieux shouted at her from across the court.

Mariana shrugged and headed for the change room. Better to leave than stand around looking stupid when someone lobbed a ball at her. However, while she definitely needed to go somewhere, it wasn't home. She showered quickly and changed back into her jeans and tank top, then headed out the back doors of the school. She emerged from the school, taking a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the sun.

'Where you goin', Mare?'

She wanted to keep walking, but she knew he'd get her to answer one way or another so she slowly turned to face him. 'I'm going to Alisha's house.'

'Ah.' He said nothing further, just returned to morosely watching the Dragons practicing on the pitch behind the school.

Mariana struggled not to ask, but the question just seemed to pop out of her mouth: 'What are you doing out here?'

He didn't even look at her as he replied in a factual tone of voice, 'Watching the team I can't play for because I was stupid enough to defend my slut of a sister.'

Anger knotted her stomach, overriding her fear of him. 'You want me to feel sorry, Colin? 'Cause I can't quite do it after all you've done!' She spun on her heel to leave, but he caught her wrist and yanked her backward. He gripped her wrist until she cried out, oblivious to the curious stares of some of his former teammates who'd noticed them up by the brick wall.

He dragged her all the way to the parking lot, his vise-like grip wrenching her along. When they reached the car, he yanked open the passenger door and practically threw her inside. He got in and returned her petrified stare with an expressionless mask, then locked the doors and put the car in motion.

Colin felt strangely detached from the situation, almost as if he were watching some psychopath terrorising his sister on a movie screen. There was a cold fury inside him, though, brought on by watching his team go on practising without him, leaving him behind. He'd been standing there and wallowing in bitterness, and trying to tamp down the worry of what he'd do for college if they didn't let him back on the rugby team. He pushed it away and focused instead on Mariana.

Mariana sat there breathing shallowly until the sound of a belt being unbuckled broke the silence. She looked over and her eyes widened as he pulled his semi-stiff cock into view.

'Colin, someone could see! At least wait until we get home!'

'Mariana,' he said, his tone menacing in its absolute calmness, 'Get down and get the fuck to work. Now.'

She looked around with wide eyes. The road wasn't packed, but they certainly weren't the only ones on it. Colin hit the brakes and turned to look at her, unspeakingly promising violence if she didn't obey. She leaned over and wrapped her trembling lips around his cock, trying to keep her body as low as possible so no one could see her.

After only a moment of her sliding her mouth up and down his slick pole, he was groaning and pushing on her head.

'Take off your jumper,' he commanded, still pushing her head up and down.

She managed to wiggle out of her jumper while continuing to bob on him, sucking and licking. His hand slid from her head down to the skin of her back which wasn't covered by her small tank top. His warm fingers raised goosebumps all along her back and neck, and she tried not to think about her body's response to him as she sunk down completely on his pole and swallowed, clasping him with the back of her throat.

The car rolled to a stop and she was yanked upward viciously by the hair. Once up, she looked around to find they were in the industrial area where he'd threatened her a week before.

'Come here.' He didn't wait for compliance, just dragged her over to the driver's side.

'Colin, anyone could come along!' She shrieked as he yanked down her bra straps; she futilely tried to haul them back up. Her breasts spilled free as he tugged the whole bra down.

A hand at her back pushed her up until a nipple was enveloped by his mouth. The air blowing through the vents of the car was cool, chilling her, and - try as she might to deny it to herself - his warm mouth felt good. His hands were warm too, and she shivered as his rough fingers ran up and down her sides and back, sliding up to cup and knead her breasts.

One hand left her for a moment, and she was dimly aware of the sound of the engine being shut off. Then he was back to kneading both breasts again, pushing them together so he only had to turn his head to suckle one nipple, then the other.

The hot mouth drawing on her sensitive nipples soon became too much and had her head lolling back while moans of pleasure emanated from her. Her hips jerked when she felt his hand sliding up her thigh underneath her skirt, coming up to palm her now damp knickers. One thick finger traced along her slit, stopping to circle the damp spot under her hole.

Every time the thought of the immorality of this tried to tamp down her physical response, the image of Colin that morning with his head buried between her legs flashed through her mind. The memory of his tongue stroking her had her clenching her thighs together all day, gritting her teeth and trying to erase the feelings from her brain. Her conscience lost the battle with her desire when Colin pulled her knickers to the side and slipped two inside her greedy cunt.

His thick fingers filled her as well as some guys' cocks had, rough skin sliding deliciously along every nerve ending. He released her nipple, grazing her with his teeth as he came off it, then rested his forehead against her chest.

'You liked that, this morning, didn't you?' He asked, his voice a low rumble.

She turned her head away.

'Did you?' Colin looked up at her with an intense expression.

'Yes!' Mariana cried breathlessly as he started pushing a third finger in.

'I could feel your pussy grippin' me.' He shoved the third finger in to the knuckle.

Mariana choked on a moan at his words and the stretching of her cunt. It hurt, but, much like everything Colin did to her body and to her, it mixed pleasure with pain.

Suddenly the fingers were yanked free, and she slid down and found herself straddling the ridge of his cock. Her hips rocked unconsciously, sliding her turgid clit along his hardness. He gripped her hips and pulled her up, quickly positioning his cock, and then pulled her back down onto it.

The thick head split her wet folds as she sank down, dropping her head on his shoulder as she took all of him in. There was so much of him...too much, really. The way he filled her made her feel both overwhelmed and delirious, like the rush one gets from doing anything on the verge of what can't be handled.

She started to move on him slowly, her legs already beginning to shake.

Slowly apparently wasn't good enough for him, because his fingers dug into her hips and he started hauling her up and down on him, lifting his hips to get deeper inside her. Wetness poured from her and her body started to shake, but before she could climb to her peak, he was groaning and yanking her down by the hips at the same time as he surged upward. His cock swelled to a painful size inside her. He moved his hands to her shoulders, gripping them from the back and pulling her down by them as he shot streams of seed inside her.

Mariana spasmed around him, trying to follow to her own orgasm. His head dropped forward then turned to rest on her shoulder.

'Fuck,' Colin whispered sharply.

'What?' Mariana snapped up, turning to see what he was looking at.

'Don't-'

But it was too late. Mariana felt faint as her gaze locked with Davey Jones, who stared back at her incredulously from his car.

***

This was not going to be a good day. Colin wiped his hand down his face as he lay on his back, trying to forestall having to get up and deal with the nightmare that his life had become.

He briefly wondered if he deserved it for having started all this.

He'd hoped to bargain with Davey, to plead or to threaten him into not telling, but Davey had driven off as soon as they'd spotted him, then Mariana had gone into hysterics, screaming and trying to hit him and taking all his focus while Davey got away. Davey hadn't been there by the time Colin had screeched to a halt in front of his house. The numb feeling of dread had tightened into a knot when Davey's mum had finally confirmed that she'd heard from Davey and he was at Sara's; it had only grown overnight. He felt nauseous, but unable to vomit.

He wasn't particularly surprised when his mother told him Mariana wasn't feeling well and was staying home from school. She looked extremely worried, which Colin figured meant she knew that Mariana's problems were more mental than physical. He'd eaten little - something that hadn't happened since he'd had mono - then proceeded on to school.

He tried to formulate a game plan. School was always rife with rumours and bullshit - as long as he denied it vehemently without fail, people would eventually forget. He would fuck every chick at school if that's what it took. He'd tell everyone he'd fucked Davey's girlfriend and Davey'd overheard her telling him he was much better in bed than Davey. He'd beat the shit out of every guy in school; whatever it took.

He parked his car and braced himself. He needed to act casual. Shrugging off his worries, he got out and struggled to stride casually toward the school.

No dead silence followed by hushed whispers occurred. No giggles behind hands or disgusted sneers. A couple of people glanced at him strangely, but after the initial panic, he realised that could have been just because he was staring at them intently, watching for any change of expression. A couple of people called out casual hellos.

...Maybe Davey'd decided to think better of the ass-beating he knew Colin would give him if he told. Colin's heart started to slow down to a normal rhythm as he entered the school.

'Oy! Colin!'

Colin froze at the voice. He turned slowly to face Davey. They stared at each other for a long minute, each seeming to try and guess what the other was thinking.

'I gotta talk to you, mate.'

Colin just stared back at him.

'Follow me.' Davey led the way to the bathroom.

Colin's teeth ground at the commanding tone Davey had assumed. The little bastard probably thought Colin was his bitch now. He made a concerted display of unaffectedness when they came face to face in the bathroom after Davey had checked the stalls.

When Colin arched an eyebrow, Davey grinned and broke the silence.

'So, how long has it been going on?'

Colin's eyebrows flattened. 'What the fuck do you want?'

Instead of answering, Davey pulled out his phone and started pressing buttons. He held it up as a video started playing. Colin instantly recognized it as the moment where he had begun to cum, hauling Mariana down on him and thrusting savagely up into her. There was no mistaking either of their faces.

