by Lucas, Helen
“Or else what?” she whispered stroking my cock with one hand as she looked up at me.
“Or else I’ll punish you. And you’re going to love that.”
SARAH
I bit my lip. How had this happened to me? How had I become this little sex kitten, talking dirty… To my brother, of all people!
The thought of Damien punishing me drove me wild. Even though I hated when my father hit me, I loved the forceful feeling of Damien’s strong hands—the difference was that Damien’s hands didn’t want to hurt me—they only wanted to dominate me in order to love me better, in order to break me down and build me back up. They were done with love, not anger.
This I was sure of, even though he could never be my boyfriend.
Damien’s fingers tightened in my hair. The delicious ache of his fingers, digging into my scalp as he pressed me closer to his cock, pressed my lips against the head—it drove me wild. I could feel my thighs becoming slick with my own juices, not to mention the fact that Damien’s own seed was still fresh in my womanhood. Little shoots of pleasure erupted along my scalp as I arched my back, gasping as I felt his cock enter my lips.
I wrapped my lips tight around his shaft, swirling my tongue around him, savoring him, taking him into my mouth. This was something I had never, ever done before and it had always sort of scared me.
But now, I was here and I was doing it—I was sucking my brother’s cock. I loved the way he filled my mouth, loved the way his cock seemed to expand in my mouth, growing larger, growing harder, making me its slave as my tongue worked its way around his girth, feeling every inch of him, finding the spots where he was most sensitive.
The tip of my tongue traced the length of the long, throbbing vein that ran along the top of his shaft, savoring the way it felt, this ridge. I had to turn my head to pull off this maneuver, but I was so enthralled, so enraptured by sucking him, I was willing to do anything. I felt like I was making love to him with my mouth and I wanted him to love it as much as I was loving it.
“Fuck… You’re incredible at this, you know that?” Damien murmured. I couldn’t help but blush, pulling off of him.
“Really? This is my first time. I honestly have no idea whatsoever what I’m doing.”
“Really,” Damien confirmed, grunting and thrusting his hips forward ever so slightly by way of indicating that it was time for me to keep working. My lips drifted back to his cock again and, closing my eyes, I impaled my mouth on his shaft once more, letting the tip hit the back of my throat. I found myself gagging, but I wasn’t about to let myself lose my composure.
Damien’s firm but gentle hand on the back of my head guided me down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, into my throat. I had watched some porn, on occasion—I knew this was called deep-throating and I knew from overhearing girls at school talk that boys expected this now. It had always looked uncomfortable but now… Now I wanted to do it. Wanted to make Damien feel good. Wanted to make his cock explode in my mouth and film my throat with his hot seed. Wanted to feel it dribbling over my lips, over my tongue, wanted to swallow it all—his essence.
Look at me now, dad. You can’t fucking control me. No matter what you do, I’m my own person—and now I’m sucking off my brother in his car.
God, where did that thought come from? I had never been the rebellious type—not once. Not since I had once skipped doing my math homework for a week as a kid had I done something so rebellious, so naughty.
I guessed I was making up for lost time.
Well, frankly, I couldn’t think of anyone better able to help me than my brother. My brother, Damien.
God, those words were like a pure aphrodisiac to me. Just thinking them made me hot. Made my nipples hard and rub against my bra in a way that drove me crazy, drove me wild, made me want to tear my clothes off and jump on Damien, jump his bones—literally. Made me want to bend over and beg him to take me over and over again, beg him to fuck my brains out, fuck me like a slut.
Where were these thoughts coming from? This wasn’t me. Or maybe, just maybe, the me that had lived, terrified of my father, practically friendless for so many years—maybe that wasn’t me. The me that I thought was real had never been real.
The real me knew what she wanted. And she didn’t care what she had to do to get it. She didn’t care if it was going to be found—what she wanted—at a college on the other side of the country or in her stepbrother’s pants.
I didn’t even care, for a moment, at least, that I couldn’t be with Damien for real. Right now, all that mattered were his moans, the way his cock twitched in my mouth, and whether or not I could fit him into my mouth down to the hilt of his shaft.
And then, like that, I took a deep breath and, gagging only slightly, his cock passed through me. I held myself there for a few moments before slowly sliding off of him, slowly, ever so slowly, pulling off his throbbing, slick shaft, my lips massaging him as I went, rubbing his flesh, squeezing and gripping him.
“Jesus Christ…” Damien groaned. “That’s amazing. I thought that was something only porn stars can do.”
“I didn’t know I could do that,” I giggled.
“Let’s see if you can do it again,” Damien whispered, pressing my face back down to his cock. I gagged a little but accepted his flesh, devouring it hungrily. I began to bob on his cock, faster and faster, my lips tracing and gripping his shaft while my teeth dragged over his flesh, trying to grip his skin, eliciting soft, hungry moans from my brother’s lips.
