My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 7


The benefit was boring.

Marcus would have infinitely preferred to be at home tending to his sister’s recovery. True to his word, he had not seen her for two days and only sent word to his trusted servants this morning to have dinner brought to her temporary room. It was torture not being able to see or touch her, but if that was the only way to make her realize how much she needed him and that she was incomplete without his presence, it was what he had to do. Still, Kelly’s company was the one thing that usually made these benefits worth attending and he keenly felt her absence, especially when his father’s business acquaintances had the audacity to ask where she was.

There was also the matter of Jasmine.

He picked up Kelly’s friend at six sharp and brought her to the benefit. She was awkward and stuttered nervously when people spoke to her. It was almost an embarrassment to admit he brought her to the affair. However, with her long hair, pretty face, and the tight black dress with the slit nearly up to her hip, she managed to be one of the most beautiful trophy women in the room. Her desirability to other men was satisfying and tempted him to use her more often.

At some point, Marcus found himself outside of the grand ballroom where the event was being held and in a garden with a fountain and decorative pillars. He was not surprised when Jasmine followed him moments later and he put his plan into play.

“You’re lovely this evening,” he said as she walked toward him, causing her to blush.

“You keep saying that. Thank you,” she said, glancing down and clasping her hands in front of her. Marcus wondered if she realized the pose forced her breasts together in a tantalizing fashion.

“I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you. It must have been a year ago, when you came to the house to work with Kelly on some project,” he said as he moved toward her, reaching out and stroking the black locks from her face. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, gently caressing it in a fashion that could still be considered just friendly.

“I didn’t know you were there that day,” Jasmine said, her attention clearly more focused on his flesh touching her as she unconsciously stepped closer to him.

“I was too shy to introduce myself,” Marcus lied. The day in question he was working with his father and when he came home he was enraged that someone was occupying his sister’s time when he wanted to torment her.

“Someone like you is too pretty to look at a fellow like me,” he said, leaning his head down. A little self-deprecation always worked with women like Jasmine.

“But you’re gorgeous!” she blurted out in surprise, grabbing his shoulders and bringing their bodies closer together.

“Really?” Marcus asked as though he did not know women found him attractive. Half the women in the ballroom wanted to fuck him and discreetly gave him names and numbers.

“Oh, totally,” Jasmine said, nodding and licking her lips as his lips moved closer. She stepped a little closer to him, her breasts pushing up against his chest. Even through their clothes, Marcus could feel her hard nipples as he dipped his head a little lower and kissed her.

It was a shy kiss at first, just lips against lips, and he pulled away twice to peck softly at Jasmine before she opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside. His sister’s friend did not fight him or bite, she just submitted to his conquering of her mouth. It bored him in the wake of stealing a kiss from Kelly. He would have her friend, but it would not be a conquest worthy of note.

Marcus let his hands travel over Jasmine’s back, stroking and caressing as he pulled her closer and they continued to kiss. He let one hand drop down to test Jasmine’s willingness by groping her buttocks. A grin almost formed on his lips as she purred into his mouth.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close as he moved a hand around, finding the slit in the black dress and sliding his hand under. She let out a squeak of surprise when his fingers brushed her inner thighs and pulled away from him. For a moment he thought he moved too fast, but she was blushing bright red and smiling nervously as she turned away. Marcus smirked at her back for a moment, rubbing his damp fingers together. There was no need to be nice any more, her body was virtually begging for him and probably had been since she got into the car.

“You want more than a kiss, don’t you?” he said as he walked up behind her, pressing himself up against her. She let out an embarrassed sound but did not push him away, she ground back against him instead. Marcus wrapped his arms around and groped at her breasts, round and soft. They were larger than Kelly’s and Jasmine seemed to delight the rougher he handled them, squeezing and pinching at the nipples through the fabric.

“Like that?” he asked, earning a groan in response. A moment later he let his hand drop down and under the slit of the dress again, finding its way between Jasmine’s thighs, which she moved apart at the barest nudge. The woman was a complete whore compared to his twin, and he would take some joy in making Jasmine his personal whore. He would show Kelly that everything that belonged to her was also his.

“They always tell you normal women don’t gush like in the pornos, but feel how wet you are?” Marcus whispered as he began stroking Jasmine through the flimsy material of her panties. “Didn’t piss yourself, did you?”

Jasmine blushed at the coarse way he spoke to her, even as she closed her eyes and moaned. Her head lolled backwards to rest on his shoulder and one hand had moved to kneed the deserted breast as he continued to slid his fingers over the damp material.

“Be honest,” Marcus said as he kissed at her neck and pinched one nipple tightly between his fingers, earning a little gasp. “Did you become friends with Kelly to get to me?” Before Jasmine answered he whispered very softly in her ear: “I’ll be very, very gratified if you say yes.”

