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Eating Pusst, Part 2  (incest,beast,cons,snuff,cann,rape)

		
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It will be better if you have read the first chapter before part two.

Fantasy keeps us grounded, and maybe keeps us from acting on anti-
social impulses.  This is fantasy only and if gets one man a good
"stiffy", or one woman a great orgasm, the story will be a marginal
success.

C 2005              Willy Smith, Atlanta

                    willywilly19008@yahoo.com













Part II                  Eating Pussy

     The sound of the aluminum boat scraping the rocks in the shallow
water brought Mary out of her reverie, and she quickly jumped out and
drug the bow anchor onto the shore. I watched as she bent over and
looped the rope around the small stump. The moonlight illuminated my
sister's naked body, and as I watched her move I felt my cock growing
again inside my shorts. She was so beautiful.

     I turned off the electronics and pulled the gas line loose from the
motor. Then I grabbed the tent from the bow of the boat, and with a few
other things I stepped out onto the shore. The first thing I noticed was
Sam's absence, and I began to look around for him. I found him crawled
up beneath the sleeping bag as if he was hiding. I couldn't coax him
out, and had to drag the bag off him.

     I wasn't like Sam to be scary, but he whimpered and refused to get
up. I turned on a small flashlight to examine him and saw that one of
his ears had a deep gash, and blood had run down the side of his head.
I found a rag and dipped it in the lake to clean him up.

     While I was working on Same, Mary called to me.
     "You'd better come here and look at this. Something's turned over
the cooler, and drug away the last piece we had of Kaye. I had put it
in on top of the ice."

     She said it like she would have said "the last piece of beef", or
"the last steak on the grill". It was impersonal when you thought about
it.

     I examined the scene with my light, and it was soon apparent what
had happened. Some animal, a dog, or a wolf with paws larger than Sam's,
had turned over the cooler and taken away what I would rather describe
as a fresh ham. It was probably this animal that had bitten Sam and
scared him.

     "Well, sister, it's Dinty Moore Beef Stew for us tonight. Some wild
animal has carried off our meat."

     Mary looked around at me, and mused, "You know, Kaye would have
loved it. There's something about the fantasy of being ripped apart by
a wild animal that enthralled her. It's such a feeling of helplessness
which makes you realize that there is absolutely no hope for you. That
feeling brings contentment, because it brings a binding closure, and
there's no reason left to worry."

     Mary was looking off toward the darkened woods, staring toward the
unseen animal lurking there, just out sight. The moon was higher now and
extremely bright out in the wilderness, near the water. The shadows in
the trees seemed to take the shape of as many different kinds of spooky
things as the mind could conceive.

     I busied myself putting up the tent and hooking the rain fly over
it. It was a little bigger than a tent one would back pack with, and I
could stand erect inside. I zipped the two clean sleeping bags together
and put them in the tent on top of a large ground pad. With the lantern
glowing inside, and a small, portable table, it looked fairly
comfortable.

     Thinking of the animal which had raided the little camp, I put the
small axe inside as an afterthought. I arranged our bags around the
interior circumference, then walked over to Mary.

     She had opened two cans of stew and was heating them with the
propane stove. There were two plates on the table, along with two
unopened bottles of cold beer, and a roll of paper towels. Mary had
opened a package of saltines, too, along with a bag of potato chips.

     "Don't you look domestic?" I said to her.

     She looked back at the tent, and Sam laying by the entrance.

     "All we need are a couple of little kids to make this look like the
Partridge family outing."

     I nodded my head.
     "Except, of course, Mama Partridge didn't run around naked when she
was fixing dinner," I told her.

     Mary had shown no sign of putting on any clothes since she had
removed them so she and Kaye could masturbate. She had others in the bag
in the tent, but so far she had not gone near them.

     She looked at me and smiled.  "Don't like to look at my ugly body,
little brother?"

     "No, Mary, that's not it at all, and you know it. I've had a hard
on since you and Kaye rubbed the lotion on each other in the boat."

     "Oh, little brother, what am I going to do with you? I guess after
supper I'll have to do something about that."

     I watched her move around the table in the lantern light, and I
examined every curve of her body. The way her firm breasts only barely
sagged when she bent over, and the ripple of the smooth muscles in her
thighs as she walked around. For the first time I realized Mary's
breasts were slightly larger than Kaye's, with bigger nipples. The
muscles in her belly were tighter, too, and her cunt was shaved clean
of hair. When she stood facing the lantern I could see the lips of her
pussy, and noticed they gleamed with a small amount of moisture.

     She saw me looking at her.

     "I'm glad you like my body, little brother. After we eat and get
cleaned up, I'm going back to the tent and lay down on the sleeping bags
again. I'm going to turn over on my side, and you're going to lay down
next to me. Then, you're going to ease your cock up against my lips, and
when you do I"m going to open my mouth and suck the head of your cock
into me.  By that time, you'll have a good discharge of pre-cum, and I'm
going to suck it out as soon as it leaks from the eye."

     This was making me forget supper.

     "Just as you're about to shoot off in my mouth, I'm going to pull
your cock out. Then, I'm going to roll over on my back and spread my
legs as wide apart as I can, and you're going to kneel down between my
thighs. I'm going to guide your cock against the lips of my pussy, and
your job will be to see if you can jam it up my cunt until it hits my
tonsils."

     This was almost as good as doing it, listening to how she intended
for me to finally take her.

     "Do you think you can hold up your end of the bargain, little
brother?"

     I couldn't talk, so I just nodded my head.

     She looked back at me, and smiled again.

     "When we get through fucking, I"m going to lick your cock clean of
our juices, then, if you're able, I'm going to suck your dick until it
shrivels up."

     I nodded again.

     "The only thing I want from you, little brother, is when we are
finished, hold me in your arms the rest of the night. I love you, I
don't know exactly how, and I want you to hold me like a lover."

     I kissed her on the cheek. "I can do that, and it will be my
pleasure. In fact, I'd do it anyway."

     When we finished eating, I put the paper bowls and other trash in
the first fire pit Kaye had dug, and threw on some more wood. In the
dry, cool air, the coals were resurrected and soon the fire was going
again. I picked up stones and piled them around the pit, not only to
protect against an accidental escape of the flames, but also to shield
the light of the fire from any eyes which might be out in the distance
on the lake. We had seen no other person since we turned off the highway
onto the twenty mile long dirt road to the boat landing, and I wanted
to keep it that way.

     Mary picked up the soap, and got two towels from the tent. She
waded out into the water and put the towels in the rear of the boat,
then called for me to join her.

     The water was surprisingly warm in contrast to the cool air, and
it felt good to wash away the grime for the second time in one day.
Standing in the knee-deep water, I looked out across the lake into the
darkness. Only in a place such as this could such an unending vista be
observed on a night horizon. Not a light to be seen anywhere.

