1. Bible Belt - Part 3


    Date: 4/16/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Mind Control, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    until our parents literally had to pull us apart. But it was at this moment that I realised the sudden power in my hands. My sister not only enjoyed my cock inside of her, she was literally addicted. Now that she’d gone once, the floodgates would be down. I suddenly had no fear—there was nothing I could ask that she wouldn’t do, because in my rapidly re-hardening cock, I had all the power. I stood up. “Anne,” I said, my voice suddenly stronger than I remembered it ever being in conversation with my sister. “You’re not going on that camp next week.” Before her eyes had a chance to glaze over, I continued. “You won’t be seeing Brad again.” She sat up and started to object, but I interrupted. “You’ll ring him tomorrow—no, this morning, and you’ll leave a message. You’ll tell him that you know what he’s been doing and that you don’t ever want to see him again. You’ll tell him that if he comes near you, or your family again, you’ll go to the police. And if he ever approaches you, you’ll run away and call me immediately. Do you understand?” I’ll never get sick of that sight, my sister with her big, beautiful blue eyes, kneeling topless in front of me, submissively nodding. “Now come over here and clean me off.” Her eyes lit up at the very prospect of licking the sweat and juices off of my cock, and my eyes rolled back as she began. Epilogue: Brad left town without issue. I supervised the phone call the next morning, making sure that Anne got her whole spiel out without letting ...
    him get a word in. I closed the phone as soon as he started to reply—Anne’s eyes had already begun to glaze over. He didn’t fight it; the more I think about it, the more I reckon he was meddling with something he didn’t fully understand, and when it backfired he just found a way to get back to the city, or at least to a new town where no one knew what he was up to. Since that night, Anne and I were inseparable. We fucked at night, we fucked in the morning, and if we shared a free period at school we’d fuck in the bathroom. We got so good at it that all we needed was 10 minutes and a closed-off area. Anne’s enthusiasm never waned, and her technique never stopped improving. One time she followed me into the bathroom at church—no one suspected a thing when we returned with slightly ruffled clothing and hair. After all, who would suspect the leader of the Chastity Club, the most beloved, most holy, most wholesome girl in town of taking her brother into the bathroom and bouncing up and down on his cock for a quarter of an hour? You’d think I’d tire of her, but her passion never got old, and her array of underwear and costumes (to this day I can’t work out when she gets the time to make costumes) meant that being with her was always fresh, always as good as that first time. I struggled with it morally, for a while, but any time I got close to rationalising ending it, Anne would come into my room, and one look into those blue eyes, one look at that body that was so clearly built for ...
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