by DA Edwards
Chapter 1 — Marcus
I wait patiently in my chair, sitting at the window of my office. My dick throbs softly in anticipation as I watch her get out. She’s no different than I remember: her hair is still that long, rich, blonde color I remember, falling in waves around her shoulders. Her eyes have that depth and intensity; they’re so beautiful I’m stricken by it. They flick up toward the window, though if she sees me through the glass, she makes no outward sign. Her lips are still that full, red color, made redder by her lipstick. She has a sensuous, sinful smile on her lips, holding all manner of dark promise.
But not as dark as mine.
My stepsister and I always played games growing up. Exciting, foolish games. The games of children willing to run naked together on the lawn. Right up until we were too old to do it anymore. I doubt she remembers, but when she turned eighteen and used to swim in our family pool, I would watch her. I was just two years older, but her tight little body in that swimsuit made me hard as hell.
The look on her face almost makes me think she might remember.
She has no idea what’s in store for her, why I’ve called her here today. My cock twitches at the thought. She’s been mine since our parents first got married, when we were just kids. Mine, always. I tried to lay claim on her, my jealousy often acting as a deterrent to her boyfriends. But she’d sneak around me, fucking them in secret. She did it to tease me; I know that much. I said we played games, didn’t I? Well, the game is over.
Now her legs are going to spread for me. I’m the one who’s going to claim her, put my mouth on her horny wet cunt and suck until she screams for me. She’ll take my cock deep inside her body, getting fucked by me and me alone. No other man will ever come near her, not now.
I hear the office door open, listening as her heels click on the floor. “I see you haven’t changed. You still text at the last minute to ask me to come see you.”
Her voice is silky smooth, reaching my ears like melted butter. I turn to her, my jaw clenching at the sight. She’s dressed in a form-fitting red skirt and blouse, both a deep red color that highlight her perfect breasts and waist. My eyes linger on her, every part of her, and I know she can see me feasting on her with my gaze.
“C’mere.”
I hold my hand out.
She looks me over a moment, eyes narrowing slightly, then comes toward me. Her hand settles in mine, her skin just as soft as I remember. I swipe my finger gently across her wrist, feeling her pulse. She starts to pull away, but I grip her tighter, urging her closer to me. Her large green eyes fix on mine; the pulse in her wrist quickens.
“Come, sit.”
I don’t mean a chair. I mean my lap, and I pat my thigh to indicate that.
She licks her lips, hesitant. Then she does as I say. Perhaps this will be easier than I thought, seducing my sister. Or taking her by force. Whatever I have to do, I’ll do it to make her mine, til she is completely and wholly addicted to me, craving my throbbing cock in her cunt.
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Chapter 2 — Rachel
Whatever I expected when Marcus asked me to meet him, it... wasn’t this.
Not this powerful force coursing through me. Part terror, part sheer, unbridled lust. I can’t force my gaze away from his; he’s changed, his handsome face turning darker, harder. There’s a burn, a fire in his eyes that scares me. It thrills me inside, sending tremors through my belly. As I settle on his lap, feeling his strong arms go around me, my cunt gushes with wetness.
I’m horny for my own brother and I can’t believe it.
His hand rests on my thigh, sliding slowly up my leg, underneath my skirt. His fingers settle just inches from my sex, running back and forth across my inner thigh, making my breath catch. I hate that I want him to keep going, but I do.
“Marcus, what are doing?”
“What I should have done long ago.”
He draws my hair back, burying his face in my neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling my scent like an animal. The act only makes me wetter for him. Without thinking, I clutch his arms, feeling his strong biceps underneath. “Marcus.” The words come out breathlessly.
“Spread your legs for me.”
The words make me freeze. My eyes go wide. I turn to him, staring in shock. “Marcus, I can’t. We’re not — you and I, we’re not...”
“Lovers?” He smirks, a cruel expression, though it only makes him handsomer. “We are now.” His fingers slide closer up, just barely brushing my panties. “Spread your legs for me, Rachel. Now.”
