*** 15 ***

Nena felt a hot flash of anxiety travel through her body, making her almost physically ill. Carlos sat looking at her, transfixed, his eyes taking in every intimate detail of her chest, the sight of his sister's breasts causing an almost mental overload of sexual feeling. He shifted in his seat to relieve his stiffness, but kept his eyes focused on his sister's full mounds.

Seeing Carlos reaction to her, caused Nena's heart to flutter. She found it hard to breath. Her respiration coming in short, shallow gasps from her terror and fear.

"They're big aren't they," Constancia said, gazing at the obviously excited boy.

Carlos could only nod mutely. His mouth was as dry as cotton.

"Would you like to...touch them?"

Carlos nodded quickly in the affirmative, faintly trembling with desire. Nena began to sob quietly. Carlos looked at her and began to feel guilty for thinking about his own sister in such a vile way.

"Don't worry Carlos, your big sister WANTS you to touch her. Don't you Nena?" Constancia hard gaze bored into Nena's watery, red-rimmed eyes.

She breathed in deeply, trying to maintain some dignity, some control and said quietly in a quivering voice. "Yes, Carlos I...I... want you to touch them."

Carlos was didn't quite know what to do, but...his sister said it was O.K. She was crying...but she did give him permission. He was confused, but he followed his body's desire and quickly scooted his chair up until he was facing her, the firm tits pointing at him only a few inches away.

"Go ahead...touch them." He heard Constanica's voice direct him. Trembling slightly, he slowly reached up and grasped the big mounds squeezing gently. God they felt so firm. He squeezed a little harder, causing Nena to wince. His adolescent cock jutted out in his pants like a steel pole.

"They're firm aren't they?" Constancia said, enjoying the humiliation of Mary Helen.

Carlos regained his voice, "God. They're so big...so firm...they feel... great," his hands continuing to squeeze and fondle his sister's big tits as if he was kneading two big globes of firm dough. His big, round eyes were transfixed on his manipulating hands that continually squeezed and fondled the big firm tits of his beautiful sister. He was in a state of high arousal as he realized that he would be able to do whatever he wanted to Mary Helen. A pang of guilt hit him at the thought, but it wasn't enough to distract him from continuing the non-consensual assault on his tormented sibling.

Nena kept her eyes clenched. Trying to distance herself from her feeling of shame and embarrassment.

"Carlos, I'm going to show you how to...excite a girl. Would you like that?" Constancia asked almost gleefully.

Carlos smiled back at her nervously, not sure what to do.

"Pinch your sister's nipples Carlos, and pull them up."

Carlos hesitantly reached over and grasped his sister's nipples and slowly pulled them up, the heavy globes suspended by hardening nubs.

Nena open her eyes and gasped loudly, "No...stop...stop...stop it Carlos," his touch caused her to catch her breath. She reached up quickly in a panic and made an attempt to grab her brother's arms. Before she could grab them she heard Constancia's commanding voice, "Drop your hands Nena." "Now!" she repeated again when Mary Helen wavered. Then Constancia said firmly, "Carlos needs to learn what excites a girl and you're going to teach him."

"Please Constancia...you know...how...sensitive they are," Nena said pleadingly.

"Drop your hands Nena. I mean it!"

Nena's hands remained in mid-air a second longer and then she lowered them slowly to her lap while Carlos kept on raising Nena's tits higher until his hands were almost at chin level. Both of her firm mounds hanging suspended by the sensitive nipples. Carlos shivered in sexual wanting at the effect this was having on his sister. Eyes wet, Nena shifted slowly back and forth on the sofa as if not sure what to do. Her little hands were clenching and unclenching in her lap. Her breath was quick and shallow. She wasn't talking, but was making...mewing noises, whimpering like she was in pain. Her breathing was slightly more labored and coming out in a rush every few seconds as if she was out of breath.

Constancia looked at Carlos approvingly," Your learning Carlos. Isn't Mary Helen a great teacher?" she said facetiously.

He smiled, feeling more in control, less nervous, an inexperienced boy with a newfound confidence. Without any prompting from Constancia, he pinched his sister's nipples a little harder and slowly pulled them out towards him. She began to whimper and moan uncontrollably.

