Chapter 3

Later that morning Darla gave what she considered, in all modesty, the best performance of her young life.

"I don't feel good mama." She whined when her mother came in to wake her for church.

"What's wrong honey?" mom had asked sympathetically.

"My tummy hurts." She moaned, clutching her belly.

Her mother was still in her nightgown, and house coat.

She'd brought down Darla's church cloths early because her daughter always took so long to get ready.

"Well," mom had said. "We're not leaving for a while yet so I'll just leave your cloths here okay."

"Okay mama." She responded in a tone that was meat to convey that she would probably not feel better in time to go to church.

She watched her mother set her cloths on the end of the couch before heading to the door.

Then she turned around and said, "I'll be back to check on you in a little while sweetie." And true to her word she did, more than once.

The first time she checked Darla's temperature, the second time she brought her water, and the third time, despite being dressed, and ready for church, she announced, "Well I guess I'll just have to stay home with you."

"I'm sorry mama." Darla apologized.

"It can't be helped." Mom said sweetly, and although most people would have been fooled by her kindly tone, Darla knew her well enough to know that she found it more than a little irksome.

'Cue Robbie.' Darla thought nervously, heaving an internal sigh of relief when he did in fact walk in.

He looked at Darla laid out on the couch still in her night cloths, and their mother dressed in her Sunday best, and asked, "What's up?"

"Oh good, Robbie." Mom said by way of greeting, turning her head to regard him. "Your sister's not feeling well so I'm going to stay home, and tend to her." She explained calmly. "So could you please tell your father that ya'all can just go on to church without us."

Then Robbie asked Darla, "Do you not feel good sweetie?" with what Darla considered the perfect air of brotherly concern.

She shook her head, making a little frowny face, and then he responded tenderly, "Aw, well I hope you feel better soon." For which she gave him a weak smile, but then when he said, "Okay, well I guess I'll see you after church." Turning to go, her little heart sank.

Was he really leaving?

Then he turned around as if suddenly remembering something, and asked, "Isn't that guest pasture that you wanted to see preaching today?"

"Yes," mother sighed. "But Darla's sick so..." kind of trailing off.

After a brief pause, as if considering the situation, Robbie finally piped up with, "Well I could stay with Darla."

"Oh could you Robbie?" she responded hopefully, rising to her feet, and then turning, and asking Darla, "Do you want Robbie to stay with you sweetheart?"

Darla did her best to nod in that kind of noncommittal way that said she didn't much care who stayed with her, when in fact Robbie was the only person she really wanted to be alone with.

Mom went over, and gave Robbie a big hug saying, "Thank you Robbie. That's really thoughtful of you."

"It's no big deal mom." He responded with a shrug.

Darla couldn't believe how well everyone was playing their part, especially mom, and she wasn't even acting.

As mom headed for the door Darla couldn't help but smile at Robbie, but he shot her a stern look which seemed to say, "Stay in character."

So Darla instantly dropped back into her sad, ill expression, and none too soon as it turned out because just then mom stopped at the door, turned around, and said, "Now you be sure to keep her hydrated Robbie honey."

"Sure thing mom." Robbie replied, having to expend an almost super human effort not to laugh as he thought, 'Don't worry, I'll be keeping her plenty wet.'

Then she said to Darla, "Now you do what Robbie says honey."

Now what Darla wanted to say was, "Oh mama I can't wait to do what Robbie says." But what she said was, "Okay mommy." With a weak smile.

Once their mother had left the room Darla threw her hands up to her mouth to muffle her hysterical laughter, but Robbie's finger flew up to his nose, silently shushing her.

Then he quickly walked over to the door, peaking around the corner to watch mom retreating down the hall.

Once she'd gone out the front door he turned back to Darla, smiling, and nodding to let her know that the coast was clear.

Darla jumped up onto her knees on the couch, clapping her little hands as she exclaimed, "That was brilliant Robbie."

He gave her that "Aw shucks, it was nothing." Kind of look, but his cheeks flushed a little at her praise.

Just then he heard the front door open again, and he frantically motioned Darla to lie back down as he quickly crossed the room to sit down on the edge of the couch next to her prone body.

He had Darla sit up a little, and he reached for the glass of water that their mother had left on the coffee table so that when their father entered the room what he saw was his eldest son helping his sick little sister to a drink of water.

Needless to say dad found this scene heartwarming.

"So you're staying home to nurse your sister?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Sure, it's no big deal." Robbie responded casually.

His father's chest swelled with pride as he said, "Well that's a very mature attitude son."

Then he turned to Darla, and asked, "Are you feeling poorly sweetheart?"