His tone changes, turning hard and dominant. I can’t help but respond to it. Breathing in and out quickly, I slowly spread my legs wider, giving him full view and access to my pussy. He holds eye contact with me, fingers sliding slowly up and down my pussy lips through my panties. He’s teasing me, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. His hand sinks into my underwear, feeling my warm, wet mound, and I gasp.
“You’re shaved,” he says, with some surprise. Though that surprise quickly turns to anger. Why? I wonder. Why is he angry at me?
“Who did you do this for?” His hand clenches in my hair. “Who did you shave your pussy for?”
I gasp, the terror growing cold in my chest. “No one, Marcus. I just — I did it because I like how it feels.”
“You like how it feels?” He growls, leaning in and rubbing his lips up and down my neck, then biting suddenly, though it’s just a little nip. It make me cry out in surprise. “Is your cherry still there?”
I close my eyes in embarrassment. My hands clutch his shirt. “Oh, Marcus, you can’t ask me...”
“Answer the question!”
My face gets hot, eyes still closed. I can’t look at him as I whisper, “Yes.”
His fingers go up and down my slit, rubbing me softly. He moans into my neck. “Oh, fuck.”
“What?”
“I can’t hold back any longer. I wanted to wait, to draw this out until I took you home...but I can’t. You saying your pretty little cunt is untouched makes me need it, need you, right this fucking second.”
“No! Marcus, you can’t! No!”
My mind races — I push against his powerful chest as he bears down on me, pressing me into his desk. I could offer him a hand job, a blowjob, anything... I just can’t fuck my own brother. Maybe there’s some way. I feel my cell phone in my pocket — if I could just grab it... My fingers clutch helplessly for the phone.
Marcus lets out a low chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking, Rachel. No one’s going to save you now. You’re mine. Alllllll mine.” He reaches easily into my pocket and pulls it out, tossing it to the other end of the room with a thud.
Shit.
I’m trapped. Trapped by his thigh between my legs, his body locked against mine. He pushes wildly at the papers and pen holder on his desk, shoving things off, sending objects flying. They clatter to the floor, papers sweeping across the room. He pulls me on top of it, getting between my legs, making that growl in his throat as he tears my clothes off.
“No, no no!” I beg. And yet, deep down, part of me is thrilled and excited by this. It almost feels like one of the games we’d play as a kid — when he would chase me, and I would let him catch me...
Sometimes, I’d even let him kiss me.
He pushes me down against the desk, and he’s kissing me now, wild and passionate. He’s a crazed man, crazed with lust, and I can’t stop him. I try, struggling and squirming beneath him, but it’s no use. He’s twice my size, made of pure muscle. My little body is no defense against him. I tire easily, but try to fight.
“Please, stop. Please, Marcus. Don’t do this!”
I think desperately that maybe hearing his name will change him, bring him b
ack to the calm and patient man I know him to be. But he just leans down, licking a long trail between my breasts. “Say my name again, sweetheart. I love it. I want to hear you screaming it while I fuck your pure, soft little pussy.”
His knee goes between my thighs, pressing up against my cunt. I groan and try to squirm away, but he’s trapped me. The pressure sends shivers through me, making me wet, making me want something more than just his knee there. He pins my arms down, and I feel the soft rope go around my wrist. My eyes go wide, a jolt of adrenaline and desire shooting through me. With my free hand, I suddenly reach out, slapping him hard across his face.
Shock registered there for a second, but then he smiles wickedly. “You want it rough, do you, sis? Well, good. That’s how I like it too. Another thing we have in common.” The next thing I know, he leans down, biting my bare nipple under my ripped-open blouse.
“Ohhhh!” I cry out in shock and pain, but pleasure floods between my thighs. I’m ashamed of it. My boyfriends could never satisfy me, not like I wanted. That’s why I never let any of them go all the way. Once I had one in college who I asked to tie me up, but he just laughed at me. After that, I never told anyone else about it.
The wetness pooling in my pussy at Marcus’ rough handling of me makes me hate my own desires, but I cannot honestly deny them.