     When Mary was through washing, she moved next to me and handed me
the soap. It slipped from her grasp and hit the water with a splash that
was amplified by the silence and the surface of the lake. As she bent
over in front of me, she presented her shapely ass in such a way I could
not help myself.

     I moved behind her and put my hand on her back which was almost
horizontal in her search for the elusive bar.

     "Don't stand up," I said quietly.

     Her face was close to the water, with her head turned and her right
arm groping on the bottom.

     "Why, is someone looking?" she quipped.

     "Actually, only me," I replied, as I moved closer to her.
     "Here, take this," she said.  Mary put her arm behind her with the
soap in her outstretched hand. Obediently, she did not straighten up,
but stayed bent over.

     I rubbed the bar of soap along the crack of her ass and down
between the lips of her vagina, then soaped between her legs and up her
back. When her body was slippery, I threw the soap into the boat and
took her by the hips with my hands.

     "Just a minute, little brother, if you can't wait."

     Mary moved to the stern of the boat, which was floating in the
water, and bent herself over the side, crossing her arms and resting
them on the towels on the seat. Her ass was elevated a little, just even
with my cock.

     I moved behind her again and my cock slid up the crack of her ass
and bent upward. I backed away a little, and when the bulb slid down I
felt it slide across her rectum and stop at the edge of her slit. I
pushed a little, and to my surprise she accepted my intentions and
wiggled a little, enough for my prick to find the entrance and penetrate
about an inch.

     Mary wiggled her ass again, and I pushed my cock in a little more,
easing it up into her slowly, savoring the moment. I heard rather than
felt the air escape from my lungs as my cock entered her another inch,
and Mary moaned, a low moan that gradually got louder.

     When the shaft was completely within her, I withdrew, then pushed
it in again. Standing in the water it was easy to work into a good
rhythm with the bobbing of the boat, and as I began fucking her faster
her breath came in gasps. It was like climbing a mountain for the first
time, and looking out across the world. I had desired my sister for so
long, and  now the act was more pleasurable than I could have ever
anticipated.

     I was unable to restrain my orgasm, and as my cock exploded deep
within her, she screamed loudly, her voice echoing across the water into
the darkness of the lake. Our mutual orgasm caused my knees to waver and
my body to shake, and as I continued to drive my cock into Mary's pussy
she suddenly screamed again.

     The act of love had taken only a few minutes, but it helped douse
a fire which had been within us for years. My youngest sister was able
draw from me a vigor which I had not known I possessed, and the
intensity of the climax left me barely able to stand.

     My cock slid out of her, and I had to steady her to keep her from
falling backwards. As she regained her composure, she turned around and
put her arms around my waist. Her breasts were heaving against my body,
and we stood there in the warm water and cool air for several minutes.

     Mary grabbed the towels, and handing me one she started walking
along the side of boat to the shore. We dried off in front of the fire
without speaking, then turned around, facing out to warm our backs.

     "You know, Billy, you're the only brother among five girls. We all
love you, and we all have that special feeling for you, especially me
because we're closer in age. It's been my relationship with Kaye that
kept me from letting you fuck my brains out while we were growing up, and
I'm glad we finally were able to get it on before it's too late."

     We stood close together, our bodies touching as we talked quietly
by the fire. I asked her about our other sisters who were each two years
apart, from twenty-four to thirty, and why she said they all felt the
same way. I didn't quite understand what she meant about the others.

     Mira was twenty-four, afree-lance writer living in Chicago. Jane,
at twenty-six, was still in college, now working on a degree in
literature, her third major. She already had two degrees from the small
university she attended in Wisconsin, and came home whenever possible to
the old house where we had all grown up.

     Kelly was twenty-eight, and she lived at our childhood home, which
all of us owned together. Our oldest sister Karen was married to a real
jerk, and she lived about an hour away in a small farm community where
her husband, Jack, owned the feed store and radio station. We all were
fairly well off financially because of two large insurance policies we
split when our parents died.

     As the youngest, I was still in a community college with no idea
what I wanted from life. I lived in two very nice rooms which had been
built in the barn behind the old house. I had space inside for my truck
and boat, and Sam lived in the old stable. It was a pretty good
arrangement.

     Mary had been silent for a moment.

     "You know, Billy, all five of us girls are alike as if we were
quintuplets. Kaye shared our nature, too, and you know that people always
mistook us for each other. Don't you remember when that stupid Jack
walked up behind Jane on the front porch and grabbed her from behind on
the boobs? He really thought she was Karen. Asshole that he is, I have
to believe it was a mistake. Even we get each other mixed up from a
distance."

     Mary was right, of course. Kaye had twenty year old twin sisters,
Renee and Andrea, and our mothers had been twins, too. All the females
of the family were very much alike, with the same tastes, likes,
dislikes, and appearance, and as the only boy growing up with them I was
lucky to have reached puberty. They had aggravated me to no end, but all
of them sought me out from time to time. I guess this last time was the
most bizarre.

     I was thinking of all these things when I turned to Mary.
     "What made you and Kaye decide to do what you did? I mean coming
out here to resolve things, knowing that the resolution would mean the
end of one of you."
     She thought about that for only a moment.

     "That's easy. Our lives had become so intense that we had to have
a solution to the problem of our antagonism toward each other. It was
such a strong set of complicated feelings which took us through too many
peaks and valleys of emotion. We just couldn't live that way anymore."

     "So, do you feel relieved now?" I asked her.

     Mary stared out into the darkness for a long minute. When she
answered me, I couldn't decide if I was surprised or not.

     "No, I don't feel any relief. Kaye and I agreed on how this would
come out, at least that one of us had the chance for a normal life. We
each had to be free of the other, and we lost sight of any positive side
of our relationship." 

     "We weren't lesbians, even though we made love with a ferocity that
physically hurt us from time to time. And we fought with the intention of
killing or maiming when what we considered our differences became
insurmountable obstacles. I see now that the problem was we were exactly
alike."

     "You think you were alike? You think that's why you fought so much?" 

     "Like poles repel, don't they, little brother?"

     I couldn't argue with that.

     "I get along with all my sisters, and we're all alike," she pointed
out, almost to herself.

     "We all got along pretty good, Mary. And none of us ever understood
why you and Kaye were always at odds with one another. Mad one day, hand
in hand the next."

     She turned and looked at me.  "We're all enough alike that you would
have had a similar experience with any of the others, if they were here
instead of me."

     "I'll never believe that," I said. "It's not that you're any worse
than them, it's just that I've lusted after you most of my life,
especially after that day in my old truck."

     "That might have happened with Jane, or Mira, or Kelly, or
especially Karen if they had followed you to the truck that day. Or, with
Renee and Andrea, for that matter. If any one of them were here with us
now, we'd probably wind up in a three way."