'I also got a couple of pictures. Video didn't occur to me right away.'

Colin looked at Davey, then back at the phone.




Rumours Ch. 02



'You could smash it, but it really wouldn't matter since I've already uploaded the pics onto my computer and a web space storage site.'

Colin wasn't especially prone to fear, but it raced through him now. He tried to answer calmly, but his words came out as little more than a whisper: 'What are you going to do?'

Davey's lips tightened. 'Well, first I was going to send these out to everyone, and put 'em up on the net. You were really a dick about me fucking Mariana. I mean, fuck, I'd let you shag my sister!"

'Your sister's twelve!'

Davey grinned. 'So? She's gonna get shagged sometime; may as well be by my mate. I'd let you fuck my mum, too. 'Cause that's what friends do, Colin. I wouldn't have cared that you were fucking her. I still don't.'

'I wasn't fuckin' her then!'

Davey rolled his eyes. 'Whatever. Whenever you started fuckin' her, you wanted to before. That's why you got so pissed off with all of us for shaggin' her.'

Colin's eyes flitted away guiltily at the same time as he winced at hearing "all of us".

'Anyways, mate, I decided it's water under the bridge.'

He could only stare at him dubiously, unable to believe Davey would let this prime opportunity for revenge slip by.

'I want to watch you fuck her.'

Colin's head cocked incredulously. 'Say what?'

'You let me watch, and I don't tell. Simple.'

***

'Mariana! Mariana!'

She rolled over as she heard Colin thundering up the stairs. She stared out the window at the gray sky; perfect match for her mood.

She didn't turn to face him as he opened her door, nor when he sat on her bed. There was no point.

'Mare,' Colin's voice was almost gentle, 'Davey didn't tell. It's gonna be okay.'

'So he'll tell tomorrow; not much better than today, is it?'

'No, he won't. I made a deal with him.'

Ambiguous promises of deals that would make everything better somehow didn't reassure Mariana. It didn't even reach her through the fog of her depressive state.

'Get up and take a shower.'

She didn't bother responding.

'I said get up.'

His voice was low to her ear, but she didn't even bother turning to look at him.

'Fuck off.'

'Get the fuck up and quit feeling sorry for yourself! We have a way out of this and I'm not gonna let you fuck us both over 'cause you're havin' one of your moods!' He grabbed a fistful of hair and suddenly she was being hauled to her feet.

And that was what broke through the fog. Suddenly, all she felt was white-hot rage. She screamed and kicked at his legs, then started biting and throwing elbows. Anything she could do to cause damage, she did. Her face twisted in savage satisfaction as her elbow connected with his head. Then her feet were no longer under her, and she went face-first into her bed.

She tried to push up, but Colin's large self smushed her further into the mattress. His heavy breathing in her ear told her that she hadn't made it easy on him. At least, so she thought. Then she felt his cock hardening against her ass.

'Get the fuck off me!' she screamed, twisting and thrashing underneath him.

He responded by sliding his cock along the cleft of her ass. His chest pinned her back, his legs pinned hers, and she fought not to surrender to the feeling of helplessness that he brought out.

He nipped at her ear. 'Admit you like this.'

'Fuck you!'

'Such a mouthy little bitch.' His hand slipped between them to palm her through her shorts, but he kept enough weight on her that she couldn't move.

He moved his hand to the leghole of her shorts, and she pushed up hard, scrambling to get away. He simply wrenched one arm behind her back and rested his weight on her until her remaining arm buckled. Finally his fingers wiggled up her shorts until they found her...

'God damnit, you're dry again?' The frustration was loud and clear in his voice.

'Guess I'm not liking this as much you thought,' she sneered.

His grip tightened on the wrist he held behind her, then it loosened. When he spoke, she could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice, 'Well, we know what to do about that, now don't we?'

He flipped her onto her back and managed to wrestle her shorts down, but the difficulty came when he tried to slide down between her legs to eat her. She wriggled free and tried to crawl away, but he'd catch her and pin her down only to run into the same difficulty again.

'Let me help, Colin.'

Mariana's struggles ceased and she craned around Colin to see who was behind him. Her blood seemed to thin, and she felt faint.

'Davey?'

'Hi, Mare,' he greeted her, then pushed her back and swung his leg over so he sat astride her chest.

Shock had immobilized her, but fear set her back into motion. She took a swing and nearly connected with Davey's balls, but just nicked his groin instead. His face darkened as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Mariana opened her mouth to scream at him, but her voice broke on a startled squeak instead as she felt a tongue trailing up her slit. Colin easily held her legs pried apart when she tried to close them, lapping at her without breaking rhythm.

What the fuck was Davey doing? Was this just another one of his kinks? Helping brothers rape their sisters? Could he actually be turned on by this?

His eyes - hazy with desire - met hers, and he slid a finger between her lips and started pumping it in and out.

He was definitely turned on.

He leaned down. 'You're just a nasty little slut, aren't you? Your brother's licking your twat and you just love it, don't you, whore?' Davey crooned to her.

She glanced up sharply, fighting the rush of warmth his words caused. He always knew exactly what she secretly wanted to hear.

'Get off me!' she choked out as a pair of rough-skinned fingers slid inside her.

He just grinned at her. 'Not a chance. See, I know you, Mariana. We're practically the same person - both of us are just nasty pervs. And I know that you don't really hate this; you just think you should. And that's what's fucking with your head, isn't it? Finding out that you're really just a little cockslut, even for your own brother's cock.'

She bit her lip to keep from moaning; between Colin's vigorous tonguing, and Davey's words, she barely managed to contain it to a gasp.

Davey heard, though, and he chuckled softly. His jeans were stretched across his crotch, and the outline of his rigid cock was clearly visible. He rubbed it against her cheek.

'Bet you want something to suck on, don't you, Mare?'

She glowered at him, then yelped as Colin chewed her clit just hard enough to hurt. The bastard couldn't ever seem to give pleasure without mixing in at least equal parts of pain.

A gush of wetness came out of her, undeniable proof that, even if he hurt her, Colin could still set her body on fire. The fingers fucked in and out of her in time with his chewing of her swollen nub. Her eyes had closed when she felt something nudge at her lips; she opened automatically.

'Good girl,' Davey murmured.

He tilted until he found the right angle, then started stroking into her mouth. She clasped and drew on him as he'd taught her, giving him the blowjob he'd had her tailor just for him. He shoved to the back of her throat, and she opened up and swallowed.

Davey's hands were everywhere; stroking her face and hair, brushing along her neck, reaching back to fondle her tits and pull her nipples. Colin stroked her thigh with his free hand, running it all the way down to her ankle to encircle it once every so often, as if he just couldn't get enough of her body. The sensation of two pairs of hands on her at once was pure hedonism; they worshipped her.

She'd had people ask her both maliciously and in all seriousness why she was such a slut. Well, this was why.

The ardent tongue was gone then, and her thighs were pulled open impossibly wide. Mariana was simultaneously focused on both males in bed with her, aware of their every action, even with her eyes closed.

As Davey lifted up to dangle his balls in her mouth while he stroked his cock, the tip of Colin's cock came to rest against her entrance. But he didn't penetrate. Her thighs splayed apart, the slick head of his cock resting just between her swollen labia, and his friend fucking her mouth - she somehow knew he was taking a moment to absorb the whole obscene picture.

He'd apparently absorbed the moment long enough, because he started pushing into her, slowly filling her with a long hissed out breath. His cock was raging hard, as hard as it had been the first time he'd fucked her, liable to explode at any second. He bottomed out, sinking to the hilt with an almost pained groan.

When she felt Colin's cock twitch inside her, she moaned around Davey's balls and returned to tonguing them enthusiastically. But Davey had other plans; he lifted his balls out of her mouth and shoved his cock back in, beginning to vigorously face-fuck her.

She spasmed around Colin at his enthusiasm. She sucked and licked and twisted her head, taking every inch Davey gave her.

'Fuck...I want to see him fuck you!' Davey pulled out and swung to the side, pulling her by the shoulder.

Colin just lifted her leg accommodatingly, and they turned her over. She was yanked up to her knees, and immediately guided forward to suck Davey's cock while Colin took a second to align himself with her entrance, then resumed pound-fucking her from behind.

They were both swelling. She choked when Davey gripped her by the ears and started fucking her mouth like he was trying to pound right through her. Her pussy swelled and bloated, pushing and clasping until she wasn't sure if she was trying to push Colin out or pull him further in.

The flat of Colin's hand slapped down on her ass. 'I'm gonna cum! Work your hips,' he groaned, grinding against her.

'Cum in her mouth!' Davey wrenched himself away from her, his hand quickly finding his spit-slick cock and jerking it viciously.

Colin was out and pulling her around to take him in her mouth in less than a moment. He drove her face down onto his cock, so forcefully that all she could do was open her mouth wide and accept the flood of cum down her throat.