He ties each of my wrists and puts a pillow under my neck. I assume that’s because he plans to have me in this position for quite some time. Then, my arms and hands incapacitated, he spreads my legs and gets down between me. He gazes down at me, pushing my skirt up. My most private parts are exposed to my own brother, who’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive.
In response, my pussy gives a faint throb. He grins and spreads my sex, opening me feasting on the sight of me. I moan softly with shame and heat, closing my eyes. I love it and I hate it at the same time. I can’t make eye contact, when he’s looking at me like this.
My blouse torn open, breasts exposed, pussy now bare for him to do what he wants with me, I’m totally in his hands. Deep down, part of me says, yes, this is what you always wanted. What you fantasized about. Don’t deny it, you horny little slut. You wanted your brother’s big cock and now he’s going to give it to you.
The tip of his finger runs slowly up my folds, tracing my clit. I bite my lip, trying to silence my moans, though it’s incredibly hard to do. My wetness sound sticky and sloppy as he pushes into me with fingers. “You’re soaking wet, Rachel. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted this as much as I do.”
He lowers his head and my eyes open, fixing on him. I can’t help it — I watch, completely entranced, as my brother’s handsome face disappears between my thighs. He plays with my opening, making it tingle, and then his tongue is between my pussy lips. “Mmm, you taste so sweet, sis.”
I shudder and try to say no again but I can’t as he suckles my clit. My bound body craves his touch, shivering underneath him, intense waves of pleasure going through me.
“No,” I breathe weakly, the protest sounding feeble even to me.
“You say no, but your body is telling me yes, sweet Rachel.” He stares up hungrily into my eyes and growl, “Give it up to me, sis.”
I know what he wants. My orgasm. I refuse outwardly, staring into his eyes in defiance — but then his tongue traces swipes along my folds and around my clit, then sucking it into his mouth firmly. “Shit,” I hiss, shuddering, my body completely betraying me. The orgasm hits me, long and hard, and I cum right into his mouth, juices flooding his stubbled jaw and chin. He sucks on me thoroughly as I cum, refusing to let go.
When the climax finally subsides, he stares at me with burning desire. “I love hearing you cum, baby. Now it’s time for you to do it again...on my cock.”
He stands up straight and starts to remove his belt buckle — and my heart pounds. I see the bulge straining in his pants. Whatever is in there, it’s huge.
And it’s about to be inside me.
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Chapter 3 — Marcus
There she is.
My smoking hot stepsister, splayed out and bound in front of me, gazing helplessly into my eyes, my cock throbbing over her wet pussy.
I just made her cum.
I intend to do it again, many times.
She’s beautiful like this. The only way to cool the ferocious anger, lust, and possessive need inside me, the need to take her, make her mine, is to be inside her. My cock aches, straining violently toward her pussy, the head pulsing in desire. I watch the flicker of emotions in her eyes — desire, defiance, anger, that faint bit of tease underneath, like she’s still taunting me. Well, what are you waiting for, Marcus? Your sister’s right here in front of you, legs spread like a whore. Stuff your cock in her and make her moan for it.
My jaw clenches as I struggle to control the raging need inside me. I stroke my cock up and down, taunting her right back. “You want this inside you, don’t you, Rachel? You’ve wanted it for ages. You teased me all these years, forcing me to listen to you fuck your boyfriends. Swimming in that fucking pool, your little swimsuit barely covering your sexy tits and pussy. Your bottom...” I run my hand over her ass, eliciting another delicious shiver from her. “Everything. Every part of you. It’s all going to be mine now. You’re going to crave this cock, your brother’s cock, like you crave the air that you breathe.”
She gasps deliciously as I drop down, wrapping my arms around her, burying my face in her neck, teasing her hair with my fingers. I breathe in her delicious scent, vanilla and strawberries, pure innocence. She’s going to be mine: my own pet, my sister and cockslave.
“Say you want me.”
She fights against me, making her breasts bounce as she shakes her head. I grasp her arms and bite slowly, marking her neck with my teeth, making her cry in surprise. She squirms, trying to get out from underneath me, but eventually gives up the struggle.