“Yes,” she said as his fingers moved inside her panties and over her clit. “Yes! You’re why I became friends with Kelly!”

“Good,” Marcus couldn’t help but say as he buried a finger inside Jasmine’s pussy and earned another cry of delight. There was a sound and Marcus looked over his shoulder a moment, just barely catching sight of a man from the benefit that was probably looking for where they had wandered off to. The man darted out of sight and Marcus made a note to himself to make sure no strange rumors were floating around the next day as he thrust another finger inside Jasmine with brutal force.

“Oh, God,” the woman moaned in the way Marcus hoped Kelly would moan for him.

He rubbed his erection between her buttocks in time with the movement of his fingers, brushing his thumb over her clit as he did. Jasmine reached one hand back and braced it against his thigh for support as her own legs threatened to buckle beneath her. After a moment she attempted to move the hand between them and succeeded in undoing the button of his trousers, though her hand fell away before she managed to pull at the zipper.

“Do you want something from me, Jasmine?” he asked in a sweet voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of her body, rubbing himself with a little more force to remind her of what she wanted.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, grinding back against him and then bucking forward the bear down on his hand.

“Tell me what you want,” he said into her ear, his free arm falling to hold her around the waist so she did not fall.

“Your penis insi – ,” she began, but he cut her off.

“You can do better,” Marcus said, making a tsk, tsk sound as he pulled his fingers out.

“Your dick,” she tried again, thrusting her hips forward to find his hand once more.

“More vulgar,” he coached as he stroked her inner thighs.

“C-cock,” she said finally, the red blush reaching the tips of her ears.

“Nice and dirty,” he agreed approvingly as he let go of her waist and pulled her over toward a wall of windows near the fountain. There was no one in the dark room that overlooked the garden, but Jasmine shivered in the fear that someone might walk in at any moment and see them.

“Put your hands on the window,” Marcus ordered as he let go of her body and unzipped his pants, letting his erection free. He stroked his hand over his hard length a few times as Jasmine mewled and did as she was told, thrusting her backside toward him. For a moment he imagined it to be his twin offering herself so wantonly to him and he felt his body respond under his hand in a way no other woman could make it.

“Your c-cock, puh-please,” Jasmine stuttered, looking over her shoulder in embarrassment.

Marcus felt an urge to simply walk away and leave her there, dripping and trembling with unstated need. Perhaps calling one or two of the men from the party to find her and utterly humiliate Jasmine, being fucked between two men while screaming would be a good look for the woman and probably let him get off faster than simply fucking her himself would. But doing that would negate his ability to use her again later, so he discarded the idea for the moment.

Marcus pulled her dress up over her hips and held it there with one hand and tore at her panties with the other, snapping the thin elastic band and watching them fall to the ground. Jasmine let out a moan as he did.

“Are you a whore, Jasmine? Do you like men ripping off your clothes?” he asked in a seductive tone that belied his words as he positioned himself behind her, erection between her thighs. A part of him wanted to degrade her into admitting herself a whore and forcing her to beg on hands and knees for the luxury of his penis, but he needed to get back to the party. If there was a next time, he would have Jasmine proclaiming herself a whore for his cock, and when he was finished with her, perhaps the treatment he pondered earlier would be in order.

Grabbing hold of her hips, Marcus slid inside Jasmine with a slow, methodic thrust. She moaned and fell against the window, her face and breasts pressed up against the glass. “Oh, God,” she said as he pulled out and then pushed in again. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”

A sneer pulled at Marcus’ lips that Jasmine could not see as he began to thrust in and out of her body. She was tight and warm, but nothing compared to the prefect fit of Kelly’s body. One encounter and his sister had ruined him for other women, not that he ever really wanted any other woman, but it was expected of him.

Jasmine came twice, screaming loudly enough that Marcus was amazed no one came to investigate, before he finally came. He pulled to cum against her thighs, releasing her hips and letting slide down the window to her knees as she panted in exhaustion. Marcus himself stumbled backward before tucking himself in and zipping up.

The blush returned to Jasmine’s face as she managed to get up off the ground and pull her dress back down over her hips. She straightened the dress, stoking her hand over it to make sure there were no visible stains or rumpling. Then she leaned down and picked up her torn panties, balling them into her hand and blushing even harder. “I-I think I need to be getting home,” she said without looking up into Marcus eyes. “If that’s okay.”

“Wait in the coatroom,” Marcus told her with a gentle smile that did not reach his eyes. “I’ll make my rounds and say my goodbyes so that we can leave.”

“Okay,” she said with a nod, still not looking at him as she walked away with a slight limp.

Marcus waited until Jasmine was out of sight and a moment more before he went and found the camcorder hiding near one of the pillars. He picked it up and turned off the recording with a little grin on his face. He was going to enjoy showing the movie to his sister.



~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~

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