Okay, enough delaying what you really want.
"Milly, lie down on the table," you tell her.
Your little sister finally moves her eyes from where your cock is still inside Tracy. "I... I don't want to."
Tracy squeezes her pussy around you, moving it up and down more insistently. "You're already inside me. Leave Milly out of this."
You stand up, causing Tracy to fall off of you and to tumble to the floor, where she lands on her hands and knees. She turns around quickly to look back up at you.
"Milly," you repeat slowly. "I need you to lie down on the table right now, and not argue with me."
Milly looks from you to Tracy. Tracy meets her sister's gaze helplessly, and shakes her head, possibly to indicate that she can't help her.
Milly slowly stands up, her dress falling back down, and covering up her lower body. She steps over to the table hesitantly, then sits down on the edge ofit, before sliding back a little bit and then laying down, her knees dangling over the end.
You move up to her and grab her legs, spreading them and lifting them up a little, causing her dress to ride up again, exposing her wet slit. You grab onto her hips and raise her lower body just a little off of the table. At this level, she's just the right height match up with you as you move closer to her.
"I don't want to do this," Milly protests, looking up at your nervously. "Can't you do it to Tracy instead?"
"Yes, me instead," Tracy says, biting her lip. "I'm... I'm starting to like it, I think. Just leave Milly alone."
You've already had Tracy, and can have her as much as you want. Now you want Milly. You move in just a little more, sliding your cock against her moist slit. You start wiggling the head of your cock into her opening.
"Tracy!" Milly's voice is desperate.
Tracy gets to her feet. You think she's going to try to stop you, but instead she goes to the table and grabs Milly's hand.
"I'm sorry, Milly," she says.
Then you take Milly, pulling her body closer to you while simultaneously plunging through her hymen and deep into her tight cunt. She calls out as her back arches on the hard table, and you see her hand squeeze Tracy's tightly. Tracy looks more upset at you taking Milly than she did at you taking her earlier, but she just stands there to comfort Milly.
You give Milly a minute or so to get used to your cock as you savor the moment. Milly might have been the last virgin left in the world, and you just deflowered her. The thought grows in your head until, despite your plans to wait, your cock starts moving inside of Milly.
"It hurts..." Milly says, a little petulantly, still holding tightly onto Tracy's hand.
"I know," Tracy says soothingly. "But it will get better."
Milly was already very wet and definitely excited from jilling herself long before you started fucking her, which helps. Her tightness is an impediment to giving her a good fucking, but it provides it's own rewards. And she does loosen up a little as you move in and out of her more. At the same time, it seems to be hurting Milly less to get fucked, even if she still doesn't seem as keen on the entire fucking thing as much as you are.
You fumble with the front of her dress, pulling it down roughly to expose her breasts.
"Hey, don't wreck it!" Milly exclaims indignantly, despite the circumstances. "It's my good dress." She wriggles around a little, helping you move it down more without ripping it. Her breasts and small, and the nipples are just as small, but hard and flushed with blood now.
Milly turns to Tracy. "I'm not getting any blood on the dress, am I?" She asks earnestly.
Tracy nods her head reassuringly, although with tears in her eyes. She carefully raises the skirt higher, so that the dress is mostly bunched around Milly's waist now.
"It's not... not so bad," Milly says, double checking her dress as you fuck her. "It doesn't hurt as much any more." She frowns, and holds it as best she can between your hard thrusts into her. "I still don't want to do this, though."
"It's okay to cry, Milly," Tracy says softly, looking at you angrily as you ravage your little sister.
Milly sniffs, either to fend back tears, or out of dismissal; you're not sure which. "Crying didn't make Daddy stop with you. I don't think it will stop him, either." Contrary to her words, tears do slowly run down her cheeks. Under other circumstances, you'd want to console her. But more primitive emotions have taken hold.
You try to hook Milly's legs over your shoulder, but they're just a little too short. Instead, they stick straight up by your head. But either way, the effect is to open her up more to you.
Milly begins to moan a little. "Now I know why you and Mommy sometimes make those sounds, Tracy," she says softly. Absently, the hand that is not holding Tracy's goes down between her legs, and Milly begins jilling herself again, her fingers so close to your cock plowing her pussy that sometimes the two briefly touch.
"We... we're not supposed to do this, because we're related," Milly moans softly. "But I guess you think we have to, because we're the last people left alive. We're like Adam and Eve, if they were brother and sister, and Eve's cute little sister."
"Yes," you tell her. "We have to 'be fruitful and multiply', like the Bible says, Milly."
"Like the Bible says," Milly repeats. "I guess I can't argue against that, even if I still don't want to do it." Then her eyes get wide. "Do I have to be fruitful and multiply with Daddy, like you did, Tracy?"
Tracy shakes her head again, tears falling off as she does so. She seems to be taking Milly getting fucked worse than Milly was, although the callback to getting raped by her father probably didn't help. "No, you're our brother's girl now, just like Dad gets to keep Mom to himself." Her face turns bright red. "I get shared by both Dad and our brother."
