She didn’t know what to do exactly. She hissed and sighed at the unwelcome pleasure of this touch, and her dad chuckled. Now she had to endure not just the anal rape by her brother, but anal rape of an anus bruised and torn by a direct leather beating. She avoided looking at him–and he avoided looking at her. “I just caught your brother in the bathroom masturbating.”
Taken aback, Liz cracked a grin, then tried to be serious, then cracked another grin. She resolved to be good. She was determined not to. Apparently not. “What?” she asked in disbelief. Workout and practice penetration each morning. Then he recommenced his grasp of her thigh, pulsing his hand’s edge into her pussy as he continued his monologue. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her naked body up from the chair and spun her around so that she was facing her brother’s half-erect dick directly.
