The Brothers 5

My parents ran a small motel and my sister and I were expected to work in it. We were paid once we turned eighteen so don't think we were slave labour. Before we turned eighteen we only got a pittance but eighteen was the magic age.

I was blonde with blue eyes and an excellent figure. Susan was like a slightly washed out version of me, hair darker, eyes hazel, and while she had a good figure mine was better, courtesy of an excellent bust.

One Friday a couple of men arrived for a weekend booking. They were going to spend the weekend fishing. Ian was the younger of the two and was as handsome as all get out. I certainly wouldn't kick him out of my bed if I found him there. (Not that I slept around. My sexual experience was rather small.)

Brian was the older of the two and to put it mildly he was a hulk. Big and ugly and if I found him in my bed I'd run away screaming. He did have a nice voice though, a deep rumbling bass.

The pair of them were friendly and flirty, never going over the line. An ideal couple of guests. They even kept their room tidy. All I had to do was vacuum and dust and that was it.

All was well until Saturday evening. I'd just left the office and I saw Susan going into their room with Ian. Perhaps it was my imagination but it seemed to me that Ian seemed to be hustling Susan into the room rather than her going willingly so I thought that maybe I should intervene.

I hurried over to the room and stepped inside, not even bothering to knock. I was barely in time as Ian had Susan bent forward over the bed, her dress up and her panties down. His own trousers were down and his erection was hovering next to Susan's pussy.

"What do you think you're doing," I demanded.

"I already said that," Susan pointed out and then squealed as Ian ignored both of us, calmly moving closer to Susan and pushing into her. I was treated to the unedifying sight of my little sister being shafted by an enormous erection.

"You stop that!" Both Susan and I spoke in unison.

Ian just looked at me and winked. I was vastly irritated with the man and perhaps a little jealous of the attention Susan was getting. Silly of me, I know, but if he was going to rape one of us why not me? I was stupid enough to voice that thought.

"I'd love to," he replied, "but you've been reserved."

"What?" I was confused.

"You're off limits. I was told this very firmly."

"Who by?" I asked, still confused.

"That would be me," a deep rumbling voice stated. I knew that voice. I'd recognise it anywhere. I started to turn when a big hand was placed on the middle if my back and I was propelled forward and bent over the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" It was an automatic, outraged, question.

"We already asked that," Susan pointed out.

My outrage wasn't diminished by my panties being pulled down. There were obvious advantages to maid uniforms with full length dresses. Unfortunately I was wearing a very short skirt. (Why not? I had good legs. I was now finding out why not.)

Brian started rubbing me very intimately. Far too intimately for my peace of mind. I knew what was coming next.

"Don't you dare," I gasped out.

"That's what I said," piped up Susan and I spared the time to glare at her. Oddly enough she was still bent over, red-faced, with Ian just standing behind her. What was he waiting for, I wondered? I'd have thought he'd be full on having his fun at this point.

Brian ignored my protest, too. He simply parted my lips and pushed home in a very energetic manner. As far as I was concerned there seemed to be an awful lot of him.

"You stop that," I yelled and then gave Susan a nasty look. "Don't say anything. I know we've already said that."

Ian looked at Brian and me with a smirk.

"Are we good to go?" he asked.

Apparently the answer was yes as Brian pulled way back and then thrust back in again. From the squeal that Susan made I guessed that Ian had done something similar to her. (No. I did not squeal.)

A glance at Susan and I could see her bottom bobbing up and down as Ian thrust into her. For my part I was practically lifted off my feet by the power of the thrusts that Brian was giving me. My bottom didn't bob so much as my whole body was bobbing.

After a few hectic moments I was gasping, trying to catch my breath, when Brian slowed down. His endeavours changed to a smoother, more relaxed, style, carrying me along with him whether I would or wouldn't.

A quick look at Susan and her situation was still the same, her bottom bobbing up and down in the same rhythm. Brian on the other hand seemed to have slowed down with the deliberate attempt to draw a proper response from me rather than just having me react to what he did.

I was determined not to react but the feel of him sliding in and out of my passage was getting to me. My nerves were tingling, even more so now that he was taking his time. I could feel him, moving deep within me, his erection rasping against me, agitating and tantalising.

I was not going to react I told myself. I just was not. That's why it came as a horrible shock when I realised I was bobbing up and down on his cock, my body totally betraying me. I gave an internal scream and tried to stop to no avail. His cock would come sliding in and I'd be pushing to meet him, like it or not, and my body was certainly liking it, enjoying itself immensely.

While this was going on I heard Susan scream and realised that she'd climaxed. I, on the other hand, was still building up to it. Or should I say that Brian was still working at getting me there.

Susan's scream appeared to be the signal that Brian was waiting for. Just like that he reverted from a slow stirring of the pot to the same frenetic action he'd displayed at the start. I was so built up that I didn't stand a chance, a climax ripping through me while I screamed.

Susan and I departed. I turned to her.

"You weren't a virgin, were you?" I asked her.

"Not really. Some of the salesmen who stop here are very smooth talkers. Very good tippers, I find. It was my first rape, though. They'd better leave a decent tip or they'll hear from me."

"I know what you mean. What do we do if they try it on again?"

Susan seemed to give this some serious thought. Finally she spoke up.

"Switch partners if we can. I'm curious about how Brian performs. He certainly seemed to have your number."

I just gave her a look and didn't say anything.