"Please Carlos" she panted, "Please...stop...this... God...I'm your sister," Nena shuddered uncontrollably, barely contain herself, the thought of the video tape on the backburner of her mind, the only thing keeping her from slapping Carlos hands away from her. Yet the pull the sweet pull...was intoxicating. The hard nubs radiating an almost painful heat all through her breasts, ricocheting through the rest of her body making her feel, hot, restless. She was aware that she was becoming deeply aroused, her vagina puffed up and swollen. Her slippery juice coating her labia, exciting her, making her want to...touch herself. To run her hard fingers up and down the slippery gash. She trembled. A shiver ran through her entire body making her breath catch as if she had been dunked in cold water unexpectedly.

Constancia noticed Nena's arousal and told Carlos to slowly let his sister's taut breasts down. He complied with an almost sad look, like a little boy being told that he needs to turn off the T.V. and go to bed. Nena was perspiring lightly and her rapid, shallow breathing made her firm breasts shake. Her nipples were completely extended out and hard from the stimulation.

"Would you like to see more Carlos?" Constancia asked.

He looked at her excitedly, like a little boy waiting in line to see Santa Clause. Nena was obviously excited, but still grasping and holding onto a thread of rationality.

"That's enough," she said, her voice thick. She repeated an octave lower, almost plaintively, "Please that's enough. That's all he needs to know now. Please Constancia!" she added pleadingly. Her eyes betraying her fear and shame.

Without acknowledging Nena, Constancia said, "Pull up your dress and show Carlos your little pussy. Show him what it looks like when it's excited."

Nena hesitated -- the anxiety and arousal together causing her mind to go blank -- confused. Carlos looked at her anxiously, his tongue licking his dry lips.

"NOW!" Constancia commanded.

Nena, her arms shaking, took the hem of her dress and pulled it back, exposing more and more of her firm legs and thighs. Each new patch of skin exposed, causing Carlos's cock to throb harder.

"Scoot up Mary Helen, how is Carlos going to learn about sex, if you're hiding yourself?" Constancia chided her reproachfully.

Nena was so confused and ashamed that she couldn't think straight, the whole experience almost surreal, like she was watching somebody else, and did as she was told, driven by the fear of the video, the commands of her tormentor and to a lesser but growing degree the incestual desires of her little brother. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her vagina partly hidden by her dress. Shaking, she pulled the rest of her dress back, revealing the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

Carlos moved in closer to her his breath quickening at the sight of his sisters dark snatch in front of him.

"Spread your legs Nena," she heard Constancia say. Embarrassed, she opened her legs any wider, the aroused slit wet at the juncture of her soft thighs sticky with her juices. Carlos scanned his sisters fevered body, his gaze taking in her gorgeous face, her taut breasts, her smooth tummy, which led his eyes to the thick bush of her vagina. He was so overcome with lust and excitement, that he stared at her dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do.

Constancia looked at him, noticing the tell tale bulge in his jeans. "Carlos, you must be uncomfortable. Go ahead and take off your pants if you want. Your sister won't mind, will you Mary Helen?" Constancia said, while rhythmically tapping her purse.

An involuntary nervous spasm ran through Nena, "No!" she said fearfully, in a low voice. "That's it, O.K? Just stop now... PLEASE... Constancia before things go too far!" She said the last few words almost crying.

Constancia looked back at her blankly, not saying anything. Just watching Carlos as he slowly and deliberately unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down his thin legs along with his boxer shorts. He was overcome with the need to continue what he had started with his sister; he couldn't stop now.

When Nena saw her brother's hard brown cock she couldn't help but stare. He might be young, but he was big. Much bigger then a teenaged boy ought to be. Unconsciously she sucked in her breath as her eyes scanned the length of her brother's cock. It jutted straight out, fully engorged with blood. Hard and rippled with purple veins.

Constancia saw that the head was covered with a shiny layer of pre-come. She reached over and took him by the hand while also giving an appreciative look at his well- endowed manhood. "Go ahead and touch it Carlos. Go ahead and touch Mary Helen's vagina with it," she said softly, pulling him closer to his sister.

Nena stared at Carlos with terror in her eyes and an almost perverse need. Her eyes were glued to his cock; it was throbbing to her own rapid heartbeat, like it belonged to her. His balls were heavy with his teenage come; she knew that they would be emptied very soon. Constancia is turning me into a cheap slut, she thought to herself desperately. I can't let her destroy me. I have to be strong. I must!