I pull back and look into her eyes, seeing the fight disappear. It’s replaced by want, sheer and delicious, the feeling I know has been suppressed in her all these years.
“I want you, brother.”
That she calls me brother confirms all my suspicions.
She only ever calls me that when she’s addressing me with true, genuine connection...that eternal bond between us.
“Say it again.”
I kiss her neck, licking gently over the mark, drawing a soft moan of pleasure from her. “I want you, Marcus...I want you inside me. Give me your cock, please.”
The words are almost as wonderful as her orgasm; I ache to be inside her, to make her virgin body cum on my dick. I stand up, positioning my tip at her entrance, and lock eyes with her, sliding inside. She opens her mouth, lips parted in a look of pure lust. She writhes as I pull back and push in, making her wetter than ever. Slowly but surely, I enter her, feeling her pussy clench at me, her body begin me to go all the way inside.
I don’t try to be gentle. I can’t. I lean in close, whispering, “Every part of you belongs to me, and every part of me belongs to you. What I give you now...it’s me. All me. For you. Until I fucking die, Rachel, I am as much yours as you are mine.”
My words affect her deeply. She cums as I push in, my lips silencing her cry as I push in, breaking her barrier. The orgasm softens the pain, and I give her time to adjust to my large cock, knowing the fullness is intense. I feel my precum dripping into her, making us both even wetter. Her body gradually relaxes. I stroke her hair, taking the pain from her, soothing and caressing her. I kiss her gently, lips brushing away the tears. “We’ll be together forever now. Nothing will take you from me, sweet sister.”
Her breasts start to bounce as I move in and out slowly, feeling her receiving me, accepting the girth of my shaft inside her wet, willing pussy. I position myself better, propping my arms on either side of her soft body as I work my cock in and out. It’s the best feeling of my life, knowing I’m inside my virgin sister, making her cum on my cock. I suck her hard nipples into my lips, lickin
g and writing my tongue around them.
She turns her head to the side, eyes closing for a moment, face a complete fucking work of art. God, she’s so hot she makes me ache. My cock throbs in response to her beauty, and she feels it, because she turns to look at me, meeting my eyes again. I start to thrust, faster now, adding pressure to her clit. Her eyes sweep up and down my body, the look on her face changing. She’s fully appreciating me now. Realizing I’m hers, too. Her gaze lands on our joined bodies, where my cock is moving in and out of her, the most erotic sensation of my life. But I can’t look; if I do, I’ll spill myself right there.
I swirl my fingers gently around her nipples and clit, moving in and out of her with my cock. “Are you ready to cum for me again, little Rachel? Ready to cum on your brother’s dick?”
“Noooo...ohhhhhh, god.” She shudders, trying to fight off her climax, but I see it’s futile. Her pussy is clenching me, clamping me harder inside her every time I call her little Rachel or sweet sister.
“Be good for me, sis. Do as I say. Cum now, love, and cum hard.”
Her eyes close as pleasure overtakes her, body shivering and writhing, pussy sucking wetly at me. She squeezes around my thick shaft as I pump powerful strokes into her. I look down, seeing her wetness all around me.
“Look, Rachel. Your body’s following my commands. You’re already bound to me, trained to orgasm when I want you to.” I kiss her. “You’re perfect, sis. I’m going to make you cum for the rest of you life, for me, as I want you to. You can fight me if you like, but it’s better if you just accept.”
She kisses back. Apparently she likes the idea.
So do I. I feel myself shooting, spilling seed deep into her body, balls twitching as I fill her tiny cunt with my thick sperm.
I lay my body against hers, feeling her heartbeat. My cock still throbs inside her, the throb matching the rhythm of her pulse. It’s like our bodies are connected, completely together, in that one single moment.
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Chapter 4 — Rachel
Feeling Marcus lie on top of me, his body heavy on mine, I find myself feeling a whirlwind of emotions. Shock that this just happened. Shame that I gave in to him like that. Satisfaction at being more thoroughly fucked than I ever have in my life. Most of all...