She nodded with a little frown, and dad responded by saying, "Well don't worry, your brother will take good care of you."

This time it was Darla who had to struggle to keep a straight face as she thought, 'Oh I just know that he'll take great care of me daddy."

"That was a very nice thing you did for your mother," Dad told Robbie with a smile. "and I won't be forgetting it."

And then he told them both, "I'll see you two after church." Before leaving the room.

Darla was practically beaming with admiration.

She had always appreciated how clever her brother was, but the way that he'd just set things up so that they could have some alone time to do sexy stuff while scoring brownie points with their parents at the same time was nothing short of genius as far as she was concerned.

As for Robbie, he wasn't normally the type to toot his own horn, but seeing it come to fruition, even he had to admit to himself that it was one of the better plans he'd ever come up with.

Once dad had gone out the front door, and Robbie again gave her the all clear sign Darla jumped to her feet, bouncing up, and down on the couch as she exclaimed, "My brother is the smartest brother in the whole world!"

He attempted to shrug it off by saying, "Well I couldn't have done it without you." And as he crossed the room toward her he added, "In fact when I first walked in, and saw you I thought you might really be sick."

"Really?" she asked dubiously, raising her arms as he grasped the hem of her nightgown.

"No, for real." He asserted, pulling off her gown, and casually dropping it on the floor. "I mean you fooled mom."

He had a point there.

Whatever her failings might be mom was pretty sharp, and she did not tolerate nonsense from any of her children, coming down on them pretty hard if she even suspected one of them of trying to put one over on her.

Standing on the couch in nothing but her panties Darla's little chest puffed with pride as she said, "I was pretty good huh?"

"You were quite perfect sweetie." He whispered as he grasped her head in both hands, leaning in, and kissing her slowly, and sweetly on the mouth.

Darla kissed him back, sliding her arms over his shoulders, and around his neck as he slipped his arms down, wrapping them around her tiny waist.

What started as a sweet little kiss rapidly began to escalate when Darla suddenly slipped him the tongue, but then she hopped up, wrapping her little legs around his waist, and she broke from their kiss so fast that a stream of saliva stretched out, and fell between them.

"Robbie," she panted in a husky voice. "We don't have much time." And then laying her head on his shoulder she said, "Take me up stairs."

Robbie could actually feel the heat of her blushing cheek against his shoulder as she rushed to add, "Please."

"Now how could I say no to that?" Robbie chuckled, heading for the steps as fast as he felt was safe while carrying his little sister.

When they reached his room Robbie caught a glimpse of the pair of them in the mirror over his dresser, and if his cock hadn't already been hard it would have instantly stiffened at the sight.

There was Darla's body wrapped around him in his Sunday best, wearing nothing but her little white cotton panties, and he felt his cock throb in his pants, feeling a little surprised at how incredibly hot he found this to be.

He reached down; grabbed one of her tight little ass cheeks, and gave it a good squeeze.

"Robbie!" she squealed in surprise.

"Sorry," Robbie replied as he carried her over to the chair in front of his computer. "I just couldn't resist."

He set her down in the chair, and then said, "Quick, take off your panties."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin'bout." She quipped as she quickly slipped out of her soiled under garment.

Robbie snatched them out of her hand, and threw them on the bed.

Darla spun the chair around to watch as he began stripping the comforter off of his bed asking, "What are you doing?"

He rolled the comforter up with her panties, and his sweat pants, throwing them over by the door before turning around, and saying, "I'm getting ready to wash the stuff with cum all over it so mom doesn't see it." Kicking off his shoes, and taking off his jacket before continuing with, "The woman has seven kids, I think she knows what cum stains look like."

She watched him as he continued to undress, and asked, "Well what am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

"Turn around, and get on my computer." He instructed.

Once he'd undone enough buttons to pull his shirt off over his head he gave her explicit directions to a file labeled "Darla's lesson".

It was a video file, and about the time Darla put it on full screen, and started it Robbie was naked, and headed for the door, calling over his shoulder, "Watch that until I get back" picking up the cum stained bundle on his way out the door.

So Darla watched, and when the first thing she saw was a pretty girl licking up, and down a hard cock she got interested real quick. It seemed that Robbie had made a little compilation of cock sucking scenes in which one could see the girls doing some cool things with their mouths.

She began feeling all squishy inside as she watched, and she got so into it that by the time Robbie returned she had her legs spread over the arms of the chair, and was furiously rubbing her little pussy.

From the way that her moaning was getting more frequent, and higher pitched Robbie figured that she was about to make herself cum, so he stayed quiet, and watched.