Suddenly she was yanked away and her face was being pressed into Davey's neatly trimmed pubic hairs, her mouth stretched around his surging cock. Stream after stream of seed poured down her throat, mixing with her brother's.

Her eyes locked with Colin's as she gently suckled Davey down from his high.

'Oh fuck...' Davey collapsed backward. His breath came out in a whoosh. 'That was insane!'

Mariana heard the words, but her focus remained on Colin.

His eyes remained dark, his face expressionless, but he slipped his hand behind her neck. His thumb stroked her cheek lightly, unconsciously, as if he didn't even really know he was doing it.

'Want me to leave you two alone?' Davey's amused voice cut through the trance that had seemed to hold them both.

***

Colin listened to the muted sounds of his parents getting ready for bed.

His body was tensed all the way down to his toes, waiting for the second they hit the pillow so he could go to Mariana's room. His hand worked his cock roughly.

He'd liked it. Watching Davey ram his cock into Mariana's mouth over and over had been the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

Although there was some small, dark part of him that had been angry. But he didn't want to explore that. No, he only wanted to revel in seeing one of his longtime fantasies come true.

He needed to see it again.

He wanted to watch her fuck all his friends, all his girl friends, teachers, teammates...He was sick now, but he fully embraced it. He'd fuck her and watch her fuck until he got it out of his system.

The stream of light that always crept through the crack at the bottom of his parents' door and under his was swallowed by darkness. Colin waited all of two seconds before sliding off his bed and quietly heading for his sister's room.



Rumours Ch. 03



My stories tend toward the nonconsent/taboo side, but I want to be clear that I'm in no way suggesting that the acts in my stories are okay. Forced sex is a fantasy I enjoy and I write for other similarly minded people. Real rape is ugly and sad, and if it's something you're considering acting out you should seek help.

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Okay, here's chapter three. Thank you to everyone who sent feedback on the first two chapters, and my apologies for the ridiculously long amount of time it took to get this up.

Warning: This story contains some extremely racist language. If that upsets you, please don't read it.

All characters are 18+

***

'Colin, mate, you know we've gotta do more shit with her. It's too good an opportunity to pass up! All the shit she wouldn't do before, we can make her do it now,' Davey said, keeping his voice low so that no one in the crowded school corridor could overhear.

Part of Colin rebelled at Davey thinking he had any control over what was done with Mariana. But Colin quelled any visible reaction and instead just asked curiously, 'What kind of shit wouldn't she do before?'

They reached Davey's locker and Davey spun the combination lock. 'Wouldn't let me fuck her up the arse, wouldn't let me tie her up-'

'Really?' Colin asked incredulously. 'Those seem pretty tame compared to some of the shit she was doing.'

Davey shrugged just as a guy passing by shouted, 'Hey, Davey Jones is at his locker!'

'Ha, ha! Yeah, that just gets funnier the three-thousandth time I hear it, mate! Fuck off.' Davey turned back to Colin, 'The arse thing, said she just didn't like it. Hurt too much, or some shit. Bein' tied up, it was something about giving up control. She's got a real power complex, your sister.'

Colin's lips quirked - she had no control with him. On an instinctive level, he knew that turned her on as much as it scared her.

'Well, I'm definitely getting inside her arse.' Colin frowned thoughtfully. 'You can go first, though, and stretch her out for me.'

Davey's eyes narrowed. 'You're not that big, bitch.'

'My cock's definitely bigger than that little baby carrot you've got in your trousers.'

'Fuck you.'

Colin just grinned and wrapped an arm around Davey, hauling him up bodily into a semi-hug. 'You'll have to settle for fucking Mariana.'

Davey shook his head, giving Colin an amused look.

'What?' Colin asked.

'It's just funny - not that long ago you were beating the fuck out of anyone who said he shagged your sister, and now all of a sudden you're pimping her out.'

Colin's face darkened at the reminder. 'Yeah, well, I was an idiot. I let that bitch make a complete fucking fool of me. I can't believe...fuck, I don't even wanna talk about it.'

A calculating expression came over Davey's face. 'You know, mate, I can think of a great way you could pay her back.'

***

Colin found Mariana after school at netball practise. A few other people were watching the practise from a stage that jutted onto the gymnasium floor. He hopped up on the ledge and sat with them, enjoying the view of teenage girls in skimpy shorts and T-shirts. His attention soon zeroed in solely on Mariana, though.

It was a sick, twisted obsession he had with his sister, and since fucking her, it actually seemed to be growing worse. His eyes roved over her body hungrily.

Mariana spotted him and their eyes locked, just as the ball came flying at her. She reacted too late, and was hit full force in the solar plexus. The wind was knocked from her and she dropped to her knees, chest heaving, trying to catch her breath.

Colin grinned.

A whistle blew.

'Mariana! Are you okay?' Ms. Lemieux shouted as she came trotting up.

Mariana nodded through gasps. Her breath started to come back and she stood up, turning to give Colin a quick glare before returning her attention to her netball coach.

'I'm fine,' she said, waving off her friend Navpreet, who was rubbing her back.

'Better pay attention out there, girl,' Navpreet teased before jogging off.

'Everyone, start again! Mariana, come with me,' Ms. Lemieux said, leading the way to the corridor.

When the heavy door shut behind Mariana, Ms. Lemieux gave her a probing look. 'Mariana, I notice you seem very distracted lately. Is there anything going on that you want to talk about?'

Mariana shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek.

Ms. Lemieux's voice softened. 'You sure? You can talk to me, you know. If you have boyfriend troubles, or if there's something going on at home...' she trailed off meaningfully.

Mariana could feel her cheeks heating, and she willfully tried to tamp down her reaction. 'No, Ms. Lemieux. Nothing like that.'

The older woman, who in reality was only a few years older than Mariana, looked at her intently but kept speaking in a disconcertingly gentle voice. 'Mariana, it's been brought to my attention that, during changeout, some of the girls have noticed you have bruises. If someone's hurting you, you need to tell someone.'

For a split second, Mariana considered telling her. But the same thought stopped her as it always did: rape 'victims' who came all over their rapists' cocks would be laughed out of court.

She forced a laugh. 'No, Ms. Lemieux. Those were just hickies! From my boyfriend.'

Ms. Lemieux arched an eyebrow. She stared at her for a long moment.

Mariana steeled herself and forced herself to meet her teacher's eyes unflinchingly.

Finally, Ms. Lemieux sighed. 'All right, Mariana. If you ever want to talk, though, I'm here.'

Mariana gave a half smile. 'Yeah, thanks, Ms. Lemieux.'

They walked back into the gym together, and Mariana struggled to get through the rest of practice while all the while feeling Colin's eyes burning through her. She managed relatively well for the mostpart, but at one point she caught him ogling her arse and got nailed with the ball again.

By the end of practise, she was well and truly fed up with Colin. For God's sake, did he want EVERYONE to know?

When she entered the locker room, she glared at the other girls and went to change in a stall. Nosy bitches, telling the teacher about HER bloody body. As if they even cared what happened to her.

She changed quickly and slammed her gym clothes into her bag. She'd worked herself into a fine snit by the time she exited the stall, ignoring the girls who spoke to her.

She strode past Colin without even glancing at him on her way out the gym. She'd just made it into the corridor when Colin caught up with her.

'You seem miffed. Something wrong?' he asked.

She walked faster and ignored him.

He matched her pace easily. Bloody tall bastard.

'What's your problem?' he asked, a little annoyed now.

'What's MY problem?' she hissed. 'What the hell is YOUR problem? Sitting there and fucking me with your damn eyes!'

'What?'

'The way you were watching me the whole practise in front of everyone!'

'No one's gonna notice me looking at you,' he said, but a little doubt edged his voice now.

'Colin, I'm lucky my clothes didn't catch fire! And we'll be lucky if everyone didn't notice, you were that obvious!'

His brow furrowed. 'You're overreacting. Just chill out, Mare.'

She jerked to a halt and shoved him in the chest. 'I don't need to chill out; you need to smarten up. Or maybe you just don't care if everyone knows what a sick little git you are! Is that it? You don't care? Okay, let's go tell everyone that you're a bloody pervert who likes to fuck his sister!'

Colin's eyes narrowed to slits. She was caught by surprise when he shoved her, and, instead of hitting a solid wall, she stumbled backward through the door to the boys' loo.

Colin reached behind himself to lock the deadbolt on the door. Her heart pounded with its ominous sound.

'You gonna hit me again, Colin?' she asked bravely, but countered that by backing up until her back hit the tiled wall.

He said nothing, just grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back. Intensity poured off him as he leaned down to kiss her. As with everything else he did, he kissed hard. His lips moved hers, and his tongue slipped in to dominate hers. 

His body pressed against hers, and he let her feel that he was already hard. He ripped his mouth from hers. They were both breathing heavily.

'I always thought if I fucked you, it would get better, maybe even go away. But it hasn't,' he murmured, almost to himself.

She said nothing, just stared at him with wide eyes.