Nena drew back with fear as Carlos tentatively reached over and ran his fingers over Nena's mound, eliciting an involuntary whimper from her. She tried to pull farther back but was stopped by Constancia's command, "Let him touch you. Let him touch your pussy. It can't hurt now can it, after all the cocks that have been in there," she said mockingly.

Nena gasped at the intrusion as her brother's fingers and Constancia's words. Carlos made contact with her damp hole, and then slowly began to stroke his sister's moist gash, moving his fingers up and down the ever-moistening slit, causing her to shift on the sofa. She unconsciously flexed her legs and slightly raised her ass off of the sofa as her brothers fingers probed deeper into her wetness.

She shifted again involuntarily, trying to get Carlos to stick his fingers into her deeper. Without even being aware of it, she lifted her firm, round ass off the sofa and arched her back causing her little brother's fingers to probe ever deeper into the wetness of her cunt.

Carlos's penis throbbed. More of his pre-come bubbled to the surface of his hard prick. Nena pushed up from the floor with her feet in order to get more of her behind off the sofa, forcing more and more of her brother's fingers into her. Her passion eclipsed her reasoning. All her feelings centered on the pleasure she was receiving. She bobbed up and down languidly, using her legs to push up and down, her firm thighs flexing on each stroke. She slowly started losing herself to the fingers touching, stroking, stimulating her. Her mind drifted.

Constancia waited until she knew Nena was too far gone sexually to do anything about her actions. She kneeled in close to her whispering, "A hard cock would feel really good right now wouldn't it Nena?"

Nena groaned as her brother Carlos continued to stroke her. Three of his fingers buried in her cunt hole while his thumb circled her stiff clit in small, tight circles. She shook her head trying to push the thought of her brother...inside her...with that big brown cock, all the way in her...

"Come on Nena, I know you want it," she said in a low, sexy voice. "Look at him. Look at the size of that cock. Can you imagine that inside you?"

Nena looked down slowly, not able to control herself, at her brother Carlos whose hand continued to arouse her, and then farther down, lower, at his big stiff cock, her brother's throbbing cock as if it had a life of it's own. She looked away, trying to fight the conflicting passions within her. All the while the manual stimulation and the vision of her brother's big brown cock... picturing it pounding into her, increased her excitement. She realized that her slit was soaking wet, and that Carlos now had four of his fingers inside of her. Moving in and out with a purpose. The purpose of breaking her down, making her want him, giving him the permission to do the ultimate thing. To fuck her.

He looked at his sister with longing, never stopping his stroking fingers. They disappeared in and out of her wet hole, probing deeply while his thumb maintained it's relentless circular assault on her stiff, pink button.

"You have almost a half an hour until anybody comes home, and your papa is still asleep," Constancia pressed. "Would you like me to pinch and pull your nipples while Carlos...fucks you? That would feel wonderful, wouldn't it Nena?"

Nena began to mew in lust, squirming under her brother's relentless fingers. She didn't pay attention as Constancia got behind her and cupped her firm tits from behind making her entire body tremble with need. Grasping the swollen nubs Constancia began to rhythmically pull and pinch Nena's nipples, knowing that being stimulated in her two most sensitive areas, would render her completely helpless.

"Go ahead Carlos, this is the final lesson for any boy, this will make you a man," Constancia said encouragingly.

"No, stop, stop this now Carlos," Nena said with little conviction. She groaned and feebly protested, as Carlos took her exposed legs and moved them so they lay across the coach.

Frightened, Nena made an attempt to fight what was happening to her, but Constancia moved accordingly and held the girl in place, keeping up the pressure on Nena's nipples, causing her to fall back against the couch.

Feeling like she was emotionally being torn in two, Nena cried out, "I'm your sister, your SISTER for gods sake Carlos. Think about what..." She was cut off by Constancia who had shoved one of her fingers and put in her mouth. "Suck this you little puta. Suck this and be quiet."

Nena began to involuntarily suck on Constancia's finger, no longer able to talk. Her wide, beseeching eyes the only sign that she wanted him to stop. To stop before it was too late and things would change between them forever.

Looking down at his sister, Carlos could read her eyes, and he knew that he was doing wrong by taking advantage of her. He knew that he was showing the ultimate in disrespect and that their relationship could never be the same after this. But seeing her wonderfully naked body spread eagled on the sofa, her big tits being pulled and rolled with one hand by Constancia while her other hand was pumping a finger in and out of her mouth was just too much for him. That combined with the fear etched on his beautiful sister's face and her pleading, tormented eyes, made him crazy with lust.