She seemed to hover on the edge of orgasm for a moment, and then the money shot happened on the video she was watching, a beautiful facial, and that did it.

Her body shuddered, and she began grinding her pussy against her hand as she chanted, "Oh god, oh yeah, oh god yes!" rather loudly.

He began stroking his cock as the course of her orgasm played out to the sound of her chanting slowly descending in volume until she whispered, "Oh god," and then sighed deeply, "Oooooo yeeeaaah."

Robbie came up behind her, and put his other hand on her shoulder and she turned to look up at him with a big grin as she panted, "I did-did it myself."

"First time?" he asked.

"Ah-huh." She nodded, her eyes suddenly drifting over to where he was stroking his erect shaft right next to her.

She began inching her face toward it, sticking her tongue out, and pulling it back in as if she were beckoning his penis into her mouth.

"Not yet." Robbie snapped, pulling his cock back, and stepping in front of her.

"But Robbie..." she whined, grasping her wet little pussy as she closed her legs.

"No buts!" he snapped, and then added with a wry smile, "Unless it's your cute little butt, like, right here." Looking down at his cock before saying, "Now get up so I can sit down."

She quickly vacated his chair, and as so as his ass hit the seat she was jumping up into his lap.

He spread her slender little thighs, positioning her so that her bald, wet pussy was resting on his shaft.

As they both watched the videos that he put one arm around her chest, pulling her in tight, while he began rubbing her stiff little clitoris with his other hand.

Darla rolled her hips, and the feeling of his cock rubbing her moist lips while he played with her clit, and they watched blow job videos together had her cumming again in short order.

"Oh yeah Robbie, oh god yes!" she practically screamed as her hips bucked, and rolled, rubbing the sticky sweet juice of her swollen little pussy all over his cock.

"Oh yeah baby." Robbie grunted, his cock throbbing as Darla orgasmed in his lap.

It was so erotic that he almost wanted to cum right there, but no, he had to hold off so that Darla could suck it out like she wanted to. Once she began coming down Robbie cupped his hand over her tiny cunt, giving her a little break, and although she continued to roll her hips, rubbing her now soaking pussy all over his thick shaft, she watched the video closely, paying careful attention to what the girl was doing with her hands, and mouth.

She grunted, rubbing Robbie's cock a little more firmly as she watched the man in the video ejaculate into the girl's open mouth.

Then as the next video began Robbie started rubbing her clit again, making quick, gentle little circles over her yum button.

Darla squealed, and wiggled her hips, but she managed to keep from cumming, and watch the video until the money shot when she lost it, and started getting off so hard that she would have thrown herself off his lap bucking if he hadn't been holding her so tight.

"Nnnnuuuuuggghhh, nnnnnnuuuuuugggghhhh, nnnnnnnuuuuuugggghhhh!" she grunted through clenched teeth as waves of intense pleasure swept over her little eight year old body, and for a few seconds that seemed to go on forever she couldn't see, or even think.

"Jesus fuck Robbie!" she creamed as her orgasm finished off with a strong, shuddering pulse, emanating from her vagina, and spreading over her whole body.

She hugged the arm around her chest tightly, panting hard as she laid her head on his shoulder.

He gave her a little longer to recover this time, waiting until her breathing had almost returned to normal before he whispered, "Are you ready to show me what you learned Darla honey?"

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I'm so ready."

As he released her she practically melted onto the floor, lithely, almost gracefully, spinning her body around as she slid down between his legs so that she ended up on her knees facing him, stroking his wet, hard shaft with one hand as she gently fondled his balls with the other.

Robbie leaned back, and sighed, "Oh yeah, show me what you can do baby." Watching as she twisted her hand around while jacking his stiff prick, making even more precum to leak out of him, mingling with her pussy juice to make his cock even slicker.

Then she suddenly stopped, opened her hand, and pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft before slowly licking up to the head, flicking that spot between the head, and the shaft with the tip of her tongue as she reached the top.

"Ssssss, oh yeeaah." Robbie hissed and moaned as he realized that she really had paid attention to the videos.

She began by licking him all over his stiff penis, loving the taste of her pussy juice on his cock, and then she took the head into her mouth, using a little patch of saliva on her tongue as lube so that she could rub it hard on the underside while she sucked it just like she'd seen a girl in one of the videos do.

One of Robbie's hands flew up, grasping her head, his hips rolling as he panted, "Aaah, aaaahh, oh yeah baby, suck it Darla, suck it good honey."

She figured that she was doing it right because Robbie seemed to be enjoying it at least as much as the man in the video had.