'I think it's actually gotten worse. I wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck you again, even if I've already done you twice before bed.' His hand creeped down, reaching beneath her skirt to rub along her knicker-covered slit.

His eyes held hers, hypnotic, like the eyes of a cobra.

'Do you feel the same way, Mare? Or is it just me?' he murmured the question, pressing a fingertip against her little button.

Her breathing grew shallow. She felt oddly paralyzed; she could see and hear and feel everything, but she couldn't make her mouth or limbs do what she wanted. Her fingers had come up to grip his arms at some point, and they tightened involuntarily.

'Hmmm?' he rumbled, dipping his head down to the dip between her neck and shoulder. 'You don't want me, Mare? You don't like my cock? You don't like how I fuck you?'

Her eyes slid shut. His voice and his breath tickling over her skin brought her body to a thrumming state of awareness. She wasn't herself; there was no right or wrong, no conscious thought. There was only the feel of him against her and the low rumbling of his voice.

His finger slid inside her knickers and found her wetness. He murmured his approval against her neck.

He circled her hole teasingly, spreading the hot dew up and down each full, pouting lip, and around her swollen clit. He teased her until her head was lolling back against the wall before he finally, finally pushed his finger inside.

She was in an alternate realm, hyperaware of every sensation. She felt the rough pad of his finger rubbing along over the protrusion of her G-spot, so intense because she was so lost in the feeling. She felt him slip in a second finger, stretching her tunnel which wrapped itself around him. She felt her hot, sticky juices flowing, running down his palm and the back of his hand.

The sound of his belt unbuckling and trousers being unzipped barely registered, and then her knickers were viciously yanked to the side. His finger withdrew and the silky knob of his cock was there, probing her. He lifted her easily, hooking his elbows under her knees and reaching around to pull her panties to the side again, then pulled her down onto his prick, surging into her with hard, aggressive bucks.

Her hands found his shoulders and she clawed him wildly, trying to force him in deeper. She leaned in and, without thinking, bit him on the neck. She lapped at the bite mark, the odd urge to pierce his skin coursing through her.

Colin's body pulsed as his sister licked and nipped at his neck. He fucked into her harder, into the cunt that wrapped around his cock as if made just for him. So tight around him...

He hooked his arms under her knees and drove into her, slamming her back against the wall viciously. If he'd been capable of rational thought, he'd have worried he might be hurting her.

He needn't have worried anyway; Mariana wrapped herself around him and mewled into the crook of his neck. Her nails dug in harder, raising welts through his shirt.

Mariana felt herself begin to milk his cock as the electric pulses of orgasm shot through her. She worked herself on him, gripping him hard with her pussy as she tried to make him cum with her.

He didn't have far to go; the cum pounded through his balls, demanding release. He slammed into her, and then the feeling of her shuddering cunt and her juices sliding over his balls set him off. A roar escaped him as his cum shot through his cock, firing into her over and over.

He kept pounding into her, riding on the wave of a seemingly endless orgasm, and she was swept right along with him. Her neck couldn't seem to hold up her head as she came around him again, felt his cock pulse and shoot ropes of cum inside her.

They gripped each other bruisingly, each working their hips furiously until they were drained. Their hips finally slowed and eventually came to a stop. Colin let her legs slide down before he withdrew from her.

He held her knees pried open with his as he watched their combined juices slide down her leg.

A corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk as her already flushed face reddened even further. 'Now tell me you don't want me.'

***

That night, Mariana sat at her computer, staring in shock at the millions of results her search of 'incest' had turned up.

'Holy shit,' she murmured.

She hadn't expected anywhere near this volume of results. Nor had she expected quite such a diversity in results. She'd been expecting incestuous abuse help sites and kiddy porn. She hadn't been prepared for all the sites extolling adult incest and its many virtues.

The number of online articles debating whether adult incest should be legal was surprising. The amount of porn claiming to be brother/sister, sister/sister, father/daughter, and mother/son was simply staggering.

She'd meant to look for help dealing with what was going on. Thought maybe if she read enough sites about what a victim she was, she would be able to do something. But, for some reason, she found herself clicking on a website that claimed to be filled with people's true tales of incest. Almost all of the stories seemed absurd, but a couple seemed possible, if not probable, and one even bore a startling resemblance to her own story. Forceful brother, guilt-ridden sister who grew more and more addicted to him.

She started guiltily when she realised she was damp between her legs.

'Jesus. I'm getting as bad as Colin,' she muttered.

***

The next day, Mariana returned home to find Colin and Davey sitting in the living room. They looked up when she came in, and something in the smiles they gave her immediately put her on edge.

'What are you doing here?' she asked Davey bluntly.

'Poor manners, Mariana.' His grin didn't fade. 'I'm just sitting, having a chat with my good friend Colin.'

'Go grab us a beer, Mare,' Colin ordered.

She gritted her teeth. This was another development of late; Colin had taken to commanding her to fetch things for him, cook for him, and to perform various other little tasks. Apparently her servitude didn't stop at the bedroom door. She felt like she was losing her identity, losing the old Mariana and becoming this new Mariana who was simply a plaything and servant for Colin.

She returned to the room and handed them each their beers, then turned to leave.

'Come have a seat, Mare,' Colin said, patting his leg.

'That's okay, I'm going upstairs-'

'Come have a seat,' Colin repeated, the slight flaring of his eyes as well as his tone informing Mariana that it hadn't been a suggestion.

Her face tightened but she went and sat on his leg.

'Good girl,' Colin murmured, pulling her closer. His hand slid up her skirt, running along her thigh.

Davey grinned at her. 'You don't even know how fuckin' hot it is to watch you two. So rude! So nasty!'

Mariana couldn't help but shake her head in awe at Davey. 'You're such a freak.'

Colin's fingers traced along the edge of her knickers, burrowing underneath the elastic edge.

Her body tensed as his finger traced down one labia, then the other.

'We're going to have some fun today, Mare,' Colin murmured.

Her shoulders stiffened, this time not out of sexual tension. 'What's going on today?'

'It's a surprise. Let's get you ready,' he said, rising and tugging her up with him.

'Ready?' she repeated.

'Yeah, your pussy's getting a little prickly. Time to shave.'

'Shave...' she repeated, her brain not quite functioning.

They took her upstairs and into the bathroom, and Colin stripped her methodically before she quite knew what was going on.

Moments later, the bath was running and she was being deposited into it.

'Shave everything so you're nice and smooth,' Colin ordered, then departed with Davey following along behind him.

Mariana was left staring after them.

It was only a moment before she decided it would be easier to just obey. No point risking the wrath of the beast, after all.

She sighed.

It was really pretty sad how quickly it was becoming routine for her to bend to Colin's will.

She stared at the tile wall, wondering how she felt about all this. Black and white had faded leaving only emotional shades of grey. On the one hand, there was something almost reassuring about Davey doing what he was; what she and Colin were doing had weighed on her so much more before Davey had come along, acting as if it were nothing more than kinky fun. On the other hand, one of the things she'd always loved best about sex was the high that came from enslaving guys, the power she held over them when their cocks were hard for her. But now, Colin and Davey simply told her what to do, and forced her if she refused. And yet she couldn't even claim to wholely dislike that, as there was something...freeing in having no choice.

The bathroom got steamy as hot water filled the tub, and she finally shut off the faucet and started shaving. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, fingers stretching one labia so she could shave it when Davey came back in.

'Mmm...nice, Mare.'

She flushed, despite having been seen by Davey in more intimate positions than this. Somehow his newfound leverage over her made her uncomfortable. 'Can you please get out, Davey? I'm just about finished.'

He ignored her and sat on the edge of the tub, the rough fabric of his trousers brushing against her wet knee. 'Keep shaving. Don't want to make your brother angry,' he said with a grin.

She glared contemptuously at him, but returned to the careful shaving of her pussy lips.

'I don't know why I'm surprised you got involved in this. You always were a sick little fuck,' she muttered.

'Yeah, but that's what you like about me,' he replied, unperturbed. 'That's why we always had so much fun together.'

She looked up at him. 'You really just have no limits, do you?'

'Hmmm?' he murmured, eyes still fixed on her cream lathered pussy.

'There's nothing that's too much for you. The dirtier it is, the more wrong it is, the more it turns you on,' she said accusingly.

'Now that's just not true,' he objected. 'There are plenty of things that won't put lead in my pencil; I just don't happen to have any moral objection to them.'

'Don't you feel this is wrong?' she hissed.

He pretended to think for a moment before answering, 'Nope. In fact, I get a cockstand just about every time I think of you two together. Makes me wish my own sister didn't have such a big mouth, or I could be having the same fun.'

'Your sister's twelve!'

'Well, I thought we'd established I'm sick?'

'You really are a disgusting little pervert,' she said scornfully.

'I'm strangely okay with that.'

She huffed out a breath, frustrated at his nonchalance. She bent her head to her task and finished shaving.

