Candi's chest rises and falls with her breath as she stares up at you and ou stare down at her. Neither of you moves. "What now, Mr. Monster?" she whispers equally apprehensive and eager.
You feel a familiar cold hunger, an unfulfilled ache within you. Candi can help with that. You show her your teeth and lean closer, your nose just inches from hers. "Now? Now I think is the part where I eat–" you lean close. "You." Your lips brush her ear. "Up."
Your sister shivers, crossing her legs and squeezing them tight together. She bites her lip and doesn't look away, eyes glittering with excitement.
If that's not consent then you don't know what is. You let her go and stand up, only to grab her by the hair and pull.
Candi yelps and is on her feet, grabbing your wrist defensively. "K-Kyle!"
That's still not a "no". You drag her to the kitchen and shove her toward the fridge. She stumbles against it and it when which she runs into it the crap inside rattles.
Candi breathes hard, looking at you apprehensively, unsure what you intend to do to her. "A-are you going to hurt me, Mr. Monster?" she whispers.
"Isn't that what you like?" You undo your belt.
Candi bites her lip excitedly before she seems to realize where you are. The haze of lust and marijuana wears off enough for a cold splash of reality. Her eyes widen and dart around. "W-we're in the kitchen, Kyle!" She whispers urgently.
You don't say anything, you answer by action, groping your sister's perky breasts over her tight dress, squeezing tight. She tries to squirm away from you.
"Kyle! Mom might–"
You shove her back against the fridge more firmly. The game is over. Now there are consequences. "Let her." You don't care if Mom sees you fucking your sister. In a way, you want her to. You want to revel in what you've become. You want her to see the monsters she birthed. Beside, Mom never cared enough about incest to interfere before.
You press yourself against Candi, nibbling on her neck, mindful to follow her rule as much as you don't want to. No marks. Your hands aren't idle, you shimmy her stupidly-short dress up a little higher exposing smooth, freshly shaved skin. You get it just high enough and then lift her leg, gripping her beneath her knee, leaving her standing on one foot.
She gasps and puts her arms around you, mostly for balance. "Ky– Mmm!" You press her against the fridge again and she shivers as you run your tongue up the side of her neck. You can practically feel her hot blood rushing through her veins, just beyond your reach. You want it. You want to share it with your her. Instead you lift Candi's leg a little higher and adjust position, guiding your cock into place against her tight asshole.
Candi quickly licks her hand and reaches back to rub herself, fingers working around her sensitive rim, spreading saliva over it. Her eyes don't leave yours. They're wide with apprehension, nervous fear. Good.
Once you can't wait any longer you start pressing against her and feel her whole body tense up.
Candi grips your cock, squeezing hard as she winces. "Mmmh." She strokes you gently, trying to slow your pace as you start gaining ground against her natural tightness. She whimpers and bites her lip as the pressure increases until finally she lets out a soft cry as her sphincter gives way and your cock slides into her. "Ah!" She winces when you press deeper. "Fuck, Kyle…it hurts…"
No shit. It always does. You keep going, gripping her leg tight as you push inch after inch into her, hardly giving her any time to adjust.
"Oh god," she moans. Her hand slaps against the metal flank of the fridge, fingernails dragging over the finish as she grips it like she would grip bedsheets. Your dick pulses inside her, Candi's inner muscles tightening around your in response, quivering against this violation. She squirms as you slowly but surely force your way into her.
You have her where you want her now and so you start to thrust. Unlike your frantic copulation the first night you came back, now you want to take your time, savor her. You let out a low, satisfied groan as you slip deeper and deeper into her with each push.
"Oh fuck…" Candi squeezes her eyes shut, letting her head fall forward slightly. She's desperately trying to relax, trying to find her comfort zone, but every time she's almost there you push deeper. "Shit…"
You take her by the throat and push her back against the fridge. "Look at me," you say.
Her eyes snap open, wide at first, but soon narrowing in pain. "O-oww…" she winces, staring back at you as you work deeper and deeper. She seems to get tighter with each stroke, her anal ring clenching against you, desperate to keep you out despite her apparent desire to comply. "Ahhh," she gasps, panting visibly now as you fuck her ass. Her vocalizations just make you harder. Despite her pained moans and noises of protest, Candi tilts her hips, shifting on one leg as she tries to accommodate you. Her breaths are short and shallow. "Ahhh…K-Kyle, I can't. You're too big," she whispers. "It's too deep."
"You can do it," you say, fucking her faster.
She bites her lip hard, stifling a scream. Soon she's moaning in pain. "K-Kyle please…hurry up…"
You grin at her. You're in no hurry at all. You want to feel every inch of her and make sure she feels every inch of you.
