VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 2

Story by misfit446

Here's part 2. Still now video store but it is coming. Please keep reading.

VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 2

Diane awoke, sore, tired and totally pleased sexually. Her brother Ray had touched so many places inside her body she didn’t know where to start. She felt so satisfied that there was nothing else to do but sigh contentedly.

Stretching, Diane sat up. She looked over at her brother. He was snoring. She giggled softly. ‘He really fucked me hard. God, my first fuck,’ she thought. ‘How can I compare that fuck with anyones? It was with my loving brother,’ she thought.

She sat there watching Ray breathe softly as she remembered how his hot gasping breath blew her hair about her face as he shoved his thick dick into her pussy, churning her juices and making her toes curl as she felt herself cum, her first cum, wash over her like a freight train.

Though she should be tired, she wasn’t. She felt surprisingly awake and tingly. Ray was a good brother and one great fuck. He took her over and over again, in many positions. Diane felt her pulse race now, remembering when he took her like a dog. His cock touched places she didn’t know she even had, finally emptying his pent up lust into her womb.

Diane patted her stomach softly, relishing the feeling as he hosed her insides with his virile spunk. Standing, she walked into the bathroom and began to pee. She was careful to keep her cock off of the cool bowl.

She finished, shook and pulled out the dregs, then flushed. She turned and saw Ray getting out of bed. Even soft, his cock was big. She eyed it shifting as he moved.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled as he edged past her, their cocks brushing. He sighed heavily as his piss thundered into the toilet.

“Last night was great,” Diane said.

“Yeah,” Ray said, finishing his pee. Diane watched how her brother shook and drew out his dick. ‘Just like how I do it,’ she thought.

“So what do you wanna do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, are we staying or going?” Diane asked.

“I think we should go. I don’t like that cop asking questions.”

“Yeah.”

The two cleaned up, walked over to Ethel’s and got some breakfast, both sharing one plate of eggs and bacon.

“So, how are you two?” Ethel asked friendly.

“Good thanks,” Diane answered.

“Still going to Colorado?”

“California,” Ray growled out, wiping his lips with a napkin.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Come on,” Ray said to Diane, stood up and dropped a dollar on the counter. Ethel watched them go, then made a phone call.

They walked for an hour, following a country road past large farms and ranches. The air was clean and warm. At first, Ray would tense up at the sound of vehicles driving by, but soon relaxed and didn’t much care now. Diane was oblivious to any danger and walked and talked away, carefree, pulling wild flowers as they went.

The two reached another small town. They stopped at another diner and shared a burger and fries.

“I wonder how far we got?”

“Don’t know. But not far enough,” he growled, tensing.

“Why say that?” Diane asked, looking at her brother. She saw the alarm in his eyes and turned, following his gaze.

Deputy Vince Thomas stepped out of a patrol car, tightening his weapon’s belt and was approaching the diner. With a flash, Ray grabbed Diane and pulled her toward the bathrooms.

“W-where are we gonna go?” Diane hissed out.

“We gotta get away from here, that’s for sure.” He opened the men’s room door and smiled at the window. “Quick, climb out. I’ll watch for him.”

Diane felt a surge of adrenaline fire through her veins as she easily climbed out. “Hurry,” she hissed, dropping down. Ray followed.

They took off running from the back of the diner, following a small alley before they got to the next street. Dogs were barking in yards and houses as they past. Both kids were sweating now, both from the effort and from fear.

Rounding a corner, they came to a large shading tree far from the diner.

“I gotta stop for a sec,” Ray said, chest heaving.

“Okay,” Diane answered, her own chest beating fiercely.

“D-do you think he saw us?”

“I don’t know. But we should keep going,” Diane offered.

Ray nodded and they took off again, jogging down the street. Another hour and they were out in the country again. The sun was working its way down to the western horizon when they came up to an old farm house. There was washing hung on the lines, easily waving in the slight breeze.

“Are we gonna stay in a motel tonight?”

Ray shook his head. “Can’t. They’ll know about us.”

“You really think that cop was looking for us?”

“I don’t know but he sure had a lot of questions. And we can’t afford to get caught.”

“Well, it’ll be cold tonight. What are we gonna do?”

Ray looked around, spied several blankets and clothes on the lines. “Let’s swipe some stuff.”

Ray jumped the fence and walked into the yard. Diane looked about anxiously. She then saw her bro

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