She'd just finished when Davey reached out and ran his finger along her freshly shaved labia. She shivered and snapped her legs shut around his hand.

He grinned at her attempt to stop him, and wiggled his fingers against her bath-heated pussy.

'You have such a nice, sensitive little puss,' he murmured. 'Want me to eat you, Mare?'

Heat flooded her. She looked away, embarrassed.

A part of her felt stupid; this was Davey. Davey, who she'd already fucked five ways from Sunday. Davey, whose face she'd climbed on top of after riding his cock, him licking her out till she came. There'd never been any question of domination before; they'd been on equal ground - equally powerful, equally eager to try newer, raunchier things. Even when he was talking filthy to her while fucking her from behind, he was just Davey.




Rumours Ch. 03



Except he wasn't just Davey anymore. He was Colin's partner in her humiliation. He'd held her down while her brother licked her pussy then fucked her, then he'd shoved his cock down her throat.

She'd thought what they'd been doing before was the limit, or at least close to. She hadn't realized that the limit she'd imagined didn't exist for him.

As she felt herself creaming around his probing fingers, she wondered if that limit even existed for her.

'We're gonna get you nice and ready. Today's your special day,' he said with a wink, tugging his fingers from her. 'Let's go.'

She drained the bath and wrapped a towel around herself before following him to her room.

Colin was sitting on her bed, just wrapping up a conversation on his mobile. 'Yeah, I'll see you when you get here then. Just ring.' He turned to her as he ended the call. 'On the bed, Mare.'

She moved to sit.

'Hands and knees, with your head right near the headboard.'

She cast him a baleful look, but she could feel her heart beating faster, her blood pumping through her veins just that much faster.

A small, sane part of her wondered if she wasn't losing herself.

Davey came around to the side of her and leaned over, pulling her arms forward. Then she saw the handcuffs.

'No!' she said, bolting upright.

Colin's weight was quickly on her, pinning her down while Davey locked in one wrist, drew the chain around a headboard rail, then cuffed the other.

Davey slid up behind her, forcibly hauling her bum up. She tried to resist, but he was surprisingly strong for such a scrawny guy.

She was still fighting the arm he had locked around her when he sank two fingers into her cunny.

'Unh...' she moaned intelligibly.

'There's a good girl,' Davey praised. 'Who likes being finger-fucked, hmm?' he asked in the same tone one might use on a dog.

The doorbell rang, and Mariana looked up to see Colin's back as he went to answer it.

'Your pussy's gonna get a good workout today, Mare,' Davey said in a low tone.

His fingers were squelching now, covered in her juices. That now familiar shame bubbled up; she couldn't even make them work for it now.

'Holy fuck...' an astonished voice trailed off from the doorway.

Mariana looked up, although unsurprised that there were now two more guys in the room - she'd rather expected that from Colin and Davey's hints - she was quite surprised at who it was.

'Don't be shy, Mare; you know Nathan and Marc. Quite well, as I recall,' Colin said dryly.

She remained silent, returning Nathan and Marc's wide-eyed stares.

Marc cleared his throat. 'Uh, Colin? What exactly did you ask us over for?'

'Clearin' up my debt. Davey, explain it for them,' Colin said when the doorbell rang again.

'Davey, what the fuck is going on?' Marc asked as soon as Colin had left the room.

Davey slid his fingers in and out of Mariana's cunt idly. 'Well, our boy Colin found out that his baby sister here has been shagging just about every bloke in the county, and he's not too impressed. So, to make amends for not following the sacrosanct command of bros before hoes, he's givin' everyone a free toss at Mariana here. You can have at her until your cock won't stand anymore.'

Mariana's body burned with embarrassment, and, undeniably, also with arousal. God, who else was coming?

Marc eyed her, his face blank. He made no move toward her.

Nathan had no such hesitation. 'Colin's really down with this?' he asked perfunctorily, but he was already unzipping his trousers.

'Yeah,' Davey said with a grin, sliding his fingers out.

He moved to the side and Nathan lined up behind Mariana.

Nathan paused. 'Eh, got a rubber, mate?'

Davey grabbed the dish full that he'd set out and held it out to Nathan.

'He's lettin' everyone she's fucked have a go at her then?' Nathan asked, rolling on the condom.

'Yup.'

Nathan's face split in a grin. 'Wow, it's gonna be a packed room tonight, Mariana!'

Before she could reply, he'd slammed inside her.

Typical Nathan, she thought, breasts jiggling from Nathan's thrusts. No foreplay, no nothing, just start hammering away like a jackrabbit.

Still, Davey had made her channel nice and creamy, so she was already fluttering around Nathan.

'Holy shit...' came a new voice from the doorway.

'That's what I said,' Marc replied dryly.

'Like I said, Dilpreet, I'm a big enough man to admit when I was wrong. To make it up to you, Mariana's gonna let you put it in any hole you want,' Colin said.

Mariana looked up sharply, trying to glare Colin down but finding it hard to get off a sufficiently dignified glare with her tits jiggling from Nathan's pounding.

Dilpreet just eyed Mariana speculatively. 'Any hole?' he asked interestedly.

'Any hole,' Colin repeated.

Dilpreet grinned. 'Well, I'll start off with a blowjob, then.' He approached Mariana's face and suddenly his trousers were open.

Mariana opened her mouth, somewhat resigned, trying to look entirely resigned, but her body was tightening with excitement.

She'd always enjoyed having a guy at each end. She'd just never imagined her brother standing there watching while it happened.

She took Dilpreet into her mouth and stroked him with her tongue. Nathan's hand reached under her to maul her breast.

She looked at Colin out the corner of her eye, hoping to see some sign of the anger he would have once felt at seeing his sister used like this, some sign that this was as much a punishment for him as it was for her, but his face was inscrutable. 

Marc sidled up to Colin. 'Colin, what the fuck are you doing man? This is some fucked up shit.'

Colin's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing dangerously, and anyone but Marc would've backed off.

'Does she even want to do this or are you making her?'

A muffled, gasping moan came from the bed as Nathan began hammering Mariana with thrusts so hard they rocked the bed. She flung her hips back at him and keened around Dilpreet's cock.

Colin arched an eyebrow at Marc, silently asking if that answered his question.

'Mariana's workin' herself on those cocks like she's tryin' to earn her dinner,' Davey said with a lecherous grin.

'Sick, man! That's his sister!' Marc exclaimed.

Colin and Davey just stared at him blankly.

'Colin,' Marc said slowly, 'Why exactly are you in here watching this?'

Colin gave him a measured look, before answering. 'Just supervising. Making sure nobody gets out of hand and actually hurts the bitch.'

Marc stared at him, expressionless. 'Right, then.' He turned back to watching Mariana.

Mariana's body arched and bowed like a cat's, writhing between the two boys she was skewered by. Her moans and whimpers, muffled by the cock in her mouth, had all three observers reaching down to adjust their cocks in their trousers.

The doorbell rang.

'I'll get this one,' Davey volunteered, strolling from the room.

'I feel like such a bastard for watching this,' Marc murmured.

'No,' Colin corrected, 'You feel like a bastard for enjoying watching this.'

Marc didn't bother to refute that, since the tenting of his trousers would have made any argument laughable anyway.

A flash of movement from the doorway caught their attention, and they turned to see Sean Miller and Guilles Manning of the rugby team, and Ian Roy of the football team, being urged into the room by Davey.

Dilpreet looked up and waved; Nathan, who was close to cumming, just grunted and drove harder into Mariana's cunt.

'What. The. Fuck.' Ian enunciated as he saw the scene on the bed.

'You couldn't prepare people before letting them walk in and see this shit?' Marc asked dryly.

'The look on your faces is half the fun,' Davey replied with a grin.

Guilles caught on more swiftly than the others though. 'This is our payback, hey? What you were saying about Colin making it up to us?' He asked, his eyes riveted to Nathan shuddering and jerking against Mariana as he came.

'Yup.'

'This is supposed to make up for my broken foot?' Ian asked belligerently.

Colin gave him a derisive look. 'Take it or leave it. Who gets a broken foot in a fight anyway?'

Ian was about to respond when Nathan said, 'Who's next?'

Ian raised an eyebrow at Colin and said, 'Fine, then. If me popping back in your sister's used pussy makes you feel better, who am I to say no?'

Colin's face tightened, but he said nothing as Ian meandered over to the bed and took a foil packet from the bowl.

Mariana, who'd been listening to the exchange while getting her face fucked, flushed with embarrassment at Ian's words.

Ian ran a hand down her flank as if she were a horse he was thinking of buying. He gave her buttock a little slap.

Ian rolled the rubber on and was just positioning himself behind Mariana when Davey said, 'Slide underneath her, mate.'

'Why?' Ian asked.

'So I can open up another hole for everyone,' Davey replied, unzipping himself.

Ian grinned and moved to his back, sliding underneath Mariana till his cock was level with her pussy. He rubbed the latex clad tip along her sopping slit.