Tears form in her eyes and run down her cheeks and now your sister is openly panting with exertion as you fuck her ass. "I can't….I can't…" she whimpers.
"Yes you can," you say, grunting softly as you work, savoring the way she squeezes your cock as it slides out each time. "You can do it for me."
Her eyes flutter closed with a desperate whimper so you grab her by the chin and tilt her head up again. "Look," you growl. "Don't look away."
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears and her moans grow louder and more desperate as she trembles in your grasp. Her leg threatens to give out, but you don't relent. You know she can take it because she has before. "O-oh god, Kyle…please cum soon," she begs.
You don't stop, maintaining a steady pace as you reach into your pocket. You pull her panties out and cram them into her mouth to muffle the sounds of her agony. Candi's eyes roll back slightly but flick back to you, desperately trying to obey. She clenches her teeth, biting down on her underwear as you keep pumping her ass. Her soft moans only spur you on, faster, harder, deeper. The fridge rocks with each impact and a couple magnets fall off but you don't stop. Staring into your sister's eyes you feel your rod starting to throb inside her and you let out an involuntary moan of your own.
Candi recognizes it straight away. Her pained sounds take on a different quality and she hooks her raised leg around you, spurring you on, driving you deeper into her. Despite all her show of suffering she wants it just as bad as you do.
But you're still not ready. You lick your sister's neck again, over and over, longing to sink your teeth into that soft flesh and tear her open. Even just a nick–one tiny cut to let her blood out. You drag your tongue over her jugular vein, feeling her pulse. She could break her rule for you, just this once. The kitchen knives are within reach. Just one mark would be enough for you…
You sense you're drawing dangerously close to a line and pull back again. That impotent frustration drives you to only fuck her harder. Candi cries out against her undies, gripping your shoulders tight. Tears spill from the corners of her eyes as she looks up at you through her lashes, moaning and whining. You pull her hands off of you and pin them over her head, pressing your forehead to hers. You want to see her struggle, you want to see her suffer, you want to see her hurt. You want to see her endure it all for you.
You know that she wants that too.
Your sister's tears streak her makeup, leaving runny black trails down her cheeks. She continues to moan into her panties, breathing hard through her nose as her body quivers with each thrust. You're getting close now. The tight heat of her ass coaxes you closer and closer to orgasm.
Candi sobs as your cock swells slightly, stretching her that much more. You don't need to warn her that you're about to cum, she can feel you throbbing. She screams as you fuck her without mercy, her underwear does nothing to prevent her pained cries from echoing through the house.
You slump against your sister as you ejaculate in her ass. A wave of bliss crashes over you and your legs shake as you continue to thrust erratically. Candi is quivering too, moaning rhythmically as you pump your hot load into her. You guess she's cumming too but it's hard to tell.
"Fuck," you gasp as you feel the last drops of your semen spurt into her. You're still hard, pulsing with pleasure in her tight hole. You lean back slightly to look into your sister's tear-glazed eyes. Behind that mask of pain you can see the lust deep within her. This was exactly what she wanted–what she needed. You press your fingers into her mouth and gently pull out her panties, now soaked with her saliva, and drop them to the floor before slowly pulling out of her.
Your cock finally pops free as Candi pushes your head out. A gob of semen dribbles down her thigh and she falls to her knees, trembling. You grab her by the hair again and tilt her head back, looking down into her watery eyes as you hold your pulsing cock out in front of her. You don't need to command her, she knows what to do. You groan as your sister swirls her tongue around your head, gently cleaning it. Her soft lips kiss down the length of your shaft as she lavishes your cock with her mouth, licking every trace of fluid off you without hesitation. She takes you into her mouth, sucking softly. The hint of a smile appears as she sees you shiver and moan. Reaching up, she strokes the base of your shaft quickly.
It's too much. You gasp. "Okay."
She doesn't stop. Candi starts bobbing her head on your cock, eyes glittering deviously as she pushes you farther than you want to go. "Okay, enough," you growl, pushing her head back. Your cock pops out of her mouth, connected to her lips by strings of saliva.
"Did you like my butt?" she asks with a smirk, still slowly stroking you. You wonder how she'd feel about being slapped. Is it bad form to slap your sister after fucking her ass? You suppose that she's had enough for tonight. Let her have a little bravado at the end.
"I always do," you say, feeling deeply fatigued.
"Mmm." She reaches between her legs and her hand comes back sticky with your seed. "You made a mess." She makes a face. "I need to go take a shower."
You offer a hand and help her to her feet. "See you in bed," you say, swatting her butt roughly.
She yelps then covers her mouth, embarrassed suddenly. "You think Mom heard?"
It's your turn to grin. "I hope so."