     "Why did you say especially Karen? She's always been the stay-at-
home, the stable one."

     "I just know her better than you. If you went home tonight at dusk
and showed some interest in her she'd be sucking your dick by midnight."
     "How do you know that?" I asked, skeptically.

     "Because she told me so, that's how I know. All your sisters love
you, and we're all alike. It really could have been any one of them
involved with Kaye, and I think the solution would have been the same."

     "You mean with the trip out here?"

     "That's what I mean."

     I had to ask the question of Mary, just because the thought was so
erotic.
     "Have any of the other girls had sex with each other?"

     "I don't know about every possible combination of the five of us,
but Karen taught me to eat pussy when I was eighteen."

     "But that was only four years ago. She was married then."

     "Remember that day in your truck at the lake? I know you haven't
forgotten shooting off in my mouth three times in an hour, have you?"

     "Are you kidding. I wish it could have happened again."

     "I told you some day I'd teach you how to eat pussy. Well, I'd just
learned from Karen. She taught Kaye and I how to please another woman as
a kind of therapy for our relationship. You know how Karen's always
trying to make everyone happy."

     "Is Karen a lesbian?"

     "Not any more than I am, I guess."

     I shrugged my shoulders. "It doesn't matter. I love all of you," I
told her.

     "Billy, there's a great deal of depth in your sisters that you don't
understand yet. We're all happy being a little self-destructive. The only
one in the family who isn't that way is you, and you'll have to help all
of us travel our different roads."

     "Well, Miss Mary, I have a road to help you down right now," I said,
smiling at her.

     I took her by the hand and we walked to the tent after a quick trip
to the bushes to relieve ourselves. The night was turning chilly, and I
was very cold. Both of us were nude after having been in the lake, but
she showed no signs of being bothered by it. 

     I zipped the flap closed and Mary lay down on the sleeping bags on
her left side. As we talked by the light of the gas lantern, I lay down
facing her. When I did, she scooted lower on the sleeping bag, bending
her legs so her face was close to my waist. She threw her arm across my
hip and drew me a little closer to her where my hardening cock was
touching the bottom of her chin.

     "You like screwing, don't you little brother? You are a sexual
being, if ever there was one. We can do that again, but let's just lay
here and talk for a while. If I don't answer you right away it will be
because my mouth's full."

     I pulled the sleeping bag over my back and the pillow up under my
head. I lifted Mary's head and pushed the other small pillow under her so
she wouldn't be uncomfortable, then left my body relax as much as it
could with my cock laying across her left cheek.

     I could feel her mouth moving on the shaft when she spoke.

     "Do you know how much I like your cock, Billy? I used to wish I had
a cock sometimes when Kaye and I would sleep together. Can you imagine?
I would lay there and lick her pussy, and all the while I'd be wishing I
had a cock to put into it."

     "I really don't know what to say about that, Mary. Kaye's gone now."

     When she answered me, it was with her lips lightly moving against
the bulbous head of my prick. The sensation was familiar, but at the same
time new.

     "Billy, I just can't imagine going back without her. When we talked
about what we were going to do if you refused to come with us, we
choreographed it like a dance. We even played it out with rubber knives,
like naked pirate women."

     "Who won the fight?"

     "She did, then I did, then she did. It went on like that the several
times we fought the battle for practice. Several times when you and Kelly
were both gone, we went into the stable and took off our clothes. At
first we tried tying ourselves to the boards, but we kept getting tangled
up. Kaye had the idea of tying our right ankles together with a piece of
cord. We measured the distance as three lengths of an arm, that way we
could back away from each other and be out of knife range."

     "I wondered why all those ropes and hay were in the stall. There
hasn't been a horse in there for ten years."

     Mary laughed around the end of my prick.

     "The hay was there so we could make love before we fought. We did
it every time we practiced. You see, the idea was to know exactly how it
would turn out. That way there was no anxiety about it if you didn't
come, and we could actually enjoy hacking each other apart."

     I thought about that, then asked her, "Did I create anxiety by
coming? That put the question back of who would win, and there would have
been fear about that."

     "Not really. Secretly, we both knew Kaye was a much better swimmer.
I was no longer apprehensive because I knew I'd lose, and I'd be the one
to enjoy the fantasy death. Kaye knew she would win, and according to our
rules, as the winner she could make the choice of who would stay, and
what would happen to that person. She chose to be the loser, and as you
saw, she chose how she would do it."

     "What would you have done if you won?"

     "It was a moot point, little brother, because I knew I was going to
lose. But I've been going over a scenario in my mind, and I have it down
pretty well, I think."

     "What do you mean?" I asked.

     "Billy, you know I'm not  going back with you, don't you?"

     "You have to. You'd starve to death out here."

     "I can't go back with you. Not with Kaye down there, the world
wouldn't be right for me. I'd rather be down there with her."

     "What do you want to do?"

     "It's not what I want, it's what I have to do. I want you to help
me with it. To be here for me, but you don't have to stay. Tomorrow, you
can take all the stuff and just leave. I don't need anything, not even
the food, or clothes. Well, you could just leave me the boning knife with
the eight inch blade and some matches."

     "I can't just leave you. What would I tell everybody?"

     "Don't tell them anything. Kaye and I told everybody we were going
to San Francisco, and no-one knows we came here with you, or where you
are, for that matter."

     Our conversation was carried on quietly, with each of Mary's words
uttered around the very tip of my cock. It was almost as a butterfly were
beating its wings on the head, and every so often I would feel the end of
her tongue lick away a drop of moisture which signaled my rising
excitement. It is amazing what a girl can talk you in to when your cock
is poised at her lips.

     "I'll stay and be with you, Mary. I can't let you be alone."

     "Did you mark the position where Kaye went into the water?"

     I answered her in the affirmative. I could get back to it within a
few feet by using the satellite navigator, and I told her so.

     "Good. Will you promise to put me in the same spot?"

     "If you don't change your mind, I'll put you there."

     "Thank you, Billy."

     The lantern was dimming from lack of fuel, and I decided to just let
it go out. I had two flashlights in the tent, and it seemed as if the
night was closing down around the little camp, even though the moon was
still up.

     "Billy, I'm just going to sleep here close to your cock, so when you
are ready, work me up a steady rhythm with it."

     I pushed a little with my hips, and felt the end of my prick bump
against her teeth. I could feel her mouth open to allow me better access,
and with another slight movement of my body it slid in about an inch. My
penetration was met with gentle sucking, and I began to slide it in and
out between Mary's lips a little faster.

     Mary's hand cupped my balls, and she gently squeezed them, using
them for a handhold to help me fuck her face. It took only a few minutes
for the orgasm to trigger a generous burst of cum into her mouth, and she
moaned as she swallowed the first spurt. It was so intense there were
several more expulsions of sperm almost as great as the first, but Mary
never gagged. She held my cock in her mouth as we drifted off to sleep.

