And footsteps walking down the hall to your sisters' room.
A door opens and then slams shut.
She's mad at you. You could recognize that sequence of sounds from a mile off. The entry and retreat of an angry younger sister.
Not that you can blame her, really, not after last time, when you... well.
You know it was wrong. You know you shouldn't have, but it just felt so good, being inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your length, shooting your...
...Yeah, you definitely shouldn't have done that. No wonder she's mad.
You go through nearly two weeks with this as your routine.
Door opens. Slams. Footsteps to her room. Her door opens. Slams.
You occupy yourself with school and homework. You want to talk to her, to apologize for the horrible thing you did to her; hell, just to see her again.
But every day, it's the same. Door opens. Slams. Footsteps. Door opens. Slams.
You mainly hide out in your room these days. You don't even know what yhou'd say if she confronted you.
For you, it's just a routine of classes, a couple hours of homework, and then crwling into bed to catch a few scant hours of sleep. College is harder than you thought.
In your dreams, you see her. You see her beautiful face, her smooth skin; you feel her breasts swell against your hands, her niples poking into your palms, your dick engulfed by her sweet, warm... NO.
No. It was a one-time thing. You can't do it again. You never should have done it in the first place.
...But you can't get the sensation out of your head.
Your little sister's pussy. Warm, wet, tight. Wrapping around your cock like a vice.
Her body, petite; easily wrapped in your arms.
Her lips, sweet and sm
*small, pressed against yours, hungry.
....
NO. Don't think about it. That's not allowed. NONE of it is allowed. You tasted the forbidden fruit, and now you have to forget it.
You have to forget how swwet it was... how warm and wet and NO.
You jerk awake, and looke at the clock. It's nearly 6 am. almost time to get up.
Class is at eight. You have to get up, unwrap your sister from yourself, take shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, head to wait what was that one part about your sister
You look down, and there she is. Snuggled against you, fast asleep, not a care in the world. Lauren, her arms wrapped around your midrrif, her head nestled into your shoulder.
Your heart skips several beats. Your little sister, the one you've loved for so long, the one you... NO, don't think about that. It's her. She's there. Wrapped around you like a lover.
But it looks like all the shifting and turning you did as you woke up has roused her as well. In her sleep, she hums and turns.
As she does so, the blanket falls off her, and you see her bare breast. Just... there. Plain as day. Your little sister's boob, pink nipple and all, begging to be groped and manhandled and sucked and CALM DOWN, boy.
You try to think rationally. Your little sister is mad at you. She'd never climb into your bed, not even clothed, let alone nude. (A quick glance under the cover confirms she is indeed nude as the day she was born).
So this must be a dream, right? You overslept, you're late for work, and you're hallucinating.
...Except the clock says it's saturday. And you're wide awake. And your little sister is vuddled against you like a cat seeking affection.
...Well, you can't turn back. You did... what you did, and now it's time to pay the piper.
"Lauren...?"
You call her name, but she just sighs and snuggles closer to you.
"Lauren! LAUREN!"
finally her eyes open. She stretches, yawns, and then looks into your eyes.
"hey."
She's sleepy at first. Rubbing her eyes, stretching.
Stretching in your arms.
Against you.
Flesh against flesh.
Hers, warm and soft against yours.
And her thights seem to be locked around one of yours. And against your knee, you could swear you feel one spot that's warmer.
As she slowly start to wake up, she looks you in the eye.
"Uh. Hey."
She rpeats herself, a little more unsure of herself, suddenly.
"H-hey?" You stamme out, not sure how to repond to this... unexpected but welcome surprise.
"...Hey, bro."
"...Hey, sis."
"...."
"..."
"...are we gonna keep saying hey or are we gonna talk?" she finally says, looking you dead in the eye and squezzing her arms around your midriff a little tighter.
"Oh. Uh... Yes? Talk, I mean. Let's talk... ?"
She continues to stare at you, but her expression softens. Her eyes are locked with yours. looking down into them, you feel almost like you could fall in at any moment.
"Look, John... You... we... I mean, you shouldn't have done that." She finally settles on a definite statement, an edge returning to her voice. Her eyes remain vulnerable though. She hasn't looked away.
"That was... that was rape. You raped me. I'm your little sister and..."
Her breathing is getting a bit faster. Her chest is pushing against yoours.
"And you're my big bro, and... you r-raped me..."