As she began bobbing her head, taking a little bit more of him into her mouth every time she went down, she also sucked her cheeks in so that they rubbed the sides of his hard shaft as she fucked him with her mouth.

The feel of her silky blond hair in his hand, the little mews, and moans she was making between sucking, and slurping sounds, not to mention the incredible thing she was doing with her mouth all combined to bring his orgasm on a lot faster than he'd anticipated.

His other hand flew up s that he was holding her bobbing little head in both hands as he panted, "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum Darla."

She suddenly pulled her mouth off of him with a loud slurp, crouching a little lower, and pleading, "Oh cum on my face Robbie, please cum on my face like the girls in the videos."

And with that she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out flat.

Robbie was surprised, but not shocked, and he quickly got to his feet, pulling her up to stand on her knees so that as he began stroking his throbbing cock toward her face it was only inches away.

"Aaahhh, yeah Darla, "he panted, really spanking it. "You want me to cum on your face my sexy little porn star?"

She nodded her head vigorously, and as Robbie felt his forestalled orgasm coming to a climax again he grunted through clenched teeth, "Yeah, I'll cum on your pretty face, ssssss, yeah, take it in the face baby, sssss, yeah, here it comes baby, ssssss, here it comes!"

And then he stopped stroking, holding his shaft just under the head, trying to hold off as long as possible as he felt the pressure continue to build in his loins until he couldn't take anymore, and pumped his shaft moaning, "Oooooohh yeeeeeaaaah!" as a thick white ribbon of sperm squirted out striking Darla's forehead, leaving a trail across the bridge of her nose, and down to the cheek on the other side.

Darla twitched a little, giving up an excited gasp as she felt the first blast of hot cum land on her face.

"Daaaammmnn!" Robbie grunted as he felt the pleasure of the next blast of cum squirting out, and he watched it hit Darla just below the eye, down her lip, and across her tongue.

Darla let out a little panting giggle, and Robbie chanted, "Yeeaah look at that, it's so sexy."

His orgasm made all the more intense by the visual of his thick seed painting his sister's pretty face.

His body shuddered as he deposited the rest of his sperm into her giggling little mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck it a little more honey." He coaxed, placing the head of his still twitching penis on her tongue.

She immediately closed her lips around it, sucking hard, and making loud yummy sounds.

"Oh shit!" Robbie cried out, quickly grasping her little head in both hands, his hips wiggling as he fought the sudden urge to thrust wildly, and fuck his sister in the mouth.

She then grasped the base of his shaft, giving it a few good pumps as she suckled.

"Oh god yes Darla." He gasped, shuddering as if he were about to cum again.

Once Darla figured she had gotten every last drop out of him, she pulled her mouth off with a little sucking pop, and then looking up at him with a big grin she asked, "So how'd you like that?"

"That was incredible." He sighed, collapsing back into his chair.

She let out a little giggle upon hearing that, and then she scoped a glob of cum off her cheek with her finger, asking, "Do I look sexy Robbie?" before popping it into her mouth, and eyeing him seductively as she sucked on it.

Robbie looked down at his little sister, sucking on her finger with his cum all over her face, ad part of him was just appalled, but that obviously wasn't the part that spoke.

"You look super fucking sexy." He had to admit.

She pulled her finger out of her mouth, and gave him a big smile, clearly pleased with herself.

She suddenly got up, and walked to his dresser, leaning over to look in the mirror.

Robbie turned in his chair to watch her, and with her being naked, and bent over his dresser he couldn't help but notice what a cute little bubble butt she had.

He wanted to pinch it, smack it, rub it, squeeze it, and all the other things guys think of when they see a fine ass.

Of course the thing that made this particularly hot was that he knew she would let him do all those things, and more.

As he pondered all the possibilities he suddenly noticed her dangling a thick stream of semen onto her tongue, eyeing herself in the mirror, and he got curious.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a little chuckle.

"I'm practicing playing with the cum on my face, and looking sexy." She responded, turning to look at him, and seeing the puzzled look on his face she said, "Well if I want to be a porn star I have to rehearse don't I?"

"Wait, so you want to be a porn star now?" he asked in a somewhat bemused tone.

She looked at him as if that were the dumbest question she'd ever heard, and then, sounding flabbergasted, she said, "Well who wouldn't? You get to be in movies, and do sexy stuff, and get paid for it."

Robbie thought about saying, "No Darla. You don't know what you're saying. You don't really want to be a porn star." But then he thought better of it.

When she was five she had wanted to be a marine biologist, and then an astronaut, and although it was true that she'd been on this actress kick for over a year she was still only eight after all.

