She froze and thought about backing out. But Mark's smug look made her want to do what he commanded, if for no other reason to prove she was better than he was. She turned her back to him and bend over, then fully over, to pick up a piece of paper that had missed the garbage can. She felt slightly queasy at the thought of what she was doing. She knew that she was exposing her bare ass to his leering inspection. And even a bit of her pussy must have been showing.

Mark, on the other hand, was enjoying every second. His cock twitched and strained against his tight jeans every time Anne bent over. He was rewarded with several excellent views of the firm, shapely globes of her bare ass cheeks, and was happy to see no tan lines. In one view she had bent over in just the right way to let him see the perfect view of her luscious pussy. He rubbed himself as he watched the erotic scene.

Anne sighed with relief as she picked up the final piece of dirty laundry. Thankfully his room wasn't that dirty. Now that she thought about it, the stuff she had just picked up almost seemed to have been placed strategically about. She turned to him sharply when she realized his ploy.

"That it?" she demanded, feeling disgusted with him and herself. He continued to rub himself through his jeans even as she looked one.

"Almost," he said. "But you see, now I have this problem. Watching you bending over in front of, displaying yourself like that, has got me horny as Hell. I think you had better take care of it for me."

Anne stood and stared at her brother as if realizing for the first time the plight that she had allowed herself to become trapped in. "What do you mean?" she asked fearfully.

"I want you to give me head, Anne," he said matter-of- factly, surprised at his confidence. Until that very moment he wasn't certain if he would ever really be able to go through with it. "Suck me off until I blow my load in your mouth." He smiled sweetly at her. Anne remained motionless, fear in her eyes. "Come on, Anne," he yelled, anger in his voice. "We both know what's riding on this. Get over here and suck me off!"

Fear started her into motion, but anger and disgust made that motion slow. How could she go through with it? How could she suck on her own brother's cock? Maybe if she just closed her eyes and sucked real fast it would all be over quickly.

She stopped at the edge of her brother's bed and looked down at him. He rubbed himself through his pants and finally popped the snap and unzipped them. He lifted his ass off the bed and scooted out of the pants, kicking them off onto the floor. His shirt and socks came off next, so that he lay before her in only his underwear. The bulge of his throbbing cock strained against the thin fabric, begging for release of the tight confines.

"Take them off," he ordered. He was surprised at Anne's compliance. He could see the disgust on her face, but he could also see a distance. She was doing everything she could to pretend that this wasn't happening, that Mark was someone else, Dave perhaps. He didn't care, as long as he got what he wanted. Anne bent over him and grabbed the waistband of the shorts. Mark raised his hips again and she peeled the shorts from his waist, over his thighs and finally off altogether.

She stared for long moments at the bobbing, twitching cock. If it had been someone else's, she thought, she would have called it beautiful. It was over seven inches long and a good thickness with a smooth, purple head. But it belonged to her brother. She would do this, this one time to be free of him. As sick as it all was, she knew she had no real choice.

Mark didn't have to encourage her anymore. She knelt beside the bed and positioned herself over his waiting cock. Her long hair brushed his naked stomach sending shivers up his body. But they were nothing compared to the feeling off her hot breath on his cock as she lowered her head and opened her mouth. She closed her lips over the head and licked out with her tongue, testing the flavor and texture. She started to gag, but more from the thought having her brother's cock in her mouth than from sucking a dick.

Composing herself, she went to work. She opened her mouth wider and plunged her head down on his throbbing penis. It was hot in her mouth, and felt good. She loved sucking cock. But she did her best to think this was Dave, not Mark, and settled quickly into a fast, steady rhythm, hoping to bring him off quickly. Mark marveled at the fabulous sensations that were coming from his electrified cock. He knew from watching the tape of her and Dave that she had quite a bit of skill in this art, and that she was trying to her best to bring him off quickly.

She was a little rough in her urgency, occasional scraping her teeth or letting him slip out from time to time. Never the less, he soon felt his balls churning. Waiting months for this very instant, the moment and the superior skill being used on his dick were becoming too much for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the top of her head as it bobbed up and down. An occasional slurp could be heard, exciting him all the more. He moaned and writhed under her skilled mouth, trying his best to resist pumping his cock into her mouth, wanting to savor this as long as possible. But he was quickly losing the battle. He was going to cum, soon.

He reached down and stroked her hair before placing his hand on the top of her head.

"I'm going to cum, Anne," he whispered hoarsely. "You're going to make me cum." She put her hand around the base of his cock and tried to pull her mouth away, but he pushed at her head, keeping her on him. "No, I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every drop."

She tried to push away, but he grabbed her head with both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth as she gurgled and tried to scream at him. His ass cheeks suddenly clenched and he thrust into her, hard, filling as much of her mouth as he could. First one, then two, then three globs of hot cum shot out of his shaft into her waiting mouth. She choked and tried to spit it out, but he held her firmly in place.

