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Bible Belt - Part 2

Date: 7/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

unbuttoning, starting from the top. He led the hand halfway down and let go—the hand froze again, still like he’d never touched it. I couldn’t clearly see from that angle, but I worked out later that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a blouse, just that sweater, and a black bra underneath. I don’t know much about bra sizes or cup sizes or anything like that, but Anne was certainly not lacking. She wore clothes that masked it, but more than a few of my mates had asked me if I’d ever seen her tits—they were probably her sexiest feature, behind those huge blue eyes of hers. Brad leant right in, and spoke directly into Anne’s ear—his voice was just a whisper, but it was a small car, and I could still hear what he was saying. “Your tits, Anne.” She shuddered. Maybe she hid her tits because she thought they were disgusting, maybe she was so aroused by what Brad was going to say next, but it was a strong shudder. A shudder of either pure revulsion or exquisite excitement. “Your boobs. Your jugs. Your cans. Your hooters, your funbags, your norks, your titties.” Every time he came out with another slang term, she shuddered again. “Your breasts, Anne. Your breasts were made to please men. You were made to please men. Use your tits to make men happy. Your tits were made for cock. Do you understand?” She hissed again. It wasn’t even a word, this time. I could see little flecks of spittle land on Brad’s forehead. He ignored them. “The first cock you see will become your life. You will ... worship it, you will adore it. You will do anything and everything to keep access to that cock. You will love that cock in every way you know how. If you’re given a choice between God and that cock, between heaven and one more chance to play with it, which will you pick?” For the first time, I saw a bit of struggle in Anne. Everything else Brad had said, she’d agreed with so quickly it was like it was her idea. But this, this choice between her faith and sex, this seemed to be a battle that Brad might not win. I glanced over at Brad. He sat there calmly and cooly, watching her intently. He didn’t seem flapped at all—like if he lost, that was fine, all part of the game. A full minute passed, maybe longer. It can be hard to tell when you’re in the back seat of a car, watching your sister’s mind fight itself. Brad and Anne were still making eye contact, and most of the worry had gone out of Anne’s eyes. She still hadn’t answered Brad’s question, but she seemed to have reached a place of calm within her own head. Brad reached over, and like he had with the buttons earlier, moved her hand to between her legs, and let go. Anne’s eyes rolled back slightly, and the look of bliss returned. She whispered so softly I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. “Louder, Anne. God can’t hear you.” “Cock! Cock, cock, cock!” Brad laughed, a sharp bark that seemed completely out of place with his calm, soothing voice. He started the car, but before he started reversing, said two words to my sister. “Lesson ...