She had another ten years before she could even legally do porn, and he felt pretty sure that she'd change her mind before then. Besides, if it meant getting blow jobs like the one she'd just given him, and that she'd let him eat her sweet little pussy, and finger her ass, and stuff, he'd be more than happy to help her "rehearse".

'What could it hurt?' he thought to himself.

And so it went from there.

Robbie gave Darla the password to his computer, and showed her how to access his hidden files so that she could sneak in, and watch porn anytime she wanted to, a privilege she took full advantage of.

Now of course Darla had been impressed with the way had set things up that first Sunday, but little did she know at the time that was only the beginning.

Every time that she thought it might be weeks, or even months before they could fool around again, he would come up with some really clever way to engineer some alone time for them.

As for Robbie, he was equally, if not more, impressed with Darla.

It seemed like every time they got together she had learned some new trick that she couldn't wait to try out on him.

Although Robbie remained ambivalent about the whole situation, swearing to himself every time that it would be the last time, Darla would shoot him a seductive look, or lightly brush his thigh when nobody was looking, and he'd find himself plotting to get her alone as soon as possible.

He actually started believing that she really could be a porn star.

I mean if she was already this good at it, what was she going to be like in ten years?

Darla absolutely loved sex play with her big brother, and every time they were naked together it was like a beautiful lust filled haze of licking, sucking, and cumming, but as the months passed she became increasingly frustrated that he wouldn't stick his penis in her vagina.

When she head first discovered vaginal penetration she had been intrigued, but now that she had been watching porn for a while she wanted to do it so bad that it hurt.

More to the point she wanted Robbie to do it to her, but he just wouldn't.

Sometimes he would be so close, rubbing his hard cock against her clitoris, practically laying on top of her, and she would try to move up, attempting to position the tip at the opening of her steamy little hole, but he would just move up with her, usually cumming on her belly before she could make any progress.

On one such occasion she finally got so fed up that she began wildly gyrating her hips as she screamed, "Fuck me Robbie! Please just fuck me!" Tears of frustration streaming down her face.

"No!" he said flatly, backing up off of her.

"Why not?" she demanded.

"Because you're my sister!" he exclaimed. "Don't you understand?"

"No Robbie I don't understand." She shot back. "It doesn't seem to bother you when you're licking my pussy, or I'm sucking your cock, so why won't you fuck me?"

Robbie had been just about to climax so he found this all a little irritating.

"You're eight, you're my sister, and you're a virgin." He spat out through gritted teeth. "You're first time can't be with your brother. That's just not right."

"But you're the only one I want." She cried.

"Well that's just tough shit," he insisted, "Because it ain't happening."

That's when Darla kind of flew off the handle.

"Well why don't you just fuck my ass then." She said sarcastically. "You might as well for as many fingers as you've had up there."

Now it was true that as little as half a hour ago he'd had three fingers in her ass, but for some reason this kind of set him off.

"Oh, so you want me to fuck you in the ass now?" Robbie asked in that tone that said in no uncertain terms "Don't push me little girl."

"Psh, as if you would." She said dismissively.

"Oh, you don't think I will?" he snapped, getting angrier by the second, and that's when Darla went too far.

"You don't have the guts." She sneered, quickly turning over onto her knees, pressing her head and shoulders against the mattress as she reached back with both hands spreading open her tight little ass cheeks.

"Go ahead." She taunted him. "I dare you. I double dog dare you."

In retrospect Darla wasn't sure what she had expected to happen, but when she felt Robbie's hands roughly grab her by the hips she naively thought, 'He's bluffing.'

And when she felt the head of his thick penis push against her tiny sphincter, stretching it as he entered, she suddenly got really scared.

"No Robbie, wait!" she whined, throwing her hands out in front of her as if she might crawl away, but Robbie held her firmly by the hips as he continued to slowly slide his cock into her tight little asshole.

"Please Robbie, don't!" she begged, but he was having none of that.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" he growled. "You asked for it, and now you're going to get it."

By this time he already had the head, and about two inches buried inside her.

"No Robbiiiiie!" she grunted, gritting her teeth as he pushed in deeper, and deeper.

He got about halfway in, and then just had to stop.

It was just too intense.

The way she was squeezing his cock with her tight little butt was beyond anything he'd yet experienced.

It felt to Darla like she had to take a massive dump, but no matter how hard she pushed she just couldn't get it out which is why she heaved a huge sigh of relief when she felt him suddenly start pulling out.

About the time he'd pulled back to where just the head was in she sobbed quietly, "Thank you Robbie, thank you." And he almost felt sorry for her.

She seemed to think that this was all over when he knew that in fact, her ass fucking was just beginning.