"Swallow it all!" he gasped. "Suck my balls dry." She had no choice but to swallow, but she refused to suck on him any longer. "I said suck!" he yelled at her in angry. Fearful, she increased the tension of her lips around his shaft and reluctantly sucked on his softening cock. Another spurt and a few more beads of his pearly cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. At last he let her go. She fell away, choking and gasping for air. She shot Mark a look of pure hatred. Mark lay on the bed and looked back, his face a mask of satisfied lust.

For Mark it was everything he had imagined. As a sexual experience, it had felt amazing, but knowing it was his sister who had performed it made all that much better. He sighed happily and looked over at Anne. His sister was still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and glaring at him. For her, the experience had been less that enjoyable. She didn't know if it had been worth it, if a month in the Bahamas was worth drinking her own brother's cum, but she was determined to forget this whole this whole thing, and soon. But Mark had other ideas.

He looked over at his clock and smiled. It was only 7:00 p.m. He still had the whole weekend in front of him, and it was going to be one hell of a time. Anne slowly stood and started to leave, snapping Mark out of his reverie.

"Where are you going?" he demanded as he grabbed his robe and threw it on.

"I did what you wanted," she sneered. "Now leave me alone."

Mark shrugged. "The deal was you would be mine for the whole weekend. Its still only Friday night." Her eyes widened as she looked to the door for escape. "And right now, my little maid, I want you to do my laundry. Come along now." He smiled sweetly and started for the door. His command had been so idle, so calm and casual, that she felt compelled to obey. With a sad sigh she grabbed the newly filled basket of clothes and followed her brother to the basement.

Mark grabbed a chair and dragged it into the laundry room. Without a word, he sat down and watched. Anne glared at her older brother, but set to her task without complaint. What could she do? She had come this far. To quite now, over laundry, seemed ludicrous, all things considered. Thankfully, it was only one load.

Mark's eyes drank in her body and it moved and jiggled beneath her skimpy, sexy uniform. He wanted to run to her, tear off her clothes, and fuck her against the washing machine. Even having just had himself sexually satisfied, his cock still twitched and threatened to rise at the thought. With some restraint, he contented himself watching. Anne threw the remainder of his clothes in and started the machine, looking expectantly to Mark for further orders. Instead, he just stared at her. She shifted nervously.

"Why don't you hop up onto the washer until the load is done," Mark told her. She looked at him, somewhat confused, but slowly pushed herself onto the machine. Facing Mark, she crossed one leg over the other to hide his view from her naked pussy. In a few moments she realized that her pussy wasn't his immediate focus. The machine started its wash cycle, agitating visibly, and Anne rocked gently on top of it. She could feel her unrestrained tits bouncing inside of her top, and looking at Mark, suddenly realized he had a great view of the tops of her tits bouncing with the machine. She tried several times to uncomfortably cover herself better, but in the end, gave in to his stares. At least he wasn't touching her.

The cycle of the machine seemed to take forever as Anne sat and displayed herself to her brother. When the washer finally stopped, she quickly hopped off and started to transfer the load to the dryer. So exhausted from the ordeal so far, she didn't even think as she bent fully over in front of her brother.

Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his sister's bare pussy in the best shot he had seen yet. He smiled at her carelessness, a new wave of lust creeping over his loins. Anne set the dryer and turned back to her brother.

"Now what?" she sneered. "You want me to sit on the dryer?"

"No," he said as he got up from the chair. "I'm hungry. Make us dinner." He smiled at her and led the way to the kitchen. She choked back her anger, but followed behind.

Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and positioned himself to watch the full of the kitchen. Anne stood there for a time, waiting for him to say something. Finally she sighed.

"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, slightly angry.

"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in the freezer."

She glared at him, but set to work. Searching through the freezer, she found a small tub labeled sauce and tossed it into the microwave to defrost. Anne set a large pot of water on the stove to boil and turned to Mark, keeping an eye on him. She still believed, deep down, that she held some sort of personal control over the situation. Mark simply sat and stared at her in total silence. Anne shifted nervously under the cold scrutiny, waiting for him to say something, to do something. But he did neither, choosing to stare in silence, his eyes eating her body.

Mark was smiling on the inside. He could see exactly how much he was getting to her, and he loved every moment. But his heart was thudding against his chest, threatening to burst. And that wasn't all that was going to burst. His hard cock throbbed painfully, needing release, needing a hole to explode into. He was surprised he had been able to hold out as long as he did, but he would have to move soon. He watched his sister closely, waiting for the right moment. The right moment to take her.

It seemed like an eternity to Anne, but the water finally started to boil. She turned thankfully from the haunting stare and pulled the pasta from the cupboard. Grabbing a handful, she tossed it into the boiling pot and began to stir it idly, unaware that Mark had moved in behind her. In one, swift motion he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her chest down onto the counter.

Anne shrieked in terror and tried to push herself up, to fight free of his grip, but it seemed hopeless. He was much stronger then she was, and the way he had her pinned prevented her arm muscles from resisting him.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at him, her voice tight.

"What I've been dreaming of for months," Mark snickered in her ear. "Now hold still. You might enjoy this."

