by DA Edwards
I feel a strange sense of bonding to him. Even though we aren’t blood-related, I feel like he’s my real brother in that moment. A fucked up kind of relationship for brother and sis to have...but yet it’s weirdly romantic.
I also don’t understand why I responded to him like that. Being tied down and forced to submit is supposed to be a cardinal sin, the most terrifying thing women could imagine. Yet I orgasmed because of it. Am I just as much a monster as he is?
Marcus raises his head and kisses me, cupping my jaw. Once I again, I find myself kissing back, like I’m not even in control of my body, just somehow doing what feels good in the moment. And right now, kissing him feels amazing. He pulls out of me, his cum spilling down my thighs; I feel the thick fluid leaking down my skin.
“I need to finish my work for the day. That’ll calm me down for now. I’ve got a few more hours until I’m done. For now, I’ll let you use the bed I keep in my back room to rest. Then we’ll get dinner, head home, and we can have some real fun.”
He reaches into his desk for some wet wipes and begins cleaning me up. He’s suddenly so gentle. It’s disconcerting, yet sweet. He unties, me carefully kissing each of my wrists, rubbing the sore spots until they no longer ache. He cleans his body as well, and my sex pulses with new desire as I watch the shaft of his cock rise a bit. Just the sight of that large member is enough to excite me.
He must sense it, because as he pulls up his pants again, he’s as hard as he was before. Precum slides from the head of him, my vagina clenching in response. Why am I doing this, responding to him so? Why is my body already conditioned to receive him, to get turned on at his need?
His cock is amazing. I can’t deny I want it. In my body, everywhere. Lips, cunt, ass...I don’t care. I just want him to fill me again.
As he promises, he takes me into his back room and turns down the spare bed for me. He’s still treating me with that gentle way, like I’m a pet for him, someone for him to care for. I remember him being this way any time I would get sick. He always gave me such tenderness, feeding me soup, giving me cold compresses on my forehead, fussing over me. It made me loved and wanted.
This time is no different. Except he’s caring for me from his own abuse. Abuse from his cock, which I loved every minute of.
He strips off the rest of my torn clothes and helps me into the soft covers. “Sleep now, doll. When you wake up, I’ll be finished and we can go home.”
I find myself resting back against the pillow, easily lulled into the luxurious, silken sheets. Apparently his billion-dollar business has allowed him plenty of luxury. My eyes catch one last glimpse of that throbbing cock under his pants, then he kisses me on the forehead.
I fall asleep easily — and sleep soundly, more than I have in months. Maybe years.
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Chapter 5 — Marcus
I finish up work for the day; most of it is business calls, checking in with some partners. A few financial things I take care of quickly. It’s hard to concentrate, knowing Rachel’s sexy little body is in there in my bed, just waiting for me to take her again.
When I’m done, I go into the doorway of my back office and watch her sleep. She looks angelic, her blonde hair falling slightly over her face as she’s turned onto one side. It strikes me that even though she’s mine, even though I’ve taken her, I never knew what it was like to be possessive, crazed with lust. I don’t feel in control of myself. Maybe I tied her up, but I feel constrained by the burning need, this anger inside me to use her, have her all the time, feel her around me constantly. I can never get enough of her, and it’s hard to handle.
She opens her eyes, stirring awake. We share a look. I see the same dark yearning in her gaze that’s in mine. I cross the room and go to her, sitting down and stroking her hair.
“Was it everything you wanted it to be?” I ask.
She sits up, holding the blankets to her chest. She leans in and kisses me softly. “Even better.”
I smile and cradle her in my arms. The agreement was simple. A shared fantasy, one we had discussed for years prior. We’d both been too scared to take the leap. It started out with a phone call, then another, then more after that. Soon we were chatting nightly, and talking about more than just “sibling stuff” — unless siblings tend to talk about raunchy sex fantasies on a daily basis.
The day she told me she wanted to make those fantasies reality, I was completely floored.
Eventually, I accepted.
“Does it scare you?” she asks, stroking my cheek, turning me to look at her.
“Does what?”
“How this feels. How all of it feels...us.”
I take in a deep breath and let it out. “What scares me most is how strong I want you. Crave you. It overtakes me. What I did in there, Rachel — it wasn’t faked. I really do feel that way, sis. I’m crazy about you.”
She nuzzles my neck. “I’m crazy about you too.” She gives me a sly smile. “I just never thought it’d be my own brother taking my virginity.”
I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling her instantly start to spread for me. “I want so much more, sis. I need more...”
“Then take it. I’m ready to give you everything, Marcus.”
We kiss. She pulls me on top of her, helping me get my pants down, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. Moments later I’m inside her, sliding in easily to her freshly-wet pussy. She wraps her legs around me and we make love, tenderly this time, taking our time where before it was rough and hard and urgent.
I slide inside and out of her. She wraps her arms around me and whispers, “I feel so safe in your arms. Finally secure. My big brother’s cock inside me, his warmth all around me.”
“Always, sweet Rachel.”
She smiles, a look of pure pleasure. I knew she always wanted to belong to me; we just had to take that step together, to cross that boundary. “I’m never letting you go, sweetheart. Not now that I have you,” I tell her fiercely, burying my face in her neck.
“Never,” she whispers back. “I’ll always belong to you, Marcus.”
I feel her cumming around me, her breath turning to short gasps as her orgasm overtakes her. Seconds later, I spill myself inside her, pumping her full of my cum. We lie together, panting and sated.
“So,” she says, kissing me on the lips and smiling. “How about that dinner you promised?”
I chuckle. “Sounds like a good idea, sis. Sounds like an excellent idea.”
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Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story, check out the others I’ve written:
A Mother’s Secret
A Forbidden Affair
Submit to Him
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 — Marcus
Chapter 2 — Rachel
Chapter 3 — Marcus
Chapter 4 — Rachel
Chapter 5 — Marcus