He spit on the shaft of his cock thinking 'Bull's-eye!' as his saliva landed just below the head where he was stretching her little asshole.

Darla started panting hard, too shocked to even speak as she felt his stiff penis pushing back up into her ass.

He stopped halfway in again, and then slowly backed out to the head before shoving it back in.

Robbie soon got into a slow rhythm, really fucking her with half of his cock.

Now of course the intense feeling of his little sister's sphincter wrapped around his throbbing fuck muscle made him want to just bury it in her balls deep, but he resisted.

After all he just wanted to teach her a lesson; he didn't want to actually hurt her.

She gasped, and sobbed as he repeatedly violated her little poop chute, eventually catching her breath enough to wail, "Why Robbie."

"Because you fucking asked for it." He grunted insistently. "Now shut up, and take this cock like the little slut you are."

Suddenly he realized that this could be the very thing to disabuse her of this whole porn star nonsense.

"Yeah, take it you little bitch." He panted, increasing the pace a little, driving for his nut as he basically told her how it was. "Porn stars take it up the ass Darla." He growled in a low whisper after having leaned over her to put his mouth right up next to her ear while still firmly holding hips.

"Yeah, they take it up the ass, and they love it. You still want to be a porn star Darla? Huh? Do ya?" shoving his cock into her a little further, and then holding it there for a second as if to drive the point home, so to speak.

Then like a moment of clarity, Darla suddenly realized he was right.

Porn stars did take it up the ass, and they loved it, or at least they seemed to love it, but maybe they were just acting.

The one thing that Darla felt like she knew about acting was that it didn't matter how you really felt, no, what mattered was how convincingly you could lay the part, and then she knew almost instantly what she had to do.

She knew that this was going to take all her skill if she was going to pull it off.

In fact convincing mom that she was sick was child's play by comparison.

Now Robbie was no John Holms, but he wasn't small by any means so even half of his penis pumping in, and out of her little eight year old ass with nothing but a little bit of saliva for lube was uncomfortable to say the least.

She closed her eyes, her involuntary groans of pain, and Robbie's grunts of lust mingling together to the rhythm of her violation as she prepared herself, gathering all her strength until she was ready.

Her eyes popped open, and she cried out, "Oh yeah Robbie, fuck me, fuck me in my little ass!"

Robbie had been on an out stroke at the time, and he just stopped with only the head buried in her little butt hole.

Her outburst had really thrown him off his stride.

Was she actually enjoying this, or was she just being obstinate?

Darla could hear the confusion in Robbie's panting breath, and as much as she feared it, she just knew she had to take the initiative. He had been holding her hips to keep her from moving forward, and escaping his stabbing prick, so he was completely caught off guard when she suddenly pushed back, impaling herself on his thick meat.

She let out a pained little squeal as she quickly pushed past the halfway point, and then stopped, panting hard before slowly pushing back further as she grunted through gritted teeth, "Put it all in, fill me up with hard cock."

For a moment Robbie didn't know what to think, but the more of his stiff penis she swallowed up with her tight little asshole the less he cared.

Either she was really getting into it, or she was just doing a good job of acting like it.

Whatever the case he figured she was asking for it so he started pushing too.

Darla let out a little pained groan when his cock started entering her twice as fast as before, but she took it, silently thanking god when she felt his hips against her little cheeks signifying that he was all the way in.

Robbie was panting pretty hard, and he almost couldn't believe that he'd gotten al the way inside her.

Her tight little ass was squeezing his cock so hard that it actually hurt a little, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

The way that Darla was panting, and groaning Robbie felt sure that she couldn't be enjoying this, now all he had to do was get her to admit it, and he could end this twisted little dance.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" he panted. "See, you don't really want to be a porn star. Now just say it, and I'll pull out right now."

Robbie however had totally underestimated his sister's resolve.

This was a battle of wills that Darla had no intention of losing, and even though it hurt, and would probably hurt a lot more before it was over, she'd be damned if Robbie was gonna tell her she didn't want to be a porn star.

So she once again closed her eyes, gathering up all her strength as she moved her arms in front of her for better leverage.

Then she slowly moved forward causing Robbie's thick tool to start sliding out, silently chanting to herself, "Use the pain, use the pain."

Robbie felt relieved when she began pulling off of him.

'At last,' he thought to himself. 'She's come to her senses.'

But then at about the halfway point she suddenly pushed back hard, and fast, her little ass slapping against his hips as she once again took him all the way back inside her.

After an initial grunt caused by the intense feeling of Darla's tight little ass once again swallowing his hard cock, Robbie's jaw dropped.

He was so shocked he didn't even know what to think, let alone say.