Milly looks at Tracy. Her voice is a conspiratorial whisper. "Daddy got kind of scary after the explosions." She looks back at you. "If I had the choice, I'd choose to get raped by our brother than getting raped by dad." She groans then, her little hand going to town on her clitoris, just as your cock is still enjoying her more internal parts.
"Well, it looks like today is your lucky day," Tracy says, somewhat sardonically. She wipes her nose with the back of one hand.
"I-I'm tighter than Tracy, aren't I?" Milly suddenly asks.
"Milly!" Tracy's tone and facial expression are both equally shocked.
"Well," Milly protests," I can tell from how fast her moved in you, and how fast he is moving in me." She looks down. "And he is going slower with me."
"That's not appropriate talk under any circumstances," Tracy insists. "Especially these circumstances. You're getting raped by your brother."
"Crying didn't help you," Milly repeats. "And I'm not big enough to fight." She looks up at you, with curiously expressionless eyes. "So I guess I just let it happen, and try not to make things any worse." Her head turns to her older sister. "And I want to find out what that is that makes you make all those noises at the end."
Tracy gives Milly a pitying look. "Milly, I know this is overwhelming to you, and you think you've accepted it. And maybe you have. But this is your first time, so you probably won't have an orgasm. And this is your first time being... well, I didn't orgasm when Dad raped me the first time."
"Daddy has a small penis," Milly says, a distasteful look on her face. "I don't know how he makes mom make noises with that thing." She turns to Tracy. "And my first time or not, I still want to find out what made you make those noises."
Then she gives out a long groan, because you've still been fucking her this entire time, and playing with her tits. Unless you fuck this up, Milly will find out why Mom and Tracy make the noises they do when getting fucked, and relatively soon, from your reckoning.
Milly moans again. "I think I'm starting to see why you make the noises now," she pants. She looks down at her penetrated pussy. "Are you going to squirt stuff inside me like Daddy did to Tracy?"
Tracy turns to you. "You need to pull out of her before then, and you know it." She looks hesitant to state the obvious, that being the risk of getting Milly pregnant. "Just don't get any on her dress, at least."
"If... if we don't want to risk anything getting on my dress, then why don't we just let him leave it in me?" Milly asks innocently.
"Because it could get you pregnant!" Tracy finally blurts out, exasperated.
Milly looks down now at her stomach for a second. "Oh, so that's how it happens." She watches your cock keep fucking her for a few more seconds. "Well, I guess we do need to start making babies, even if I have to keep letting my brother rape me."
You share a glance with Tracy, and you suspect that you're both sharing the thought that your father wasn't the only one that had their mind jolted by the war. Milly was a little more distant than she normally was, which was probably helping her though her current ordeal. Speaking of which, you're wondering if you're only raping Tracy and Milly because the war changed you, or because now you have the opportunity to do so and get away with it.
Regardless of whether the war changed you or Milly, the act of you taking her, technically rape or not, was changing both of you. Milly was no longer a virgin any more, nor would she ever be as innocent. Your relationship with her was no the same either, as you were no longer her protector.
"Oh..." Milly moans. "I can feel the sounds coming," she says softly. "They're driven like the wind through my body, with a tidal wave of... of power behind them..."
You felt a similar power forming in you, centered on your groin. Some of it was your balls getting ready to invade Milly's unsuspecting womb with their payload, but some of it was power than couldn't be measured or tamed, but still was very real.
You grab onto Milly's waist again, getting good leverage as you plow into her pussy. Her legs twitch against your chest each time you push inside her.
Milly grips Tracy's hand harder, a look of triumph on her face. "See, I told you it was going to happen. I can feel it, almost here."
You can feel it close, as well. Your motions increase, causing even the sturdy table to creak across the floor a little as you fuck Milly.
"So close..." Milly says, closing her eyes. Then she opens one. "I might even forgive you for raping me if it is really good." Then her eyes shut again.
"So close," she repeats, her voice with more life and emotion now. "And so powerful... it's like when the bombs started dropping... but more powerful, and inside my body." She leans her head back. "So hot down there, and tingly. and getting hotter and more tingly... and more... until... oh my god!"
Your can feel her legs shaking against your body and her waist in your hands as she starts orgasming. You weren't too far away from cumming yourself, so your balls take the hint and soon you're rewarded with a hot eruption of baby batter directly to Milly's womb.
"That's his stuff!" Milly calls out excitedly, before seeming to get lost in orgasm again, triggered by the hot load she was now bearing.
You move your cock in and out of her quivering snatch, managing to trigger a second helping of cum from your cock, which Milly receives with a welcoming squeal of pleasure.
Then she lies there for a few seconds. "There," she says finally. "I sounded just like Mommy and Tracy." Then her face goes blank for a few seconds, and suddenly she begins to cry.
You kind of suspected this was coming, so you let go of her hips. Milly crawls backwards on the table away from you, just a foot or two, looking at you with red, tear-filled eyes.
Tracy is there to put her arms around her. "It's okay, Milly. It was better our brother than our father. Trust me on that." She looks at you and gives you an angry frown. "Okay, Milly, lets get you into the shower. You'll feel better after a shower, I promise. |