“Fuck… Sarah… Fuck…”
God, but I loved the way he moaned my name. There was nothing hotter than feeling his burning body twitch and throb beneath me, feeling his flesh want me, demand me, hunger for me, and hearing him voice his desire.
“Faster,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum.”
I wanted to taste it. I knew this was something that girls weren’t supposed to like, but the thought of my brother, of all people, cumming in my mouth—it was so fucking naughty and dirty. It made me feel so dirty. It felt so right.
But goddamn if it didn’t also feel right.
I was practically impaling myself on his cock now, forcing it into my mouth, with no consideration for my own comfort. I was gasping for air in between strokes of my lips, but no matter—I would get him off soon, and I would breathe once I had a thick mouth of my brother’s cum.
“Shit, Sarah…” Damien grunted, his hips bouncing beneath me. I felt his cock start to twitch, start to expand in my mouth. And then he was pulsating, pumping, his hands on my head, forcing my face down to his pubic hair, down to the hilt of his shaft, of the deadly sword he had plunged into my mouth.
“Fuck…” he groaned, arching his back as the first stream of cum erupted out of his cock, filling my formerly virgin mouth. I gagged a little at the sudden injection of hot, salty-sweet cum, but I recovered and swallowed it greedily, swallowing each spurt of his load, one after another, as they flooded my mouth faster and faster.
God, but Damien had a lot of cum saved up—and this was even after he had already cum in me earlier that night.
Finally, he was finished. I pulled off his cock, cum leaking out of my mouth. I got a glimpse of myself in the car’s rear view mirror: my make up was smeared and smudged. Cum had dribbled down my chin and onto my neck and chest. My lipstick was everywhere. My eyes, already watery and messy from crying earlier, were red and slightly puffy now. I looked like a complete, totally hot mess.
“How was that?” I asked finally. Damien seemed to be on another planet. “You know, for my first blowjob.”
“I still can’t believe that was your first blow job…” Damien murmured, shaking his head. I grinned triumphantly.
“Believe it.”
“Jesus Christ, sis…”
God, I loved when he called me sis.
“So, what was that you said about a punishment?”
An evil look befitting his name spread over Damien’s face, his handsome lips twisting into a cruel sm
ile.
“Why don’t you lay yourself over my lap?”
A thrill of excitement went through my body, sending shivers up my spine as I daintily and delicately leaned forward, angling my body around the stick shift and placing myself belly down on his lap. My butt was angled up into the air and I immediately felt… Vulnerable. In the naughtiest way possible.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered as he pulled up my dress, revealing my ass.
I had a sudden flashback to my father—to the length of rubber tubing that he had picked up one day when some workers were putting up siding around our house. The house seemed to be in a permanent state of disrepair, it was so old, and it clearly drove my father insane to be sinking so much money into the family estate. But he would rather take it out on one of his daughter’s instead—forcing me over a table, hitting me with it…
“Sarah, you’re shaking,” Damien whispered. I looked back over my shoulder at him.
“Sorry. It’s weird to be doing this and… You know, actually want it.”
He nodded. His kind face seemed to understand and he ran his hand up and down the back of my thigh. His hand was warm and strong and I loved the way his palms felt against my skin. I found myself pressing back into him.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
I bit my lip and nodded. He pulled my panties down, and I felt like a bad little girl, splayed over her father’s lap. It was so wrong and so gross but I loved it and I loved the anxiety in my belly as I felt his hand rest on my cheeks.
“You’ve got a great ass, you know that?” Damien murmured. I wiggled it ever so slightly. I was hoping it would seem enticing, and not just a gross example of why I should eat less pizza.
“You’re the only one who seems to appreciate it…” I whispered.
“I’m fine with that,” he murmured, running his hand over my cheeks. “I’m fine if I can keep it all to myself.”
“That’s right,” I moaned as he gripped my flesh hard. “It’s all yours. My body is all yours. At least for tonight. As long as you want, I’m all yours, bro.”
“You don’t know how fucking sexy that is.”
And then, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. I arched my back, squealing and shuddering as my flesh wiggled and reacted to his strike.
“Are you okay? Was that okay?” he asked, concerned. The note of worry in his voice delighted me.
“Yeah. That was great. You can go harder, though…”
Was that what I really wanted? Did I want him to go harder? My heart was already pounding, slamming against my rib cage—excitement mixed with dread and anticipation of the next delicious, delicious blow…
SLAP!
I gasped, arching my back, simultaneously offering and retracting my plump ass from my brother.
“How’s that?”
“That… That’s good…” I whimpered. My pussy was absolutely soaked-whenever I shifted even slightly, I could feel it—I was making a wet spot on the leg of Damien’s pants. Fortunately, they were dark: no one would be able to tell.
“Harder?” he asked.
I paused. I hesitated. Could I do harder?
“Yeah. Harder. As hard as you can go, bro.”
Oh, god, was this going to be a mistake?