'Jesus Christ, Dilpreet's balls are right in my face! You better not fuckin' teabag me man!' came the muffled cry from under Mariana.

'If I were you, I'd be more worried about whether she swallows or not!' Dilpreet shot back, sweat dotting his brow as he struggled not to cum into Mariana's talented mouth.

Then two hands reached up and grabbed Mariana by the hips, pulling her down onto Ian's cock. Mariana's moan, muffled by Dilpreet's cock, caused more package adjusting.

Davey hopped up on the bed, positioning himself behind her.

'Today's the day, Mare. You're gonna give up the arse like a good girl,' he said, pulling her cheeks apart with his fingers.

She made a sound of outrage and tried to pull off Dilpreet's cock, but he laced his fingers together behind her head and continued to thrust into her mouth.

Davey had rolled on the condom and slathered lube all over it, and now he pressed the greasy tip against Mariana's tight bud. He began inching his way in. Mariana froze, her mouth falling open around Dilpreet, breath coming in shuddering pants around his flesh.

'Damn...' Marc murmured.

'Now that is hot,' Nathan agreed, the scene reducing the normally loud-mouthed hook to a murmur as well.

***

Mariana shuddered as Davey pushed the final inch into her ass.

Completely filled up...it was the most amazing sensation she'd ever felt in her life.

She'd tried anal before and found that the pain outweighed the pleasure. But now, now she understood. This sensation, the sensation of being completely penetrated, was worth that pinch of discomfort.

Ian tugged her hips back and two cocks pushed into her. Dilpreet gripped her face and started thrusting to the back of her throat.

So full...

She moaned and whimpered around Dilpreet, bringing a hand up to massage his sac. Her cunt was spasming around Ian, and every time that happened, she tightened around Davey as well.

'You have a beautiful ass, Mare,' Davey groaned. 'So fuckin' tight...'

Davey's hands kneaded her buttocks as he lost himself in her tight channel, and Ian slid a hand between his body and hers to rub her clit.

Then Dilpreet was cumming, his cock pulsing against her tongue as he filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed him whole, wrapping her lips tightly around him and drinking every drop. He groaned as she sucked the last drop from him.

Dilpreet slid free of her mouth with a pop, and before she had time to miss the sensation of three cocks at once, Guilles was in front of her and offering his short, thick cock. She accepted eagerly, dimly wondering where her pride had gotten to.   

She easily took Guilles' whole cock into her mouth, and his hands fisted in her hair. He was already swollen with arousal, veins standing out from his cock so she could feel the blood pulsing through him. She moved back and forth on him slowly, not wanting him to cum too soon.

So full...

A hard thrust from Davey knocked her forward, and she groaned loudly around Guilles' dick. That was all it took; Guilles grunted and started pistoning violently into her mouth, his cock spurting into her throat as he did.

'Wow, what was that, Guilles? Like thirty seconds? Congrats, man!' Nathan called out.

Guilles flushed as Mariana cleaned him off. 'Whatever,' he blustered.

'Get out of the way, and I'll show you how the forwards do things,' Sean said, tugging an unresisting Guilles out of the way.

Mariana worked herself on the two dicks behind her, rubbing her clit against Ian's thumb while she waited for Sean to get in place.

He settled in front of her, between her two splayed arms, and unzipped his trousers, bringing his cock to her lips.

Sean, a flanker, was somewhere between Guilles and Ian's skinniness and Colin and Marc's treetrunk builds. His cock was a decent enough size though, so when Mariana opened her mouth and he shoved in, she gagged violently.

'Come on, you can do better than that,' he said to her.

She glared balefully up at him and pulled back, but he locked a hand behind her head and followed her. He began long, languid thrusts, pressing into the back of her throat mercilessly. Tears formed in her eyes, but her ass and pussy twitched and clutched around the cocks in them, proof of how Sean's ill treatment excited her.

'Whatever you guys are doing up there, keep it up,' Ian said with a groan, planting his feet for leverage and thrusting up into Mariana's soaking pussy. Her juices were running down his balls and stomach, and every contraction of her cunt pulled him closer to cumming.

Mariana's pussy felt swollen, from her lips to her inner walls; everything felt puffy and electrified.

Davey and Ian were totally out of sync, slamming into her at their own individual paces, their cocks rubbing against each other through the membrane that was her. Sean face-fucked her like she was a blowup doll, just a hole to get off in.

So full...

What's Colin thinking, she wondered. Was he turned on by this? Repelled? She imagined his cock straining against his fly, hard as iron, just waiting for everyone to leave so he could fuck her senseless.

Her pussy tightened.

Ian's thumb continued its maddening circles, Davey's fingers gripped her hips bruisingly as he reamed her, and Sean's hand held her head in a grip as relentless as his thrusts.

'You're loving this, aren't you, bitch?' Sean said, his voice breathy and amused.

One degrading name was all it took to push her over the edge; she exploded. Her pussy and ass clamped down on Ian and Davey's cocks, her sphincter clinching so tight that Davey gasped. His hips picked up speed, slamming into her, but she just rocked back harder.

The mood of the room had somehow taken on a tone of roughness, and the attitude seemed to be that she was just a fucktoy. She felt their derision, the humiliation, and her mind shut down because it couldn't deal with how much she liked it.

She sucked Sean's cock hard, trying to force his cum out. She screamed around his cock as she came around the other two.

'Fuck!' Sean said, trying vainly to push her head back and keep from cumming.

She followed him hungrily, and when he finally pulled free, the last backstroke of her mouth did him in.

'Fucking slut!' he snarled, jerking his cock viciously in front of her face. His other hand was planted in the middle of her forehead, tilting her head back.

Mariana just opened her mouth and gazed up at him with equal parts triumph and heat in her eyes.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he began bucking helplessly, shooting spurt after spurt of cum onto her waiting tongue.

He doubled over gasping when he finally finished.

'Well, that about does it for me!' Davey groaned. He wrapped his arms around her waist and let loose, reaming her ass mercilessly.

Mariana, still sensitive from her orgasm, whimpered as Davey slammed into her.

Ian, too, picked up his pace, ready to cum. His hands gripped her hips, and he and Davey found a rythm, hauling Mariana back and forth like a ragdoll.

Mariana dimly registered the sound of the doorbell ringing again just before Ian and Davey reached the finishline in their race to cum.

Nathan clambered up on the bed and waved his cock in front of her face, nudging her lips playfully before pushing inside. She was quickly too involved to think about who else had arrived.

***

Colin left the room to answer the door, the scene in Mariana's bedroom vivid in his mind.

He shook his head, trying to figure out what his problem was.

He'd fantasised about this for so long, watching his little sister get violated every which way, and he was definitely turned on, but something was wrong. Just as it had been when he fucked her with Davey.

His cock was a steel rod in his trousers, but his mind was only half into it.

He opened the door and felt his lips turn down. Standing there were Seamus - invited - and Germaine - not invited.

'What the fuck is he doing here?' Colin snapped.

Seamus drew back a little nervously. 'You said this was something about making amends to everyone you fought over your sister. I just thought-'

'He just thought you'd be wantin' to make extra amends to me since I was givin' your sister dick more than anyone,' Germaine cut in with a grin. 'Well,' he amended, 'Anyone besides Davey.'

Colin stood there, feeling that disgusting mix of arousal and contempt that he always felt at the thought of Germaine touching his sister with those black hands, fucking her with his black cock.

His cock hardened to the point of pain.

Maybe this was the extra kink factor that had been missing...

He stepped aside, motioning for them to enter.

Seamus and Germaine both appeared surprised, but Germaine quickly recovered, replacing his expression of surprise with his usual cocky grin as he entered.

'Forgot how nice your place was,' Germaine commented casually, moving up the stairs confidently in the direction of Mariana's bedroom.

Colin's fists tightened, but he followed without a word.

Germaine stopped in the doorway. 'Well, fuck me...Mariana, girl, that you between all those cocks?'

***

Mariana released Nathan's cock and looked up to meet Germaine's smirking gaze.

'Hey! Pay attention!' Nathan admonished, nudging her cheek with his cock.

Germaine was grinning, and Seamus, always following Germaine's lead, grinned too like it was nothing out of the ordinary to walk into a room where a girl was getting gangbanged.

She flushed, but returned to sucking Nathan's cock.

Guilles was now underneath her and Dilpreet in her ass, both having recovered quickly.

She'd had two guys at once before, but she'd never had three, and it was such an extreme experience; backward or forward, up or down; whichever way she moved she was skewered.

There was chatting going on in the background, but Mariana took little notice.

Dilpreet and Guilles, having cum not too long ago, were ready to go the distance this time, and it was a long time before they were even close to cumming. Guilles finally came first, despite having been sucked off more recently than Dilpreet, which earned him more ribbing.

Seamus grabbed a rubber and looked to Germaine.

'You want that pussy, go ahead,' Germaine assented. 'I'm waitin' for the ass.'