All he cared about was sinking his cock into her body. Although he often thought about what it would be like to be the next Pele and adulated throughout the Latin world as the greatest soccer player of all time, given the choice he would gladly trade it all. Everything for what he was about to do in a few seconds. He'd never wanted to do anything, ANYTHING, as bad in his life as he wanted to fuck his sister.

He crawled between her firm legs, his big brown cock jutting out like an overstuffed sausage. As he got closer to her cunt he reached down and cupped the back of his sisters toned calves and pulled her firm legs skyward, making her ass slightly lift from the sofa. Nena desperately tried to shift her weight, but her body position made it almost impossible for her to get up. Any attempt at getting up also meant that her already over stimulated nipples would get pinched and pulled downward, further rendering her completely helpless.

Nena's eyes widened with fear as her brother's cock brushed against her unprotected opening. She pushed Constancia's finger out of her mouth with her tongue long enough to yell helplessly, "your not even using protection. Do you know--"

Constancia who forcibly pushed two fingers into her mouth making her almost gag cut her off. While at the same time her other hand pinched Nena's nipple causing her to cry out in perverse pleasure. Nena gasped as her brother spread her legs a little wider, she tried to squeeze them together, but Carlos was too strong for her and she was in an awkward position. He opened her legs further and positioning the purple head of his long smooth cock at her entrance he pushed into her slowly. Inch by inch. He could feel Nena's body tighten under his. He looked at her. Her eyes filled with terror. He stared into them as he fed more and more of his stiff cock into her. For Carlos, the feeling was indescribable. His dick felt like it was encased in the tightest, wettest, sheath in the world.

Even with no prior experience, he eagerly began to fuck his sister, slowly moving in and out of her, but gaining speed with his mounting excitement. He glanced down at his cock as it disappeared into his sister's fertile hole. He began to increase his tempo, causing Nena's eyes to display fresh panic. She knew what that meant. Carlos was going to shoot his load any minute. And, he wasn't using a condom.

Nena started crying, making whimpering noised around Constancia's fingers as Carlos leaned forward, holding her shoulders. He stared into her terror filled eyes as he pumped his cock in and out of her at an increasing rate.

Pushing in to her as deep as he possibly could, he began to piston harder and faster into his sister's hot sweaty love box, she was trapped beneath him and to his surprise that thought only made him ready to explode in her.

Nena was in hysterics, thrashing back and forth on the sofa. Carlos increased his tempo; his sisters fear and panic exciting him and stimulating him further. He could feel his jism boiling in his balls like hot lava. His cock expanded slightly, the signal that he was going to shoot his load into his struggling sister.

Feeling the slight pulsing of her brother's cock Nena knew that he would soon be shooting into her. Filling her. Fertilizing her. The thought of her brother impregnating her caused her to break out in a fresh attack of hysterics.

Constancia noticed that Nena was just about too exhausted to fight any longer. She took her finger out of her captive's mouth and pinched her other nipple one last time. Nena groaned loudly, still aware of the danger...of the wrongness of what was being done to her... yet she began to feel the sexual pressure building up in her own body. The feeling of release long denied, building up in her like an impending volcanic explosion.

She moaned deep in her throat with pleasure, losing herself to the pumping cock that was pounding into her with the speed and forcefulness of an engine piston, blissfully uncaring of the danger.

Suddenly, Carlos' thin body stiffened on top of his sister's and he exploded.

Nena felt the initial hot spurt as her brother began to shoot his load into her and make its way into her womb. But she made only a half-hearted effort to shift her body so that the rest of Carlos's shooting sperm would shoot out onto the coach. Too concerned with the pleasure she was getting to give thought to the carelessness of her actions, she knew that she should stop him, but it felt so good to have Carlos buried deeply in her body.

Carlos held himself hard inside his sister's vagina, his teeth clenched, as he emptied spurt after spurt of his teenage sperm into her. The pleasure of release making him shiver uncontrollably, his thin body ridged above his sister's. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and exhausted.

As Carlos peaked, Nena felt the muscle of her vagina tighten and convulse as an orgasm tore through her. She lifted up her head, the tendons in her neck protruding from her skin as she climaxed. Her full lips framed the "O" of her mouth as she came, "ah ah ah ah..ah ...ah ah...God...I'm commmming!" The surge of pleasure blasted into her, obliterating any guilt that may have gone before, washing her with wave upon wave of incredible, unadulterated sexual joy, leaving her weak.