Her breathing is definitely faster now.
You see the moment and seize it.
"And? What do you want me to do about that?"
She tries to look away. You don't let her.
One hand cups her chin and brings her face up against yours.
You can see her lips quiver. Her breath is hot against your face.
Her eyes still haven't left yours.
"I w-want... I want you t-to..."
"To... what?" you breathe the words at her.
"I want you to... to... d-do it again..."
Her voice trails off with the last words, as if she's afraid even to speak them.
You heard, though.
And you can feel the wetness against your knee.
So you decide to start there.
Your draw your knee up, pressing against thart sweet little spot of warmth and wet. Lauren gasps.
"I didn't quite hear you..." you taunt, keeping your knee pressed firmly between her legs.
"I... I said I want you to - GASP"
You grab her ass cheeks firmly and press her against you, sliding your leg back down between hers.
Her eyes lose focus, and you can feel a definite trail of wetness along the top of your thigh.
She's having fun.
You're having more.
"I still didn't hear you," you repeat, leaning in to blow your breathe in her ear. Your hands cluth her ass.
"What." Slide down. Gasp. Wet.
"Do you want." Slide up. Moan. Warm.
"Me to do?" Slide down. Gasp. Tremble. Wetter.
The poor girl has her face buried in your chest now, her arms wrapped tight around you,. You can feel tremors in her hips, like she's trying to grind against you, but stopping herself midway.
"...Well?"
"I want.... I want you... to..." She forces the words out between pants.
And then she looks into your eyes again. Deep. Plaintive. Sincere.
"I want you to rape me again."
That's all you need to hear.
You squeeze your little sister against yourself, feeling her stomach pressing against your engorged penis. Oh geez. When did he wake up? I mena, it's no surprise really, but you were so focused on teasing Lauren... and you could swear it wasn't that big before.
She doesn't seem to mind, though. In fact, she's grinding against it, her little belly rubbing against the shaft.
You could almost be satisfied just with this moment. Your little sister, greedily grinding against your length, pressing it between your bodies, the soft flesh of her stomach rubbing against the glans. You could almost be satisfied.
Almost.
You roll yourself on top of her, and she spreads her legs eagerly, little gasps and mews of anticipation escaping her as she readies herself to recieve you.
The tip of your length is pressed against her entrance, and you can barely keep your hips in check. You want in. You want to be inside her. You can feel the fluids dripping down your cock, inviting you in, lubricating you so you can thrust in and violate your sister's pussy a second time.
But then a thought occurs.
"You know, Lauren..."
She looks at you, confused, wondering why your shaft isn't buried inside her yet.
"...it's not really rape if you ask for it, is it?"
Her brows knit together as she tries to process your statement through the haze of arousal.
"I... but... I... I mean, I want... I just want you to-"
"See, that's exactly what I'm talking abot." A wicked grin spreads across your face. "If you want it, it's clearly not rape."
You pull yourself away from her. Begrudgingly, you'll admit... but this will take some finesse. The sheets slide down your back, and you take a moment to appreciate the sheer beauty of your sister lying under you.
That slender, nubile form... nude, prone, completely helpless. Offering herself to you completely.
"What... what are you talking about?" She gasps out. Her chest heaves and sweel with each breath.
"If you want me to rape you, you're going to have to give me something you don't want to give," you say, licking your lips.
The possibilities spin through your mind. You could... no, that's a bit too much, at least for now. How about... nah, better work up to that bit by bit. Maybe you could... but where would you find enough rope?
Finally, you settle on something.
"I know..." you say menacingly,, walking on your knees until the tip of your cock is level with her face.
"...How about your mouth...?"
She opens said mouth to say somethng, but you predicted thes. Before she can get a syllable out, you force the tip of your cock against her lips. She struggles, trying to turn her head away, but you follow, keeping the head of your dick pressed against her lips.
She tries to push you away, her hands scrabbling at your hips and cock, trying to force the intruder back; but you simply grab both wrists and pin them above her head.
She refuses to open her mouth, wordless grunts of protest coming from between her vlenvhed teeth. The head of your cock grinds against her lips, smearing a dollop pf pre along them.
The third person is way to distracting to make the story enjoyable for me. If you just write it in first person, you will get a lot more likes. The writing overall isn't bad, just hard to follow the point of view, and several times you change to first person. It's better than the first story, so keep on writing.
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