Then she did it again, and again.

Robbie was still trying to wrap his mind around this strange turn of events when Darla cried out, actually sounding a little angry, "Come on you little pussy, fuck me!"

That did it; if she wanted to play he'd teach her that this was no game.

He laid his body over her back, grasping her wrists I front of her, and grunting, "You asked for it you little slut."

Then he began thrusting wildly, pounding her little ass.

Tears were streaming down her face, and the pain was almost unbearable, but she knew she couldn't stop now.

She had to prove to Robbie, and more importantly to herself, that she really could be a porn star.

So every time she wanted to scream "No, stop!" she'd scream "Fuck yeah! Fuck me!"

Now Robbie's penis had of course been leaking precum, but not enough to account for how smoothly he was now sliding in, and out, and had he been capable of thought at the time this may have given him pause, but he was so close to busting his nut that nothing could have stopped him now.

When his orgasm was imminent he pulled out to the tip.

"Aaaaghhh, aaaagghhh, yeeaahhh." He panted as he felt the pressure building until he couldn't hold back any more, and then he slammed all the way back in.

"Uuuugghhh!" he grunted as the first blast of sperm shot out squirting deep into Darla's little belly.

He then began pulling out just a little, and then pounding back in to the rhythm of his ejaculation, grunting hard with each pulse until he had drained his balls.

Robbie was panting so hard that it took him a second to realize that she was openly weeping now, and then she wailed, "Take it out!"

A chill ran up his spine as the grunting, ass raping beast he had been just moments before evaporated into a fifteen year old boy who cared a lot about his little sister.

He quickly withdrew, stepping back from the bed, and Darla collapsed, whimpering, "It hu-hu-hurts Robbie."

He looked down, and suddenly noticed that his cock was streaked with cum, and something red, was that blood?

Robbie's hands started shaking, and his eyes began tearing up as he thought, 'Oh my god! What have I done?'

He was nearly in a panic as he stepped forward, grasping her little cheeks, and spreading them open only to see cum, and blood leaking from her tiny sphincter.

"Oww Robbie, stop!" she wept, and he quickly jumped back, suddenly appalled with himself.

He was crying too now as he whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god I'm sorry."

Robbie felt worse than he ever had in his entire life.

The guilt and shame were so overwhelming that he just wanted to die.

He started to move towards her, and stopped, he wanted to hold her, to comfort her, but at the same time he was afraid to touch her. He'd done the one thing he hadn't wanted to do, he'd hurt her.

"Robbie." Darla called out weakly, and he was instantly by her side.

"What baby?" he sobbed, grasping her little hand, and rubbing her back. "What can I do?"

Darla suddenly felt really bad as well.

Robbie was obviously upset, and scared, and as far as she was concerned it was all her fault.

Why had she taunted him like that? And how was she going to fix this?

"Don't cry Robbie." She whispered, doing her best to sound calm, and soothing. "It's okay."

"How is this okay?" he blurted out in a nearly hysterical rasp.

"I mean it's gonna be okay." She insisted. "It's not your fault."

He just couldn't accept that.

"What?" he wept in disbelief, "How is this not my fault?"

"I asked for it." She asserted firmly.

"No Darla, no." he countered. "You're only eight. If an eight year old asks for cake for dinner, you don't give it to her."

'Well if you'd just fucked me like I wanted..' she thought vaguely, but decided that approach probably wouldn't help matters.

Just having the discussion had calmed him down some, but she needed to give him something to do.

"Would you take me to the bathroom?" she asked quietly, and he was on it instantly, gently picking up her tiny body, and whisking her down the hall, silently thanking god that nobody else was home.

"Put me down on the toilet." She whispered as they entered the bathroom, and he set her down as gently as he could on the porcelain fixture.

Robbie had stopped crying by now, and was wiping his face with his hand when she said, "Maybe you should wet a washcloth."

And as he got that together she pushed, feeling the thick globes of cum slip out of her sphincter, and into the toilet.

She grunted, and strained until she felt that she'd pushed it all out, and by that time Robbie was standing by with the wet cloth, looking worried.

Darla looked down in between her legs, and although there was some blood amongst the semen in the bowl, it wasn't very much. She was more than a little relieved to see that, but she also knew that she was going to have to endure a little more pain before it was all over.

'Might as well get it over with.' She thought to herself as she got up, turned around, and bent over, pressing her cheek against the tank before reaching back with both hands, and spreading her ass cheeks.

Robbie stood there for a moment, lost in his own thoughts, but then Darla cleared her throat, and said meekly, "A little help?"