When it was over Constancia slowly let go of Nena's nipples. Nena didn't move, the force of her orgasm had exhausted her body and mind sending her into a deep slumber. Carlos too had fallen asleep, the excitement and the first real fuck of his life knocking him out cold.

Constancia grinned at them as she quietly slipped away.


*** 16 ***

Nena awoke to the sound of her father screaming. She opened her eyes to see him standing next to her with a look of incredibility. Drunk and angry, spittle coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "My God," he said disbelievingly "What have you done!"

The shock of seeing her father woke Nena up, she jumped up from the coach, adrenaline shooting into her stomach, throwing the still drowsy Carlos from her lithe body.

Her father grabbed Carlos by the hair, pulling him towards him roughly, and slapped him hard. The sharp crack causing Nena to wince. "I'll deal with you later," he said with fury, "Go to your pinche room NOW!" Carlos scurried away like a mouse, his fathers had print a crimson tattoo on his face.

Nena looked up to see the rest of her family and Constancia were standing in the kitchen looked towards her. Her heart sank.

Her mother was crying and shaking her head slowly back and forth, not believing that her oldest daughter could bring such shame into their home. Her brothers and sisters, looked in at the spectacle, not understanding or comprehending the severity of what Nena had done.

Constancia stood with them impassively, but with a slight smile, her arm protectively holding back the rest of the children, shielding them from the sins of their sister.

Her father glared down at her, "Why, why, why did you bring shame into our home?"

"Papa please" she said sobbing, "It's not what you think."

He suddenly swung his arm, hitting Nena in the face with his open palm causing her head to snap back and make her eyes water. Her father's face took on a deeper shade of crimson. "You are nothing...nothing but a cheap slut. You have shamed your home and yourself. We did not raise you to behave like a prostitute," he said angrily, his eyes glinting with barely suppressed rage. Nena sat on the sofa cowering from her father's wrath.

Still naked, her body going numb from the shock, a million different thoughts swirled through her brain, making her headache. She held her arms up to cover herself and to shield herself from getting hit by her father. Her father looked up at the rest of the family and bellowed, "Get out of here all of you. I'll take care of this myself."

Nena's mother looked at her husband beseechingly, "Porfavor esposo, don't hurt her. Your very angry and your not thinking straight."

"Get out esposa, now!" Nena's mother, tears running down her face, led her brood out the door. Constancia followed close behind. She looked at Nena triumphantly as she slid out the door.

"I am going to show you how your father deals with cheap whores," he said menacingly, as he undid his thick leather belt. Nena looked at him in horror and began babbling. "Papa...please...Papa...it's not...it's not what you think... Constancia... Constancia has been blackmailing me."

"What!" her father replied, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa...don't hurt me...it's not what you think...please!" She began crying, her body shook causing her large bust to shake.

Her father looked at her, the belt in his hand swing back and forth like a pendulum. "Bend over the coach Nena. NOW" Nena looked at her father fearfully, her heart racing with fear. She got up from the couch and stood behind it, where he pointed, shaking and wobbly. "Bend over the couch, and if you try to get up, I'm going to give it to you twice as hard."

She knew that to disobey her father would result in a beating. She bent down slowly, until her firm body was draped across the sofa, her soft breasts scraping against the rough material, sending shivers through her. She bit her tongue, ashamed of her weakness, what Constancia had turned her into.

Nena's father looked down at his daughter, her perfect ass sticking out from the couch. The firm ass cheeks a perfect heart shape that gradually tapered down to her soft, firm thighs. He let his eyes greedily take in her succulent snatch, the pink slash of her vagina, slightly distended, surrounded by a thick cluster of pubic hair.

Nena clenched her eyes, waiting for the hard, leather to fall upon her. With alarm, she suddenly felt her father's hand as it slowly stroked her ass. She tried to get up, but her father pushed her down on the couch roughly. His voice thick he said, "So you like to fuck do you? You cheap whore."

Nena vainly tried to get up, but her fathers other head reached out quickly, pressing down on the small of her back. His rough, laborers hands firmly pressing down upon the smooth contour of his daughters back. "Please Papa, please..." she begged.

He began to run his other hand lightly up and down the crack of his daughter's ass. Back and forth, making goosepimples break out on the smooth roundness of her ass.