'Move for two seconds, bro,' Seamus said to Dilpreet, who pulled out obligingly.

Seamus had the condom rolled on and quickly wiggled underneath Mariana and pulled her down onto his cock. Her pussy was soaked from over an hour of fucking, and squelched noisily when he pushed in.

He turned and grinned at the lads. 'It's as sloppy as it sounds.'

'And that's why I went for the bum,' Dilpreet announced, quickly shoving back in, wrenching a dismayed moan from Mariana.




Rumours Ch. 03



One guy in each hole, each focused more on his own pleasure than Mariana's, using her as fucktoy and talking about her like she was nothing; it was wonderfully degrading, an awful pleasure she could never have imagined. She'd always been on at least somewhat equal footing, if not the seductress in charge - being used like this was a new and amazing drug.

Mariana came twice more, and then Nathan followed suit, humping away till he pumped hot cum down her throat.

As Nathan clambered off the bed, Germaine hopped on, unzipping his jeans and pulling out the cock that had earned him the changeroom nickname of 'The Black Stallion'.

Mariana opened her mouth obligingly, but he just rubbed the tip against her lips. She kissed and tongued it, coaxing him to enter her mouth, only earning a smile from him.

'Remember the first time we fucked?' he asked, loudly enough for all to hear.

Mariana half-nodded, still kissing the silky black knob of his cock.

He looked up at Colin and grinned tauntingly. 'Remember that day you called me spearchucker? Well, that's the day I started bangin' your sister!'

Colin turned a mottled red as Germaine slipped his cock between Mariana's lips, entering her mouth inch by ebony inch.

'I was gonna bring my boys and fuck you up, but then your baby sister here came and apologized for you, told me that your daddy turned you racist and you couldn't help it. Then she offered me some incentive not to hurt you.' He was working his hips as he talked, bringing Mariana's bright red face almost to his pubic hair.

Colin was consumed with a paralyzing combination of anger and arousal. She'd fucked Germaine out of some stupid attempt to make up for him hating niggers?

Germaine smirked, clearly seeing how badly he was getting to Colin. 'She took it from me, then three of my boys ran a train on her. We all had a great time, and I guess I have you to thank,' he taunted.

Colin swallowed his rage and forced himself to reply, 'Guess you do, monkey.'

Germaine's face tightened, but he only gripped a fistful of Mariana's hair in response. His hips swiveled and rammed his cock down her throat, and he sneered at Colin.

The guys, all used to Colin and Germaine's rowing, weren't phased by the sniping at all, although the addition of a live fuckshow was new.

Nathan sidled over to Marc. 'You gonna have a go or what? I've cum twice now, and I'm ready to go.'

Marc shook his head. 'You go, I'll catch a ride from Colin.'

Nathan shrugged. 'Suit yourself, mate.'

'I need a ride to the gym, if you're going that way,' Guilles said.

Nathan nodded and they departed, clapping Colin on the shoulder as they left.

'You know, it's really fucked up that you're watching this,' he commented to Colin.

'Just making sure no one gets too rough with her. Just 'cause she fucked up my life doesn't mean I can let her get mashed up if you guys get out of hand.'

Ian cocked his head. 'Yeah, I guess. Well, it's cool that you did this. It was pretty bitchy what she was doing.'

'Tell me about it,' Colin said dryly. 'I'm still off the team 'cause of her.'

'What a bitch,' Ian murmured, eyes drinking in the sight of said bitch getting reamed out in all three holes.

Marc remained silent.

'Alright, man, I gotta bounce. I'll see you in school, yeah?' Ian said.

Colin nodded. 'Later.'

Ian departed with one last rowdy comment to the now grunting and straining Dilpreet.

Dilpreet's hips started jackhammering against Mariana's, and she was groaning and pushing back against him by the time he came. Both their faces were flushed, and Mariana had purple marks where various hands had gripped her.

When Dilpreet slipped out, he pulled off the condom and slapped her on the arse with it. 'Thanks, Mariana,' he said with a grin.

Germaine leaned down and murmured something to Mariana, too low for others to hear.

***

'Do you like feeling like a whore?' Germaine's voice was low and insidious.

Mariana's mouth tightened on his cock involuntarily.

'All these guys fucking you, right in front of your brother. You're a couple of sick little white kids. He's been watching you ride all these cocks, lookin' at you like he wants to be next,' Germaine murmured.

Mariana pulled off his cock. 'Fuck off, Germaine,' she panted, red-faced.

He just grinned and nudged her lips with his prick again. 'Open up like a good girl.'

She couldn't resist for long, cockslut that she was. She opened her mouth and drew him back in, suckling him lovingly. God, he had a beautiful cock.

She sucked and licked and hummed around him, using every trick she knew to please him, all while her pussy was pleasured by Seamus' cock. When she had him at the point that his cock couldn't swell anymore, he pulled out.

She followed hungrily, mouth open like a baby bird.

He swung off the bed, and a shiver of apprehension ran through her.

Sure enough, the bed dipped behind her as he positioned himself at her arse. She let out a tortured groan as the monstrously thick head of his cock pushed through the tight band of her sphincter.

'Oh God, Germaine, it's too big!'

'Just relax, girl. You can take it,' he murmured, inching his way inside her.

'No, I can't!' she groaned. 'Please! It hurts!'

'Just a couple more inches,' he grunted, seesawing a little when her anus clamped down around him. 'Let me in, baby.'

Mariana let out a shuddery breath and consciously slackened her anal muscles.

Germaine slid in the rest of the way. 'Mmm, that's nice and tight,' he said with an experimental thrust.

She gasped.

'Davey, boy, hand me that lube.'

Davey fetched him the lube, unabashedly rubbing his cock through his trousers.

Germaine uncapped it and drizzled it down the length of cock that wasn't embedded in Mariana's ass. He then drizzled some along Mariana's ass crack, rubbing it in with his fingers.

When he pushed in, lube squelched out around her puckered hole.

***

Colin felt feverish, the sight before him was so hot.

Seamus was incidental, although the double penetration was also arousing.

But it was watching Germaine's black cock, that now seemed even more huge, stuffed inside his baby sister's arse that had him sweating.

It was like watching live porn. Like that 'Big Blacks on Petite Blondes' that he and Mariana had watched, masturbating side by side. The memory caused another lurch of his cock.

Watching her be violated by all the other lads had just been a prelude to this.

***

Mariana groaned through clenched teeth as Germaine stroked in and out of her with slow, lazy thrusts.

She remembered his stamina; it would be a while before he came.

Seamus, seeming determined not to cum before Germaine, slowed his movements too, and they began a leisurely double assault.

Oddly, where the fast-paced boys before had left her with only a mild sheen of perspiration, she was soon pouring sweat from this much more languid fuck.

'Please, please, please...' she moaned.

'Please, what?' Germaine leaned forward to whisper. 'Please, hurry up?' He quickened his pace. 'Please, slow down?' He slowed. 'Please go deeper?' He pushed deep, deep inside her, spreading her cheeks apart to touch deeper in her back channel than she'd thought anyone could go.

Seamus was playing with her tits now, pinching and rubbing her nipples, trying to bring his head to the right angle to reach them, but not quite able to catch them between his lips. He licked at her, teasing her instead.

She was panting for air, her sweat-slicked tummy sliding along Seamus's. Germayne's hand rubbed up and down her back, raising goosebumps along her spine.

Without warning, he brought a hand down hard on her bum, the smacking sound reverberated around the room.

She clenched down hard on both cocks as she came.

'You have such a nice ass, girl. Little, but nice,' Germaine commented, slapping it again, and continuing his lazy thrusts as if her shuddering cunt hadn't affected him at all.

Her back arched.

The slaps continued, and with each slap, she contracted around the cocks thrusting in and out of her holes.

Seamus was soon sweating as much as she, his forehead furrowed with the effort of holding off his cum. He'd abandoned his attempts to tease her nipples.

She looked down and felt a hazy triumph seeing how close he was to orgasm. She dipped down, putting a nipple to his lips. He captured it and sucked greedily.

Mariana spasmed around both cocks, making both jerk inside her, but for Seamus, it was too much. He gripped her hips hard and dug his feet into the bed, bucking up at her in a frenzy.

She ground down on top of him, stirring his cock inside her like a pleasure-stick. Her vaginal walls clutched at him, sucking greedily until it heaved him over the edge.

'Fuck!' Seamus grunted as he spewed cum inside the rubber.

Mariana bit her lip, her eyes dazed but self-satisfied.

Seamus seemed somewhat at a loss for how to get out from under her, finally sliding backward and wedging himself out between Mariana's handcuffed hands and the headboard.

'Just you and me,' Germaine said to her.

She threw her hips back at him in response.

He laughed in surprise. 'Tryin' to make me cum, girl? Forget it. I'm likin' this ass too much to finish yet.'

She arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him, raising her eyebrow in challenge.

He grinned and smacked her arse hard.