Robbie looked from the damp cloth in his hand to Darla's bloody little pucker a couple of times like a deer caught in the headlights, and then it was as if his brain suddenly clicked back on, "Oh Jesus." He muttered, feeling a little foolish. "Yeah, of course, I'm sorry, yeah, I got this."

He put his hand on her back, and started to bring the cloth up, then paused as he saw a tiny drop of blood trickle down her pale thigh.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her again, but at the same time he knew that a little pain was unavoidable at this point. "Darla honey," he said gently. "This is probably going to hurt a little."

She rolled her eyes, and sighed, "I know Robbie, just do what you've gotta do."

He decided to start with the easy stuff, wiping the blood from the inside of her thigh, and then cleaning her little cheeks, the damp cloth raising tiny goose pimples on her tender flesh.

Then he folded the cloth once, gathering up his nerve before pressing it firmly against her tiny rosebud.

"Ssssss!" Darla hissed, sucking in a quick, deep breath, suddenly panting hard for a few seconds before finally grunting, "Nnngggh!" through gritted teeth, tears trickling out as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Robbie grimaced as he felt his butt pucker uncomfortably in sympathy for Darla, and he began rubbing her back with his other hand, whispering, "Shh, it's okay baby." Struggling not to cry himself as he almost literally felt her pain.

He hated having to do this, but Darla had been correct, it had to be done, and given the circumstances, he was the only man for this particular job.

After what felt like an eternity, for both of them, he finally pulled the cloth away, examining her carefully.

The bleeding had stopped, but he could see the tiny bits of tender, pink flesh exposed by his thrusting cock, and he just felt horrible.

'What kind of monster ass rapes his sister?" he thought with a deep sense of self loathing.

"I'm in so much trouble Darla." He said nervously. "When they find out what I did to you I'm going to prison."

"Nobody has to find out." She shot back.

"No Darla, no," he protested, shaking his head. "You bring an eight year old with a bleeding asshole into an E.R. and they investigate, DNA evidence, I mean they're gonna know it was me."

"E.R.!" Darla exclaimed, her head suddenly snapping up to look at him as if he were crazy. "What are you talking about?"

"I have to take you to the hospital." He insisted, becoming increasingly hysterical. "What if I damaged your insides or something?"

"No Robbie!" she snapped, standing up, and turning around. "I'm fine."

"How can you know that for sure?" he demanded.

"Because it's my body you big dummy." She explained, rolling her eyes. "I think I'd know if I was hurt."

"I don't know Darla." He muttered, sounding unconvinced.

"Well I do know," she said firmly. "Yeah, my butthole is a little sore, but other than that I feel okay."

Robbie looked down at the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks as they flushed with shame.

Darla climbed off of the toilet, and stepped forward, grasping his hands in hers, and explain calmly, "I'll keep it clean, sleep on my tummy, and in a couple of days it'll be like nothing happened."

Robbie couldn't meet her eye, and he just kept shaking his head, but then Darla suddenly barked, "Robbie!" Shocking him into looking at her, and she went on in the most sincere, and earnest voice she could muster, saying, "Nobody ever has to know about this, okay?"

Robbie suddenly reached down, threw his arms around her, and snatched her up off of her feet, squeezing her tight as he really started bawling on her tiny shoulder.

"Oh god Darla, I'm so-so sor-rr-rry." He wept. "Pluh-please forgive me."

This of course started Darla crying, and saying, "It's okay Robbie, we're gonna be okay."

They held each other that way until they were both cried out, Darla thought about telling Robbie that it was all her fault and that he shouldn't feel bad, but she knew he'd just argue so instead she took a more diplomatic approach.

"You can put me down now Robbie." She instructed quietly after they had finished crying, and were just kind of sniffling.

As she set her on her dainty little feet, and began to pull away she once again grasped his hands, giving them a squeeze, and pleading her case by saying, "Look, can we just say that we both got a little carried away, and promise each other never to do it again."

Robbie looked really anxious, and unsure, shifting uncomfortably as she kind of held him there.

"Please Robbie, can we just do that, please?" she begged, and then bit her lip, furrowing her little brow into an expression of desperate pleading.

How could he say no?

"Okay honey," he said softly. "I never want to hurt you again."

He really meant that, and Darla really believed him, but what neither one of them could have known at the time was that he would be hurting her again, devastating her in fact, and although in later years Darla would clearly be able to see that this was the beginning of the end of their torrid, incestuous love affair, at the time she had no idea.

True, she did feel a vague sense of unease about how this was going to affect their relationship, but over all she felt pretty optimistic having no clue that in a few short months it would all come crashing down, and that she herself would be the cause.