I shrieked as his hand collided with my ass. It was the most exquisite burn I had ever felt and I found myself grinding against Damien’s leg, shuddering with delight as his hand whipped against my ass over and over and over…
“Oh, god, harder…” I groaned. “It’s so good…”
Damien whipped his palm harder and harder into my bottom, grunting as I shrieked. It was good no one was around to hear.
The pain that echoed through my flesh was so beautifully cathartic—all the bad feelings, the memories of my father doing this to me—they melted away, replaced with something… Not exactly pure and good, but something that was all mine, something which did not scare me, something which I enjoyed, which gave me pleasure, and for which I hungered like nothing I had ever desired ever before.
I felt my ass growing swollen under Damien’s hand. I felt it ache, covered in hand-shaped welts, covered in the evidence of his loving abuse. Finally, his hand came to rest on my punished ass.
“You’re pretty red back here. I think you’ve had enough,” he declared, sliding his hand between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy.
“Is my punishment over for now?” I asked, panting ever so slightly. He slid a few fingers inside of me, into my still aching pussy, and I groaned pathetically, pressing my hips back onto his hand, shuddering with agonized delight.
“I could take more…” I offered, wiggling my butt.
“You might think that now, but you need to be able to sit in class on Monday,” Damien said with a laugh. I tried to come up with a retort but he was finger fucking my womanhood and I couldn’t do anything but grind my crotch against the leg of his pants, biting my lip to keep from gasping and screaming too much as he plunged his thick digits into my sore hole.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he whispered hotly in my ear as he pumped me.
“Then do it,” I groaned. “God, I want you inside of me again…”
“Beg for it,” my brother growled. Oh, god.
“Please, bro… Please… Fuck your little sister…”
“That’s so wrong,” Damien said with a laugh. “But it gets me hard.”
“I know, right?” I replied with a grin. I climbed off his lap and opened the car door. Once outside, I bent over and braced myself against the car, my swollen ass up in the air. The cool night air burnt my ass and I found myself whimpering without any provocation, just from the swelling, from the throbbing that my brother had instilled in my flesh.
And then, before I knew it, Damien was behind me. His cock was out: I could feel it. I could feel him sliding open my aching ass cheeks. I could feel him pressing his thick, throbbing, wet cock against my sloppy hole, pressing into me.
“Oh, Jesus Christ…” I squealed as he embedded himself inside of me. My insides were already swollen, although wet—I had grown tighter as a result, and my pussy squeezed him harder, grinding his cock against my walls deliciously. “Oh, god, god, god…”
“God can’t help you now,” Damien growled as he pressed his bad boy cock deeper and deeper into me, starting to pump me harder, pump me faster. “You’re all mine.”
“That’s right, that’s right, that’s right,” I gasped, reaching back to hold onto him tight, grabbing hold of part of his jacket. “I’m all yours. Fuck me harder, bro. Fuck me, baby.”
I couldn’t believe those nasty words were coming out of my mouth, raining down from my lips like a monsoon of filth. If you had told me earlier that day that I would be having wild, passionate, absolutely dirty sex with my stepbrother, and in public, no less—hell, even unprotected!—I would have said you were crazy. I would have known you were crazy.
But here I was: taking my brother’s hot, hard, throbbing flesh, gasping in time with his thrusts as he plunged himself into me, arching his back, driving his hips into me. Feeling his cock inside of me just felt right—even if it ached deliciously, it also felt like home, felt like… Like love. Like family, but in the best way.
God, was I really thinking these crazy things? These thoughts didn’t feel like me, but at the same time, they felt more natural, more me than me. Maybe, like I had been thinking before… Maybe this was the real me?
Damien threaded his fingers through my hair, gripped hard, and pulled, forcing my head back. I shuddered, grunting as my tits swung loose from my dress, moving with each thrust of his cock. He grabbed one of them, holding it tight, squeezing my flesh, squeezing and twisting my nipples hard—I’m sure I would have bruises the next day, but I didn’t care.
At least those bruises would be honest. Nothing would be hidden and I wouldn’t be ashamed of them or what they represented.
Well, maybe that wasn’t totally true…
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sp; A pang of shame ran through my body, combining with the pleasure that already tortured me, already made me want it—want my brother’s seed inside of me.
My stepbrother, I had to keep reminding myself. This big, powerful, tattooed beast of a man, a man who smelled like an animal, smelled and felt like he could hurt me just as easily as he could love me—and that’s what I wanted. To feel like I was his, like I belonged to him—it was a delectable feeling, and one I knew I could get addicted to.
And I would be ashamed of that addiction. How could I not?
Did this make me a slut?
“Fuck, Sarah…” he groaned inside of me. I arched my back as I felt his cock bulge, swell, and then finally release—stream after stream of that hot, delicious seed, his essence, filling my needy, hungry womb. What if I got pregnant from this? What would my father say? What would he do?