     I awakened with the early light coming in through the fabric of the
tent. A soft rain was falling outside, and the temperature was cool in
the early morning. Neither of us had moved during the night, and my
softened prick dangled against my sister's face. I moved the blanket to
look at her naked body, and saw that her eyes were open.

     "I've got to get up and get outside. My bladder's about to burst,"
I said.

     "Mine, too," she said. "Why don't I go for the both of us. It's too
cold and wet for you to be outside."

     "I don't understand," I told her.

     Mary sat up and said, "Come on, I'll show you."

     I looked at her flat belly, and at her lovely breasts. She was a
beautiful woman, and I could feel my cock begin to rise again. Mary saw
me staring at her.

     "Little brother, are you staring at my boobs again?"

     "I have to admit, I'm doing that."

     "Is it because you're horny, or is it because you're hungry? They
can help accommodate you with either problem."

     "Well, the immediate problem is that I have to piss."

     "Oh, yeah, that. Well, stand up and I'll help you."

     Mary unzipped the door of the tent, and she stepped outside under
the flap that served for a cover over the door. I started to join her and
she stopped me before I stepped out.

     "Just stand here in the door of the tent."

     I did as she asked, and she stepped back a little and got down onto
her knees. She crawled over to me, and knelt erect in front of me. Her
hair was getting wet and the rain was running down and dripping off her
nipples as she reached out and grabbed my cock.

     "Now you go ahead and piss, and I'll aim it."

     I let the forceful stream go and she aimed it at her chest. The piss
splattered down on her breasts, and she corrected her aim and pointed my
cock into her open mouth.
 
     My dick was getting harder as I pissed, an unusual occurrence, and
I was pissing faster than she could swallow. The stream did not diminish
for at least fifteen seconds, and she remained kneeling in front of me,
soaked by the rain and my piss.

     When the stream stopped, she swallowed one last time and took my
cock into her mouth and sucked. She pulled it out and looked up at me.

     "Look at how hard it is. Am I turning you on by drinking your piss,
little brother?"

     "Mary, you know damn well what you're doing to me."

     "Maybe I should just stay here on my knees and see what else I can
drink out of the head of your cock."

     I remained under the flap of the tent, and Mary kneeled on the
ground in front of me, just in the rain. She pulled her face closer to my
cock and ran her tongue around the head and down the shaft.

     "Billy, I don't want you to get wet and cold by thrusting yourself
out in the rain, trying to fuck my face. What I'm going to try to do is
get you off by just sucking it like a soda straw."

     Mary pulled my cock into her mouth, and I saw her cheeks begin to
contract as she started her sucking of it. Again, it didn't take long for
me to shoot my wad into her mouth, and she sucked and swallowed until it
became soft.

     Mary released my limber dick and stood up and yawned. She seemed to
enjoy being nude in the cold, wet, early morning rain.      "I'm going to
jump in the lake with the soap so I don't stink the next time you want to
stick that thing in one of my holes. I think we'll try to do it a little
different next time."

     I wiped my dick off on a dirty tee shirt, then looked around for my
clothes. I put on a thick tee shirt, my hiking shorts, and waterproof
boots. Then I sat down on the small stool and looked out the tent flap
into the rain.

     It was a long way back to the boat landing, and it would be a long
ride home alone. I wasn't even sure whether we were still in Minnesota,
or in southern Ontario.
 
     As I sat there, I resigned myself to the fact I would be losing
Mary. I didn't understand her for a moment, but I guess that wasn't
important. She was determined to take her own path, even to her own
destruction. There was nothing I could do about it. I could tie her up
and drag her home, but if I did that, I knew she would return to this
place. She and Kaye had led me on, and all I could do now was stay here
and try to be a comfort to her. Not only that, but she had some pretty
good pussy.

     After sitting there for a while, I put on a waterproof coat and
pulled the hood up. Then I stepped out in the rain and looked around for
Mary. I saw her over by the little shelter I had rigged up for Sam. She
was bending over putting canned dog food into his bowl, and he had his
snout up to her ass. I saw his tongue come out and lick her cunt, then
she stood up and turned around.

     I startled her, and she looked up quickly.

     "Hey, you caught me flirting."

     "You better watch Sam. He doesn't like to just lick pussy," I told
her.

     She grinned, and said, "I'm counting on that."

     After a second, she became animated and said excitedly, "Oh, I saw
him!"
     "Saw who? There isn't anyone out her."

     "The wolf. He's gorgeous. He is a little taller than Sam, but isn't
as heavy. When I saw him, he and Sam were standing together in the rain,
right at the edge of the woods. They must have made friends, because when
I called Sam, the wolf walked up within a few feet of me. He's really a
good looking animal."

     It scared me, thinking of her that close to the animal which had
probably been the one who chewed up Sam's ear. The two canines were
together because the wolf had established his dominance over the
domesticated dog.

     "Damn, Mary. You've got to be more careful."

     "Oh, don't worry, I will. I put out a can of dog food and stepped
back from it, and he came in close and ate it. He  stared at me and
growled, but he came right up and ate it. He certainly wasn't scared. He
probably wanted to eat me."

     "Why would he be scared of a one hundred and fifteen pound human
female. He probably looked at you as his next meal."

     She thought about that for a moment.
 
     "I guess that's probably true. I wonder how I would taste to him.
He's undoubtedly the one who ate what was left of Kaye, so I imagine he'd
like me, too."

     I looked at her with the dog food can and spoon in her hand. She was
soaked, and her nipples were small and hard. It was about sixty degrees,
and I was chilly. I wondered how she felt.

     "Mary, you better put some clothes on. It's cold, and you'll get
sick."

     "Little brother, I don't have the time to get sick, and it doesn't
matter how I feel. Truth be known, if it wasn't so wet I'd build a fire
in the barbecue pit for you to warm me up."

     She threw the can into a trash bag, and walked toward the edge of
the woods and looked out through the mist clouding the trees. Then she
turned back and walked to me.

     "I think if you want to fuck me again, and you're up to it, you'd
better do it now."

     She took me by the hand and led me back to the tent.  "Go inside and
get me a clean towel so I can dry off a bit under the flap."

     I handed her a towel and took off my coat and placed the wet garment
in the corner on another towel. As I was removing my clothes, Mary came
in and zipped up the flap.

     She had dried off and wrapped the towel around her head. Her skin
glowed from the hard rubbing, and her nipples were still erect from the
cold, and the excitement of what was to come.

     "You know, Billy, I should have been fucking you all along, instead
of Kaye and Karen. I just couldn't help myself. I should have just gone
on the pill and dragged you off to California."

