Laughing lewdly, Barry grasped his stepsister by the arm, He began, dragging her toward the straw.“No!’ she cried, trying to fight him off... “What are you doing? Let me go!”But her cries were as useless as her: struggles. Barry was strong, and be had no trouble pulling her to the straw pile and tossing her onto the soft bed.He laughed as if it was all a game. Sometimes he played this way with tire girls at Madam’s and they liked it. But Nancy was terrified.He. We hope you enjoy. *** Cassie Ross struggled to push her way through the heavy door as the full impact of the night’s events began to sink in and overwhelm her. Someone brushed past her in a hurry, not even noticing that she had tears streaming down her face. Actually, that was just fine with Cassie. She hated for anyone to see her cry. Dammit, she hated being weak enough to cry in the first place. Finally outside in the fresh air, she paused to gather herself, angrily wiping the tears from her. .. And once again I saw her tanned body and hairless snatch. I focused, thinking of something else. Then it happened again, I saw her in bed, legs spread, young tits swaying as our father forced himself in and out of her. I focused harder, seeing my mom on her knees in front of me, looking into my eyes as she sucked the head of my dick. And once again it switched to Lacy, same image as before, only now it was ME on top of her, sawing my cock in and out of her. I tried to think of something. She knew it was a sin but it was a lot better than hooking up with some male with ideas about “doing it” in various ways that seemed a lot more depraved than the animals on the farm that just did it because their instinct told them it was the right thing to do and there was no sin involved.In a way, she saw the mindless mating as the way to enjoy sex without the challenges of an actual relationship that would require actual conversation or other considerations besides just getting that “old.