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Sibling Sex: Part 3

I laid there as dread wrapped around me.  She knew.  She knew I was a pervert.  She knew that she turned me on.  Lacey knew that I wanted to fuck her.  She knew…

…and she hadn’t called me on it.  No, she could have risen up and left without a word, or she could have yelled at me and asked what the hell I was doing.  She could’ve done all of that and more, but instead she chose to sit and stare at the bulge she had given me, and to squeeze her legs together like she was hot and bothered. 

I sat up with a jolt and stood.  Lacey wanted me.  Maybe she didn’t know it, maybe her brain hadn’t registered the fact, but her body knew. 

“My little sister wants me to fuck her.”  The whispered words were like a bomb in the living room.  They hit me with a blast that went straight to my cock.  In a daze I moved to the stairs and climbed up to the top before making my way to her room.  Standing outside, I could hear her voice through the door.  I palmed the knob and quietly opened it, peeking in.

If I had been hoping to find her frantically rubbing her underage, juicy pussy, I was in for a disappointment.  She was standing at her mirror and talking to herself.

“Jesus.  What’s fricking wrong with you, Lace?  Con’s your brother.  Snap the hell out of it.  What if he tells mom and dad?  Wha—“  I couldn’t let her go on.  I had to stop her.

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”  She shrieked and jumped, spinning around.  She backed into the vanity and nearly knocked her mirror to the floor.  Tubes of fingernail polish and lipstick rolled off to land with small thuds on the carpet. 

“Co-Connor.  What are you doing up here?”  I stepped into her room and swung her door shut behind me.  Judging from the sound of her voice, her heart was thundering in her chest just as strongly as mine was.  Neither of us was certain right now.  I peeled my shirt off over my head and let it fall to the floor.

“Connor, what are you doing?!”  I walked towards her.  She backed away, moving to the closet door.  She only stopped when her back hit it and she realized she had nowhere left to go.  I put a hand on either side of her, trapping her.  I leaned in and whispered words I had fantasized saying to her for weeks.

“I’m going to fuck you, Lacey.  I’m going to strip you naked and I’m going to eat your little pussy until you scream my name, and then I’m going to climb between your legs and fuck you full of my cum.  And you’re going to be a good girl and let me.” 

Her lips parted in a gasp and she stared at me.  Her blue eyes stared back into mine and I watched as a spark of fear struck.  Then it was smothered beneath uncertainty and just a twinge of desire.  Her pink tongue darted across her lips before she dug her perfect white teeth into her bottom lip.

“What if I don’t want to?”  Her voice had gone little-girl.  Was she doing it on purpose?  Trying to draw more blood to my cock so that I would lose my mind and rape her?

“Don’t tell me you don’t.  I saw you staring at my dick.  You want it, don’t you, Lacey?”

“Yeah?  Well I saw you staring at me, too, Connor.  So don’t sound like you’re all innocent.”

“Of course I was staring at you.  I’ve been dying to fuck you.  I jerk off every night thinking about owning you.”  A burst of lust is quickly replaced by curiosity in her pretty blues.

“Owning me?  What does that mean?”  I leaned in and let my tongue flick against her chin.  She tasted good, like sin with just a splash of salt from sweat.  I wondered if all of her tasted that way.

“I mean owning you.  Fucking you whenever I want.  Making you suck my cock whenever I say the words.  Being the only guy to use you.”  I looked down and saw her nipples poking out against her shirt.  I wanted to taste them, to bite and pinch them.  My eyes rose back to her face and she had her head back against the closet door, eyes closed.  She licked her lips and slowly opened them, staring at me with her bedroom eyes.

“But you’re my big brother.  And I’ve never sucked one of those before.”  She didn’t deny fucking, which for some reason made my cock twitch in my shorts.  “And what about dating, Connor?  I’m eighteen, I can’t not date.”

“You can learn by sucking mine.  And why do you need to date, Lacey?  Guys are just going to fuck you and leave you.  But I’m your brother, you’re right.  And that means I’m always going to love you.  Besides, we can date.  I have my own place, so you can come over anytime I want you to.  Or that you want me.”  I smiled and let my lips drift towards hers.  Just when I thought I was about to taste her kiss, she turned her head to the side.

“But it’s wrong.  I can’t.  I won’t.”  I slapped one hand against the closet door loudly and she jumped.  At the same time I pushed my other hand between her thighs and rubbed hard at her core, grinding her shorts into her pussy.  She moaned and her back arched, thrusting her breasts against my chest.

“I’m not asking.  You’re going to be mine, Lacey.  Even if I have to take it.”  Her eyes widened, and then went half-lidded.  She stared at me and licked her lips with that sinful pink tongue again.  “Do you fucking understand me?”  I pressed against her pussy again, feeling her heat through the denim.

“Y-Yes.  You’re going to have sex with me.  I can’t stop you.”  She had that little girl voice going again, but the look in her eyes was all woman.  Her mouth was saying no, but her body was screaming yes. 

“No.  I’m going to fuck you.  Say it.”  She gasped as I unsnapped the button to her shorts.

“You’re…you’re going to…I can’t, Connor.  That’s a bad word.”  I started to slide the zipper down, but stopped.  And then I started to slide it back up.  Panic blossomed in her eyes and she gripped my wrist with both of her hands, trying to stop me.  “Don’t.  Please.  Don’t stop.” 

“Then say it.” 

“I don’t want to.”

“Then you don’t want this.”  I wanted her.  Needed her.  But she wasn’t going to be calling the shots.  Too much was at risk here for me.  But it was more than that.  I wanted to dominate this relationship.  I wanted to be in control, to tell her what I wanted and have her do it. 

“I do.  I…You’re going to fuck me, Connor.  Please?”  She said it.  And asked for it.  I stared into my eighteen year old sister’s eyes, stunned.  And then I kissed her. 

It was…electric.

It was…perfect.

It was…hotter than fucking hell.

To be continued…

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