Mark tugged at the knot on his belt, letting his robe open at the front. His stiff rod swayed as it sought out the object of its affections, now so close at hand. Anne whimpered into the counter top as her brother's hand felt its way under the short skirt and onto her ass cheeks. He plied and kneaded at the soft globes until his middle finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the entrance to her sweet cunt. She cried softly, causing him to smile even more. She didn't resist as he kicked her legs apart and dragged her hips slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking his lips, Mark took his cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy lips.

"Stop," she screamed as she felt the head of his dick press against her pussy lips. She pushed off the counter but Mark caught her before she was able to turn away. In one, quick stab he thrust half his cock into her partially dry cunt.

She whimpered and cried but he held her firm. Mark put one hand on her hips, and with the other he pushed her head down and slightly to the side. Through tears, she saw the boiling pot of water and pasta getting closer and closer to her face. Sucking in a hot breath of fear, she tensed, then forcibly relaxed, trying to accommodate Mark's size in her unlubed cunt.

Mark held her head above the steaming pot, and sniffling in defeat, she slowly reached down and began to finger her clit. Mark grunted and laughed in her ear, and began to move his cock around inside of her as best he could. From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and the action in her pussy, Anne felt her juices begin to flow and lubricate around Mark's penis. Mark felt it too. With A handful of her hair, Mark squeezed her tits through her blouse and stared to thrust up into her. She closed her eyes and tried to leave her body, to let her brother rape her without feeling it.

Scalding moisture brought her abruptly to her senses. Mark began to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. His body was locked on one, solitary purpose: filling this cunt with his sperm. As his thrusting became more and more ferocious, Mark began to push on her head, forcing her closer and closer to the boiling water.

She panicked. She tried pushing, twisting her way free, but it was no use. With his orgasm near, she could never escape his grasp now. The heated steam turned from irritable to painful as it began to scald her face, to burn her skin. She had no choice. In a desperate act she began to thrust back against him. Mark moaned as she started to milk the muscles of her pussy around his cock with each thrust.

He couldn't believe how good it had felt before. Now that she was fucking him back, he knew he couldn't last. He pulled her away from the pot and slammed her face back into the counter. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded into her several more times before at last erupting into her cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her belly. His cock twitched and slowly started to soften.

Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly. He wiped his cock on her apron and left her crying on the counter as he returned to the chair, totally satisfied. That had been far better than he had ever imagined. Anne slumped against the counter and sobbed. Her pussy was on fire and face burned from the near scalding. She could feel her own juices and her brother's sperm dripping down her inner thighs. She felt so far away, that this couldn't be happening. She couldn't even remember what she had done that could be so awful as to allow her own brother to rape her.

He watched her from his chair, letting her cry silently, for several minutes before tapping the table impatiently.

"Anne, I think the spaghetti is ready now," he said matter-of-factly. "You better serve it before it gets mushy."

She turned and glared him with pure hate in her eyes. Mark smiled back at her. She knew, now, that her torment had only just begun. She said nothing, but took out two plates and silverware and set two places. With an angry, distant expression she served out two helpings, smearing sauce over each and sat down. Mark couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed to have become his willing slave. He could barely eat as he stared at her with a newfound lust.

Anne, in fact, was not so willing. Crying into the counter top opened her eyes to the realization of what she let herself into. She had sucked her brother off, drank his sperm, and let him fuck her. It wasn't too late, of course. She could walk away. But what would be the point, now, after she had been put this much.

She would get through this weekend, get that tape and destroy, and plot her eternal revenge. For now, she would have to get by. She didn't look at Mark as she forced herself to eat, but she could feel his eyes walking over her. She cringed but finished as much as she wanted. When she looked up she noticed Mark's plate was empty.

"More?" she sneered at him.

"No, I'm fine," he replied pleasantly. "But you know, I'm a little sore. I think I need a massage."

He got up and started to walk upstairs, not even bothering to see if Anne would follow. She hesitated, but slowly got up and climbed the stairs after him. She found him naked, face down on his bed, his lean, well-defined body displayed for her. She frowned, but found herself climbing onto the bed beside him. She started at his shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. Mark sighed.

"That feels good," he moaned. "Straddle my hips."

Anne slowly swung a leg over his body and settled down on his ass. Mark groaned as he felt her bald pussy lips brushing his skin. He could still feel the wetness of her juices and his cum mixed within her. She worked over his neck, shoulders and back as best she could. Mark moaned in appreciation from time, but said nothing, letting her work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working out his muscles. By the end of it, Mark was laying on yet another raging hard on.

Anne pulled herself off of Mark and started to move off the bed when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down. Moving quickly, her forced he on her back and climbed on top of her, pinning her smaller frame beneath him. She squirmed against him and pushed at his chest, trying to push him away.

"Mark, no!" she screamed at him as she beat at his shoulders feebly. Mark grinned down at her. "Got off or I'll scream."

She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she could finish taking a breath Mark smashed his lips into hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. She lay there stunned as her brother kissed her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses and bit down on his lip. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue before Mark snapped his head back and howled at her.