     She busied herself laying out the sleeping bag, then stood up.

     "You know how I asked you to be here for me?"

     "Yes, I remember," I told her. I thought she just wanted to be
reassured.

     "Well, I want you to do something for me. I want you to rape me."

     I was dumbfounded. After the last twenty-four hours, rape wasn't an
issue. Or, so I thought.

     "I just need you to take it from me, if you want sex. I'm going to
fight you for it, and I want you to be rough. Do anything you have to do,
no matter the consequence. We led you out here, and I've been too
submissive, and too aggressive."

     "Mary, I don't want to hurt you."

     "It would only be hurting me if I didn't want you to. I need to be
punished, and it will be good for my self esteem to fight you."

     Then she added, "Not only that, but if you want any pussy you're
going to have to take it from me. I won't just submit to you."

     She walked up close and hit me with her closed fist. I was stunned,
and couldn't react.

     She hit me two more times in the face, then kicked me on the leg.
Her toenail tore a small laceration, and it hurt like hell. Her chest was
heaving, and her face was red.

     "What the hell's the matter with you, are you scared of your big
sister. I 'll stand here flat footed and beat you down, you big pussy."

     I grabbed her by the shoulders, and tried to hold her close to me.
She stopped struggling, and I tried to kiss her to change the tone of
this encounter. When I did, she tore loose from my grasp and hit me in
the stomach.
 
     I felt my temper rising, along with my cock, as I watched my naked
sister's body heave from the exertion of beating me. Her face was red,
and her breasts stood out, nipples pointed at me like gun barrels. What
an analogy, I thought to myself.

     When she attacked me again, I slapped her hard on the face. It only
made her more determined, and it now seemed she was just attacking me,
not trying to ward off a sexual assault I hadn't committed.

     She raised her arm to strike me again, and I punched her in the
mouth, just like I had learned to do in the school yard years ago. Real
defense training doesn't teach you to strike with your fists, because
hands are easily broken on hard chins. All a youthful fist fight teaches
you is that being hit won't kill you, at least most of the time.

     The blow knocked Mary to the ground, and I had opened a tiny gash
on the side of her eye. As the blood dropped down onto her breast, it
inflamed her, and she came back at me.

     I blocked another blow from her fist, and hit her hard in the belly.
It took the wind from her, and she went to her knees and put her head on
the floor. I backed away and watched her as her body recovered from the
blow. I was worried I had hurt her.

     "Mary, are you okay? You've got to stop this."

     She didn't answer, but looked up at me. She got to her feet more
slowly this time, and stood there, wavering. She looked around the tent,
and picked up the folding stool.

     I thought she was going to sit down, but instead, she swung it at
me with both arms. I blocked it with my left arm, but the blow was
painful where it hit me just below the elbow.

     By this time, I had put sex in the back of my mind, and decided I'd
had enough of being beaten by my sister. I grabbed the chair from her and
grabbed both her arms with my hand. As she struggled to get loose, I
brought my knee up between her legs as hard as I could.

     Mary gasped and sagged in my hands. I held her upright, and brought
my knee up harder this time, squarely into her pussy. She cried out in
pain, and I did it one more time as hard as I could. She screamed, and I
dropped her to the floor on top of the sleeping bag.

     She was lying on her side in a fetal position, and I reached down
and turned her on her back. Her eyes were closed and she was sobbing
hard, having difficulty catching her breath. I dropped down and forced
her legs apart, then knelt between her thighs. She tried to close them,
but I forced them apart again and brought my knee against her bruised
pussy as hard as I could. She shrieked, loudly, in great pain.

     I forced her thighs apart as far as I could get them, then pinned
them with my knees. Her legs were almost at right angles to her body, and 
I bent over and put my left hand on her throat. She tried to squirm away,
but I slapped her several times and the struggling subsided.

     With my right hand, I grabbed her left breast and squeezed it as
hard as I could, then twisted it. She screamed, and when she did I
slapped her again, this time opening a cut on her upper lip. I felt the
tenseness of her muscles subside as she stopped struggling.

     My cock was stiff, and I could feel the blood pulsing in my head as
I looked down at her cunt. I must have split the skin when I kneed her,
because a small amount of blood was pooling in the bottom of her slit.
 
     To discourage her from attacking me again, I decided some added pain
might keep her at bay. Her nipples were always so inviting, I started
there. I took her left nipple in between my thumb and index finger and
squeezed hard. She tried to scream once more, but I held my hand across
her mouth.
 
     I felt her teeth trying to close around the palm of my hand, so I
withdrew it. I grabbed a sock and stuffed it in her mouth, then put my
hand over her puffy lips, effectively silencing her. Then I squeezed the
nipple until I thought it might crush, or tear away from her breast. Only
when she was completely still did I let off the pressure.

     I knew I could control her better if I took her from the rear, so
I roughly rolled her over on her belly. With her legs still spread, I put
my hands under her hips and pulled her up until her bleeding pussy was in
just the right position. I pulled her left arm around behind her, and
pushed it up until she groaned. I lubricated my cock with the blood  and
other juices seeping from her pussy, and jammed it in her to its full
seven inches.

     I began to drive it into her and she moaned, and as my rhythm
increased in intensity, she began to push back against my cock. I reached
under her with my right hand and grabbed her breast for a handle by which
to manipulate her, however, the sweat and blood caused me to lose my
grip.

     I pushed so hard it felt as if my cock was bottoming out inside her,
and as she pushed back equally, my cock erupted again with another gush
of sperm that shot into her, this time with a vengeance.

     She screamed again, only now in sexual ecstasy rather than pain. As
our orgasms subsided, Mary sunk away from me down onto the sleeping bag.

     She lay there only a moment, and turned over and crawled to me. I
was on my knees watching her, and really didn't know what to expect. She
rose up on her elbows, and taking my cock in her hand she began to lick
it clean. It didn't seem to bother her that her lip was beginning to
swell, or that within the last few minutes of the morning I had beaten
her and taken her sexually. It was at her instigation, but it had still
occurred.
     
     Mary began talking around her oral ministrations to my cock, and it
secretly made me angry that her talk always seemed to be rational enough
to win me over.

     "I knew you could do it, Billy. I knew you could take me down and
force me to do anything you wanted. It was the most intense orgasm I ever
had, and it makes me know that you are strong enough to support me in
whatever I will do."

     I could only wonder.

     Mary got up and walked out of the tent. She took the soap with her,
and I knew she would go back to the lake and wash herself. I thought
about the wolf and started to follow after her, but decided against it.
I loved her, but she was not a person who could be easily protected.

     I must have dozed off, because when I awoke with a start my watch
had measured off an hour and a half. Mary had not returned, and I got up
and dressed. When I stepped out of the tent the rain had stopped, but the
sky was still overcast. I looked around for Mary, but didn't see her at
the lake or anywhere in the clearing. Sam was gone, too.