Nena tried to find some leverage to get up, but her father was much too strong. He pressed down hard, effectively pinning her. She felt her heart pounding. Each beat echoing in her ears like a bass drum. She could feel her father's finger working it's way into her anus. She shuddered as his finger explored her opening, probing deeper. He pressed in firmly and steadily, until his finger was completely embedded inside her. He slowly began to move it in and out, slowly, methodically.

"You like this Mary Helen?" he said mockingly, "You like this you good for nothing little whore!"

Nena sobbed openly, she said, her voice constrained with fear and shock at what he was doing to her, "Please Papa...listen to me...please listen."

Her father's hand fell upon her ass cheek hard, causing her to buck up in pain. He slapped her again in quick succession. His hand a blur as he delivered the hard blows. "Papa...your hurting me...stop it...stop it... I'm begging you... PLEASE STOP IT!" Her eyes began to water from the pain. Her behind unbearably hot from the stinging blows.

Mixed with the pain was the pleasurable sensation she was starting to get from the finger that continued its unrelenting piston action in and out of the tight hole of her ass. She unconsciously pushed back on the invading finger. Wanting it deeper... harder.

Desperately she tried to fight the spreading warmth with which she was becoming familiar. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. The pleasure coming from her ass, ebbed out in waves, causing her to whine and mew uncontrollably. Her nipples popped out. She shifted her chest across the material, causing the soft breasts to graze the rough material, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her nipples making her groan softly. She realized that the finger has disappeared from within her, making her groan in disappointment. She didn't realize that she was groaning loud enough for her father to hear her.

"You want it in you? Don't you, you puta?"

"No Papa...No!" she said, trying to block out the sensations that made her want to rub her taut tits back and forth as hard as she could on the sofa, anything to relive the tightness in her stomach. The anxiety of wanting to be...filled, to be...fucked.

"Yes you do...I heard you moaning."

"No Papa...No," Nena said, her body emotionally being torn in two. She suddenly felt something else at her backside, something hard, yet soft. Her father slapped her ass hard, the sting making her cry out. She moaned as her father slowly worked the swollen head into her tight ass. He kicked her inner leg out to spread her further. She gasped at the intrusion. As her father worked more and more of himself into her, Nena was forced to move farther up the couch, until she was almost on the soles of her feet.

She heard her father's hard breathing. He bent down and encircled her slim waist, stroking her firm tummy, and then going lower, has hand going between the sofa and her soft skin seeking her vagina. Nena gasped in fear as his hand slid over her hairy mount, and cried out softly as he slid his callused finger into her wet hole, the thick digit pressing deep, making her shiver and groan in humiliation. He continued to stroke her while his other hand went to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began to run it against the rough material of the couch, making the sensitive nipple stiffen and pop out.

Nena pulled up, confused, her thoughts short-circuiting from the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Her father began to pump into her, causing Nena to slam back down on the coach, bent over obscenely, her firm legs kicked out in a wide Vee. He continued to stroke her and manipulate her breasts.

"Do you like this? Do you like this you no good cheap...whore!"

Nena could only groan as her father had his way with her, the quick pounding and stroking leaving her gasping not able to speak. He looked down at his daughter's soft white ass and watched his manhood appear and disappear into the tight puckered hole. His hard cock spearing into her deeply, he could feel his cock expand as he approached orgasm. The veins on his cock purple, pulsating with pressure. As he felt the first hot thread of cum shooting out of his body into his daughter's anus, he cried out through clenched teeth. "You brought shame to this family and now you're going to pay for it!"

His words were said in a staccato burst of pressure, the force of his orgasm exploding in the pleasure center of his brain. He pushed himself as hard as he could into his daughter's backside as the last convulsions ebbed.

He slowly pulled out of his daughter's ass, his flaccid cock dangling with his spent seed. He grabbed her and pulled her around. Nena's eyes were watery and red rimmed, the tracks of her dried tears leaving a slight trail on her beautiful face. The thick fur of her vagina was wet and matted, the result of the orgasm that ripped through her uncontrollably, against her will, as her father used her body as punishment for her sins. "Now go to your room," he said gruffly. "I'm not through with you yet"

Nena put her head down obediently, the shame of her weakness causing her to cry softly. She slowly walked to her room in measured steps, wondering how things got so out of control and when they would ever end.