She clenched her anus around him, then drew slowly forward. She pushed back suddenly without warning, deep.

He slapped his hips against her, meeting her challenge. He thrust deep, picking up his pace, having no doubt he could hold off his cum until he wanted to.

Sweat dampened her body now, running in rivulets down her chest and tummy. Mariana's arse, stretched obscenely around the thick cock, was already quivering and clenching on its own, but she tightened it deliberately now. Clench, release. Clench, release. She stirred her hips and arched her back deeply like a cat stretching.

That sight finally seemed to get a reaction; his fingers tightened on her hip.

Germaine slowed, but she began humping back against him, refusing to let him off the hook.

They continued like that for long minutes, stamina versus shameless enticement. Germaine did admirably, but when Mariana pushed back hard against him, rotating her hips and clamping on him all at once, he was done for.

He realised it and gave in, hammering his way home to orgasm. His cocked throbbed and swelled as it spurted seed into his rubber. He landed one last hard smack onto her arse, then tugged free of her.

'Whew! Damn, girl!' he commented breathlessly.

Mariana flopped forward, drained of energy, and didn't respond.

***

Germaine stepped off the bed and walked over to Colin, his cock still semi-hard and bouncing in front of him.

They stood face-to-face, an obscene picture with Germaine's cock waving between them. Everyone waited to see who would say what.

Germaine grinned as he peeled off the condom and held it up in front of Colin's face. 'You want this, batty boy?'

'Get that shit out of my face before I fuckin' kill you,' Colin said quietly.

Germaine's grin disappeared and he lowered the condom. 'One day, we're gonna see about all your talk.'

This time, a grin appeared on Colin's face. 'Can't wait.'

Germaine snorted. 'Come on, Seamus.' He and Seamus left in short order, and then it was just Colin, Marc and Davey in the room.

Marc was staring at Mariana with a strange expression on his face.

'Go have a turn, man,' Colin said softly.

Marc hesitated, seeming torn. There was a huge hard on tenting his trousers, so Colin wondered just what was causing his pause.

'Seriously, Marc, how can you watch all that and not need to get off?' Davey exclaimed. 'Go ahead! You can see she's had a good time here.'

Finally, Marc just shook his head. 'No, I can't. This is just too fucked up. I'll see you at school.' And with that, he left too.

Colin and Davey just looked at each other, neither having a real idea what Marc's problem was.

Colin shrugged. 'His choice, then.'

He walked over to where Mariana lay and uncuffed her.

She looked so sleepy and innocent. If it weren't for the sheen of sex-sweat and the overwhelming smell of male all over her, he would've found her sweet.

She looked up at him through hazy eyes.

Suddenly, he wanted to hit her.

The arousal still hummed through his veins, but he was also irrationally pissed off by the memory of her enjoying all those cocks, mouth open in pleasure, hips thrusting in whatever direction there was a cock.

He dropped her onto her back and swung a leg over to straddle her neck. He whipped his cock out and began furiously jerking it, right over her wide-eyed visage.

It didn't take him long to cum, spurting globs of creamy white cum all over her bewildered face. He wiped the last drops off his cock on a clean spot on her cheek.

He stood up and tucked himself away, then shoved past Davey with a grunt of, 'Come on, I'll drive you home.'

Davey slapped her on the thigh and winked. 'Later, Mare,' he said cheerfully as he followed Colin out.

Mariana sat there by herself for a long moment, feeling small in the sea of rumpled bedding. Then she began to cry.

***

Colin lay on his back in his room later that night, staring meditatively at his ceiling.

He had been trying all night to figure out what his issue was. He had fantasized about her fucking all those guys before he'd been able to fuck her. The images had always gotten him off. Hell, seeing it in person had almost gotten him off without his cock even being touched.

But the white-hot rage that came with it was baffling. He knew now that she'd fucked all those guys, so while he was still pissed about all the times he'd defended her, the anger over that deception had faded to more of a simmering annoyance. The anger he kept feeling after seeing her fuck other guys was intense and growing. It was almost like he was-

Holy shit...

He was jealous. Jealous of his sister.

The images that had been such good masturbatory material were now eating at him like acid because Mariana was HIS. His, and he had to share her with that little fuck Davey.

He was frightened at the virulence of his feelings toward his sister. He'd gone from a secret and harmless fantasy to wanting to keep her to himself. He wondered when he was going to snap out of it and end this. He'd never planned to keep Mariana as some sex slave for the rest of their lives. He certainly couldn't date her. There was no future in this - there couldn't be - with the exception of possible disaster. He should put an end to it all, get a girlfriend or something and move on.

But whether or not he should stop fucking Mariana, he knew he couldn't - at least not yet.

So it was time to figure out how to get rid of the third wheel.

***

It was two in the morning when Mariana's phone rang.

'Hello?' she said hoarsely into the mouthpiece, her voice raspy from crying rather than sleep.

'Hey,' a male voice replied.

She immediately sat up straight. 'Marc?'

'Yeah.'

'I...what do you want?' she said tiredly, unable to bother with the pretense of smalltalk.

'I want to know what the hell is going on with you and your brother.'

'I think you should be able to piece it together,' she snapped. 'He found out I was lying to him about not fucking all you guys, and he freaked. Just went completely apeshit. Today was his idea of punishment.'

'Jesus,' Marc whispered. Then, a moment later, 'Mariana, has he...touched you?'

For some reason, the denial didn't spring to her lips as quickly as it had with Ms. Lemieux. 'No.' But she'd hesitated too long.

'Jesus,' he repeated, shocked. 'He raped you, didn't he?'

'No! Marc, thanks for your concern, but I don't need it. I'm fine. You could see for yourself I enjoyed myself tonight.'

'Yeah, I forgot how much you loved cock,' he said, bitterness creeping into his tone.

Tears stung her eyes, and she blinked in surprise. She was used to being called a slut; that was just the price you paid for being a girl who enjoyed sex. But it stung coming from him.

She forced her voice to come out calmly. 'You must have been so worried, that you can turn around and call me a slut the next second.'

'I-Fuck, you're right. I'm sorry. And I am worried. I still love you,' he said softly.

'Marc, we've been through this: I can't be what you need. Least of all now.'

'Maybe not, but right now you need help, so I'm gonna be here for you.' His tone was firm.

She sighed. 'Please don't get involved, Marc.'

'I'm pretty sure I know what happened. I just want to hear you say it.'

'Well, I'm not going to,' she snapped.

'Just fuckin' tell me! I know he raped you!' He was yelling now.

Something snapped, and she hissed, 'You don't get to call it rape when it makes you come!'

And then she started crying.

'Mariana, it's okay! It's okay!' he soothed, but he sounded somewhat lost himself.

'God, I'm disgusting!' she sobbed. 'Everything he does, Marc, you don't even know...and I like it!' she sobbed harder. 'What's wrong with me?'

'Nothing! You're fine, baby.' He continued murmuring soothing things to her, things he didn't even know if he himself believed; that she was normal, that it didn't make her sick.

His calming tone eventually had the desire effect, and her sobs slowly quieted.

'I can't go to the police, Marc.'

'Mare...'

'No, Marc! Even if I actually had any kind of case - which I don't - it would kill Mum and Dad. I just want him to stop. He'll get tired of this, eventually.'

'He'll get tired of it when I beat the shit out of him!'

'No.'

'Mariana-'

'No I said! And what a fucking hypocrite you are! I saw you tonight! I saw your cock trying to rip its way out of your trousers!'

He had the decency to be shamed by that. 'I'm sorry.'

She snorted. 'For what? Being a male?'

'For being turned on even though I suspected that Colin was forcing you into that shit.'

'Don't worry about it. Like I said, you're male.'

He knew she was trying to ease the tension, but he wanted to protect her. His frustration was growing that she wouldn't let him.

'So, you won't go to the police, and you won't let me handle it?'

'Correct,' she stated firmly.

He sighed. Then an idea occurred to him. 'But you do want it to stop?'

'Yes! God, yes!' she replied without hesitation. Although there was some fascination with this dark part of her that Colin was awakening, she was tired; of his moodswings, of her self-disgust, of waking up and not knowing whether she was going to feel okay or spontaneously burst into tears. Mostly she was scared of what she was becoming, scared that Colin was stripping away her entire sense of self and leaving only an addiction to him.

'Then we need to get something on him,' Mark stated. 'Something we could blackmail him with that would hurt him without hurting you. So, obviously pictures of you and him are out.'

'Yeah, Davey already has that covered, anyway,' she muttered.

'Davey has pictures of you two?' he asked, dumbfounded.

'Video. He pulled up beside us when Colin decided he wanted a quick shag on the side of the road.'

'Jesus Christ. What did he say?'

'That he wanted to watch us. And join us.'

Marc couldn't contain his disgust. 'He's such a sick fuck.'

She felt that pretty much covered it, so she didn't add anything.

Something clicked in Marc's brain. 'I think I have an idea of what we could get on Colin.'