     I walked to the edge of the woods, and saw her sitting on the log
where we had sat earlier with Kaye. She was perfectly still and had her
back to me, and when I stepped around some high bushes I saw a shadowy
figure disappear into the thickness of he trees.

     She looked around at me, then back to the trees.

     "It was the wolf. He's magnificent. Oh, and he had a tag in his ear.
I'll bet he was one of those released back into the wild here on the
island. That's why he's not too afraid of us."

     "What were you doing," I asked her
.
     "We were sitting, looking at each other. It was strange, as if he
knew what I was thinking. I tried to look him in the eye, but I had to
break my gaze."

     "You should be really careful," I told her. "He's still a wild
animal."

     "He knows I'm coming back, and he's not far off. I brought him some
more of Sam's food, and he'll wait for me to bring him something else.
He's not afraid of me, because I'm not a threat to him. He's a dominate
male, the most dominate."

     We walked back to the camp, and Mary asked me where the roll of
nylon cord had been put. I got it for her from the storage console of the
boat and handed it to her. It was two hundred feet of quarter inch, high
strength, marine use line, and she took it in her hand and tested it. She
picked up the razor sharp boning knife from the table, and asked me to
come with her, back to the log.

     "What are you going to do."
     "I'm going to offer myself to the wolf. He will watch you tie me up,
and he'll understand that I'm at his disposal."

     "Mary, this is too dangerous. Forget it."

     "That's the idea, Billy, and you said you'd stand by me."

     "What do you want me to do?" I asked, resigned to the situation.

     "There are four little trees, roughly in a square, there by the log.
I'm going to lay down between them, and I want you to tie my hands and
feet to them. I need enough slack in the cords so I can roll over if I
want."

     "That's all you want me to do? Do you know what that wolf might do?"

     "He'll do one of two things to me. That's why I said I'm going to
offer myself to him. He has the choice."

     "There's one other thing," she said. "I want you to stay about
twenty-five yards away, and I want you to watch what happens. Like Kaye,
it's important to me that you be a witness. You must promise me you won't
come to me unless I call you."

     It was futile to do anything except promise, and I knew it was a
promise I must keep.

     Mary walked in front of me back to the log. Her bare body was
blushing red, and a bruise was showing on her left breast where I had
twisted it. She stopped and pointed out the four trees. The trees were
about eight feet apart, and were generally in a square, as she had said.
The ground was not rough there, and there was grass starting where the
sun had the opportunity to shine through the light canopy of leaves. I
was surprised to see Sam, my dog, sitting about thirty yards away,
watching us. I called to him, but he just sat there without the usual
wagging of his tail.

     Without ceremony, Mary lay down on the wet ground and spread her
arms and legs. She looked around at the arrangement of the trees, then up
at me.

     "Billy, tie each of my arms and legs to one of the trees, and leave
me some slack, like I said. I may want to change position and roll over
on my belly."

     I looked over the scene, then advised her, "If I tie you so you can
roll over, your hand will be close enough together for you to untie
them."

     "No, don't do it that way. Tie me so I'm completely at his disposal,
where I can't get free."

     I did as Mary instructed, and tied each of her arms and legs to the
base of one of the small trees. She was indeed, helpless.

     Mary tested her bonds, twisting around and pulling on them.
 
     "Little brother, you did a good job. Now, there's one more thing I
want you to do. Go back to the boat and bring one of the life preservers
to put under my ass."

     I was a little afraid to leave her, even though I was gone only a
short time. When I returned, her eyes were closed and she had a placid
expression on her face.

     "Put the cushion under my ass, so my cunt's up off the ground a
little."

     I knelt down and did that, then stood.

     "What else do you want," I asked her.
 
     "This won't be the hard part. What I want you to do now, is a
'quickie' on me. Just drop your shorts, stick your dick in me, then get
your rocks off as soon as possible. That will leave the scent of sex in
the air."

     It wasn't difficult for me to do as she asked, and I thought I might
be setting a record for number of orgasms in a twenty-four hour period.
When I finished with this chore, I stood back up and pulled on my shorts.
Mary was breathing hard, and I could see that her shaved pussy was
soaked.

     "Get one of the stools and sit down under that tree over there and
watch what happens. Now, remember, Billy, don't come over here until I
call you, even if he renders me unable to call you."

     "Mary, that doesn't make sense. If you can't call me, I can't come
help you."

     "Oh, Little Brother, you're forgetting the object of this whole
thing. If he ravishes me to the point I can't call you, then the mission
is accomplished."

     I went and got the stool and returned to a place from which I could
watch.

     The tree obscured me from the little clearing, but deep down, I knew
I wasn't fooling the wolf. Especially with my own dog, Sam, apparently
serving as lookout for him. Almost as I expected, it wasn't very long
before the wolf appeared before me, like a thin, grey cloud, out of
nowhere.

     Sam did not move as the wolf circled Mary. The big, grey animal
skirted the edge of the little clearing, keeping his nose in the air, his
eyes darting from side to side. They passed over me for only an instant,
hardly regarding me at all. I was the provider, and of no consequence to
him."

     I could see the small, red plastic tag in the wolf's ear as he
approached my sister. The wolf stood only a few feet from her and
observed her curiously as she lay on the ground before him. Mary moved
her hips around enticingly on the cushion, an inviting gesture which must
have signaled to him this strange looking prey's readiness to mate.
 
     The wolf moved between Mary's legs and I could see his fangs as he
snarled. His snout and bared fangs went to her belly, then traced its way
to her cunt as he smelled her. It was evident he was sizing her up, and
I was wondered if he was considering how she would taste, or how she
would feel impaled on his cock.

     I could see his prick beginning to extend from its sheath beneath
his belly, and he pushed at her cunt with his muzzle. In answer to his
attentions, Mary moved and squirmed her ass on the cushion.

     He was undaunted by the presence of Sam or me, and his excitement
was growing as was evidenced by his cock, which was now extend to what
appeared to be its full length.

     The wolf moved suddenly by straddling Mary's chest with his front
paws, leaving his extended cock brushing against her belly. The position
was a new one for him, and it was moment before his cock realized the
target. Finally, he began hunching her, jabbing at her with the long,
thick pointed prick. I knew when it hit home by Mary's loud groan which
I heard from my nearby seat.

     The wolf began to understand the new complexity of mating with a
human female, and soon his cock had found its mark in Mary's slippery,
upraised pussy. Love making in the wild is swift, and to a purpose, and
the great grey beast humped Mary harder and faster each second, until
finally, I heard her scream as the wolf shot its load of cum within her
belly.

     His hips continued to pound her, and in a few more minutes I could
see that he was stuck to her by means of his swollen dick buried in her
cunt.

     My sister and the wolf remained that way for at for at least fifteen
minutes, and I observed that Mary was still trying to fuck him with
upward thrusts of her hips. She stopped only when the wolf broke free.

     Mary lay upon the ground, and I could hear each labored breath as
her orgasm subsided. The wolf walked around her slowly again, appraising
her body for its further value, and stopping to smell her, and lick her
perspiration. Suddenly, as if satisfied, he abruptly turned and trotted
into the woods. I was disappointed that Sam followed him.

     After he had gone, Mary called to me.

     "Billy, come and untie me."

     I walked to her and with the boning knife I cut the cords. I had to
help her stand up, and when she did she looked off toward where the wolf
had entered the forest. Her breathing was still labored, and I saw
several small scratches along her sides where the animal's claws had
scraped her.

     She began to walk back to the camp without saying anything, and I
followed a few steps behind her. When we got back, she took the soap and
a towel and walked to the lake.

     I sat down at the small portable table, and put my feet up on the
other folding chair. I watched Mary as she bathed, first soaping her
body, then her hair. When she finished washing, she struck out swimming
for the center of the lake. She swam to the small islet of rocks off the
shore and climbed up onto the highest one. Even from that distance she
was the essence of woman. Her long dark hair and sculptured body blended
with the grey, cloudy day, and as I watched her, she waved.

     A moment later she dove into the water and began making her way back
toward me. My eyes followed her to the shoreline where she grabbed the
towel off the top of the motor, and walked up onto he land.

     Mary dried herself, then wrapped the towel around her hair and
walked over to where I was sitting. My watch showed it was almost noon.

     "Billy, that was a great swim. The next time I go into the lake will
be my last. How does that make you feel?"

     I didn't have to think about the answer.
     "It makes me sad, Mary. It just makes me sad."

     "Even though it makes me happy?"

     I nodded my head.

     "Well, cheer up, Little Brother. Let's have a few more beers, then
maybe we can have fun with this. It's a fantasy come true for me, and I'm
happy now because all my problems are solved, so to speak."

     I nodded my head again, then gestured toward the cooler. Mary walked
to it, took out two bottles, then came back to the table. She took my
empty bottle, handed me a full one, then moved my legs off the chair and
sat down facing me.

     "Mary, do you know what seeing you naked like that does to me?"

     She took a drink, and answered, "I hope it fires you up, lover boy.
Although, if you can get it up after screwing a couple of times, and
having your dick sucked dry, I'd be surprised."

     "Somehow, Mary, that doesn't matter. I could fuck your eyes out
right now."

     She smiled and changed the subject.

     "It's getting late, and we're wasting time. Are you hungry?"
     "I'm starved," I told her.

     She laughed, and took another drink. "I see you're still staring at
my boobs. Like someone said before, are you horny or hungry?"

     "I'm horny, and hungry."

     "I can fix you some beef stew and a cheese sandwich, or you can have
a slice of my right breast on an onion roll with cheese, and maybe some
mustard and butter. Sliced thin, and fried up in olive oil, it might
taste pretty good. You know, titty is the house specialty." 
     I thought about it for a moment, and asked her, "Do you want an
honest answer?"

     "Not necessarily, but it's okay."

     "Your right boob looks pretty good to me. If it's going to waste
anyway, why don't we just make lunch out of it?"

     Mary smiled at me, and said, "Coming right up, Sir. Fried sister
titty sandwich, potato chips, and cold beer. And you don't have to tip
the waitress."

     Mary stood up and went to the two burner propane stove and turned
on the gas. She lit both burners, then put the frying pan on one, and put
the spatula across the flame on the other. She filled the bottom of the
pan with olive oil that spattered, then smoked a little. She turned the
fire down.

     From the cooler she took the mustard, ketchup, cheese and some
rolls. She cut two rolls, buttered them and put them on paper plates,
then put out two individual size bags of chips, some salt and pepper, and
other necessities for a meal. From the large box of cooking utensils, she
took out two large plastic platters, and a small cutting board I had
brought for cleaning fish.

     While she worked, she talked to me about her strategy.

     "Billy, what way would be best for me to feed that wolf his last
meal of raw, human female? Tie myself up again?"

     "No, if you do that, he'll just try to breed you again. I imagine
that might still be fairly novel to him. You could try running away from
him. His natural instinct would be to run you down and rip you apart."

     "See how helpful you are, Billy. You solved my dilemma in just a
second."

     She finished with preparing everything for lunch, and spoke up
again.

     "You were so good with that problem, how are we going to get this
meat off me?"

     I thought for a moment, then told her to come to me.

     "You said you wanted to have fun with this, so wait just a minute,
and I'll show you."

     I stood up next to the chair, then took off all my clothes,
including my sneakers and socks. Then I sat back down.

     She looked at my rock-hard cock again, and grinned.

     "I hope you don't intend to use that thing on me, Mister."

     Picking up the stainless steel boning knife, I said, "Yes, Madam,
I do. While I use my cock on one end, I'm going to use this knife on the
other."
     She laughed. "You're all talk and no action, Little Brother."

     "Well, Little Girl, come over here and sit on my lap and I'll show
you."

     Without hesitation, Mary walked up, positioned her ass over my cock,
then holding my prick, she guided it between the lips of her pussy as she
sat down sideways in my lap. It slid right into her dripping vagina.

     I put the tip of the knife into her navel, and pushed enough to draw
the tiniest bit of blood. As soon as I did that I felt the muscles of her
cunt contract, and I withdrew the knife. She began to slowly rise up and
down on my cock, her right breast brushing against my face as she began
to fuck me.

     I put the knife on the table next to us and bent my head down
slightly to let the perfectly formed nipple brush my lips. She moaned
when I sucked it between my lips, and cried out 
louder as I lightly bit on the tip of her erect nipple.

     "Billy, you'll have to bite it harder than that," she said.

     "Maybe I just want to tease it a little."

     "Perhaps the gentleman would like to try a little of the meat for
freshness before its fried?" she asked, coyly.

     I frowned at her, and said, "I guess I'd better take a taste, to
make sure its not spoiled."

     She grinned, and faked a French accent.

     "May the house recommend the sweet, nut-brown nipple? It has 
the best flavor, without all the calories."

     "Thank you, Madam. If you would just point out the portion I should
sample."

     With her index finger she drew an imaginary line around the edge of
her nipple.

     "Since you are our favorite patron, I'd suggest this portion here."

     With my thumb and finger I grabbed Mary's right nipple and pulled
on it.

     "I seems there is a little problem getting the sample loose for the
taste test."

     With the fake accent, she offered, "If the gentleman would just take
the portion between his teeth, he should have no trouble."

     I licked Mary's nipple, then sucked it into my mouth. As she rocked
in my lap, I took the entire nipple between my front teeth, and bit down
enough to draw blood. I felt her cunt squeezing on my cock as my teeth
broke through the skin, and as I jerked my head, the end of her breast
came away in my mouth.

     Mary screamed in passion as the blood poured down onto her belly and
cunt, and her pussy muscles were tightening on my cock, then relaxing,
again and again. I chewed the morsel, and swallowed it, tasting her blood
and raw flesh and finding it delicious.

     I reached across to the stove and grabbed the spatula. When I
pressed it to her breast, the odor of the cooking meat and steaming blood
was sweet in our nostrils.

     Mary's eyes were closed, and I pulled one of the plastic platters
within easy reach of our chair. When I picked up the knife, her eyes
opened.

     She was still sitting on my prick and I had to push her away a
little to get my arms in close enough to slice on her breast. She was
watching me intently as I held the knife in my right hand and measured
the where I would cut her.

     Mary put her hands around her breast at its base and squeezed it
tight. With the knife, I managed to remove two slices about an inch thick
around the circumference. Instead of closing her eyes, she watched me all
the while I cut on her, and as I threw the meat into the platter, she
relaxed. It must have taken great concentration on her part not to back
away or grab at my hands.

     I applied the spatula several more times until the bleeding
subsided, then looked into her eyes as she spoke.

     "Okay, I'm going to have to get up now to cook this, so don't go
away."

     She didn't have to worry about that, because I was ravenous, and
titty was becoming one of my favorite lunch meats.

     Mary threw the slices of her breast into the frying pan, and stirred
the hot oil so it would cook uniformly. Like Kaye's organs, Mary's breast
cooked quickly, and in just a few minutes she had made the sandwiches and
opened the potato chips. She got two more beers from the cooler, opened
them, and handed one to me.

     "The gentleman won't mind if I sit on his cock again, will he?"

     "Madam, I'd be delighted. Just be aware its for the last time,
because after lunch I'm going to feed the dogs."

     "The gentleman is kind to the little puppies," she said, as she sat
back down on my still erect prick."

     Mary and I ate our titty sandwiches with good appetite, and when we
were through, she finished her beer and threw it behind us.

     "Billy, you're going to have a helluva mess after you and the dogs
are done with me. We're both covered with blood."

     "That's the breaks. Whenever I eat a relative, I get the job of
cleaning up."

     She sat in silence for a moment, then replied, "It's all worth it,
Little Brother. Kaye and I will live on in you and the wolf."

     I nodded my head. I guess I understood her logic.

     "Just remember," she said, "When you get home, you will find you've
learned something here which will help you with our other relations."

     I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and saw that the
wolf had moved quietly to within about five yards of us. His teeth were
bared, but he was silent, and looked at us with his steady gaze.

     "It's time," Mary told me.

     "Okay, Mary," I said, picking up the knife. "I'm not going to do a
complete job of butchering you. I'm just going to throw him a few chucks
to make him understand that this time he's not supposed to fuck you."

     "What are you going to give him first. You have to be careful or
else I may not be able to run."

     "The rest of your boob, for starters. Start working up and down on
my cock."

     Mary began working her ass up and down as I put the knife to her
chest and sliced off what remained of her right breast and threw it
toward the wolf. It was only a few ounces of Mary, but he grabbed it from
the grass and ate it. Then he looked back up.
     With two quick slices I cut Mary's left breast in four separate
portions, then sliced them off one at a time and threw them to the
animal. He ate them slower than before, realizing he would not be denied
a full stomach.

     Mary's last orgasm began when I turned back to her with the knife.

     "I'm going to stick the blade in your belly, just above the hairline
and rip upwards. I have to be careful not to hit my cock with the knife."

     She was weaker, and nodded. "Oh, yes, fuck me with that blade."

     I put the point of the knife below her navel and held it there. Mary
grabbed my hand and pushed hard, driving the knife into her belly to the
handle. I ripped upward only about three inches, afraid I would hit her
heart, and as I did, my cock exploded inside her. She bled as my orgasm
subsided.

     "Mary, can you stand up now?"

     "Yes, but I better hurry."

     I pushed her off me to her feet, then stood beside her and kissed
her on the mouth.

     "I'm going to rip you from the cunt to the sternum, and when I pull
out the knife, run toward the lake. I'm sure he'll chase you, and later
it will be easier to get you into the boat."

     "Bye, Little Brother."

     I bent over and stuck the eight inch blade up into my sister's
pussy. Then I pulled it up, slicing through her clit, and up to my first
cut. As an afterthought, I made two deep slices into her ass, and pushed
her.
     "Get moving, girl."

     Mary had been a superb athlete, but left in a slow, hobbling trot,
holding in her intestines as she headed for the lake.
 
     The wolf trotted after her, then put on a burst of speed and caught
her by the fleshy part of her right thigh and dragged her to the ground.
I suppose it was the first time prey ever turned over on its back and
spread its legs for him, and he made good use of the opportunity. Mary
screamed, not in fear, as the fangs sank into her belly.

     Sam had eased into the clearing and was waiting patiently for the
wolf to consume his meal. The big grey animal was in no hurry, and he fed
on Mary's thighs and on the flesh I had split around her vagina. I
noticed her eyes were closed and she was no longer moving.

     When the wolf had eaten his fill, he turned and looked at me. I was
covered in blood, and he seemed to understand he was looking at the most
dominate member of the pack who had eaten first. He wheeled around and
trotted off into the trees.

     Sam circled the carcass, and began feeding, now that his wild
companion had left. He leisurely ate his fill, then walked to the lake
and drank water.

     It did not take long for me to pack away the items at the camp. I
took Kaye and Mary's bags and filled them with rocks, and then packed the
tent. I put Mary's remains into one of the sleeping bags, along with two
large stones, and using the awl on my knife, sewed it shut with fishing
leader. I put her and all the gear which would go overboard in the bow,
and packed the rest of the equipment between the front and center seats.
 
     I waited until dusk to start the motor, and started to pull away.
Sam was sitting in the grass, watching me intently, unsure of what to do.
I called to him and he ran to the shore and jumped up on the bow, wagging
his tail as he took his place in the boat.

     Darkness had fallen when I turned on the GPS and headed to the spot
where we had put Kaye into the water. When I arrived at the place, I let
the motor idle and moved to the center of the boat.

     Mary went into the water first, then the bags and packs they had
brought, and finally the folding chair on which we had sat in the camp.
Then, got the bearing to the boat landing and headed out across the dark
water.




To Be Continued if you liked it.  Again, this is fantasy and should not
be attempted at home.  However, if you live on an island in the north
woods..........

Your comments are appreciated.

willywilly19008@yahoo.com
     
     
     
 




     
     
  


 

     
     


      
     



  
   
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