Home, Sweet Home

So wet. So…tight. Michael knew nothing other than the blissful feeling of his little sister’s cunt gripping his cock in a vice-like grip, and he moaned throatily into her ear when he felt her inner walls squeezing even tighter, spasming, as though confused by the massive invader. There was a hot flush below where bits of blood dripped down his heavy sac, and he knew fully well that he had torn her in some form or another, and that she would be sore for days, but God…

“You feel so fucking good…”

Slowly, he ground his hips hard against hers, looking to where all but about three, possibly four inches had not made it inside of her. Michael clucked his tongue at this, lifting one hand to stroke soothingly over her cheek before suddenly gripping her chin and yanking her head back up, the back of her head knocking against the wall. She looked so perfect like that… Flushed, desperately gasping for air, beautiful eyes virtually glowing from all the tears and shock. He couldn’t help but lean forward and slide his tongue into her gaping mouth, licking tauntingly at her own tongue before forcing a heavy kiss onto her and growling as he pushed a little harder. This, of course, elicited a cry from Chyler, who could do little more than bear it all. Chuckling darkly, Michael withdrew, licking his lips and forcing her head back down to see where he was inside of her.

“Look, baby… You didn’t get it all the first time. Looks like we’ve got some work to do, hmm?” Digging his nails sharply into her ass, he began to rake the nails of his opposite down from her chin, her neck, over her chest and further down her stomach, creating little pink welts all the way to the bulge in her lower abdomen. Her older sibling could only croon as he rubbed at it, moaning loudly as he felt himself touching the head of his meaty cock from outside of her body. “Fuck,” He cursed, quickly grabbing at her other ass cheek and withdrawing slowly, looking down to where it slid out with sickeningly sweet noises, the veiny shaft coated in a thin layer of blood, mixed with her juices. Michael groaned at the sight of it, his matching eyes glaring down at where that sweet little cunt continued to grip viciously at his cock, almost as though it wanted to suck him right back in. Another throaty chuckle left him as he looked up, smirking to where his baby sister’s chin rested atop her chest, still breathing heavily as she stared, wide-eyed and in obvious shock, at the monstrous flesh below. Abruptly, he shoved himself back in, causing her to cry loudly as he slammed her body back into the wall, he moaning at the sweetly tight grip of her cunt as it clamped down on his cock once more. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to where only about two inches was outside, the bulge in her abdomen larger.

“Fucking…” Withdrawing yet again, Michael repeated the motion even harder, but still not all of it went in. “…take it, you whore!” He roared, this time pulling out and shoving back so hard, that Chyler’s scream was similar to when he had first shoved in, his chest crushing heavily against hers, slamming into it. He worried for a split second that he may have broken one of his little sister’s ribs, but all of that went away when he looked down to see every inch of his cock buried inside of her. Laughing triumphantly, he took one full ass cheek in each palm and began to squeeze roughly, half massaging them, as he actually allowed her the time to adjust some, her sobs loud and broken where she continued to hyperventilate. Michael simply didn’t care that he was hurting her---he didn’t care if she was trembling violently from the shock or for that pained expression on her face. Leaning forward, he purred, licking her shoulder and neck, lips clamping down on the flesh and sucking hard, leaving a large red hickey in his wake. “Mmm…my little slut…you’re making your brother’s cock feel so good…” As though to make a point, he ground himself against her again, their pelvises rubbing against one another, he using his grip on her ass to draw her forward into it.

When he finally felt that Chyler was ready, he began to with draw from the sopping cunt, only halfway this time, and thrust back in, beginning to fuck his little sister at a fairly normal pace, simply stretching her to suit him, but even that was a difficult task---that sweet little pussy didn’t really want to stretch like that, constantly gripping his massive cock, suctioning onto it greedily. Grunting, it eventually became too much to focus on and Michael began to drive himself at full force, fucking her brutally, sliding his cock in and out of her in quick jabs. He was moaning loudly, growling and grunting, absolutely in love with the way she felt, the way his balls slapped up against that little rosebud of her anus every time, his hands keeping her cheeks parted. He couldn’t even hear Chyler’s cries, or lack thereof, as she eventually went limp in his arms, only able to stare disbelievingly below. It didn’t take him long, however, after so much foreplay, to get close… He felt her cunt quivering around him and knew that she, too, wouldn’t be able to escape cumming for him. Hellbent on humiliating his little sister once more by forcing her cum for him, Michael moved one hand from her ass and around between her legs, beginning to furiously rub at her clit as he fucked her wildly, bouncing her body up and down his cock, against the wall. Soon, she was crying out again, twisting to try and escape the touch, but he wouldn’t let her. He even held out on his own orgasm until he heard her, her breath hitching in her throat, her cunt clamping down on him as he stroked both her clit and her g-spot, rubbing both with a fervor that no man would ever be able to match. Her cunt belonged to him---it was his. It was molded to the shape of his cock, and no one was ever going to change that. Moaning into her ear, he began to pant there, whispering heatedly as he continued to ram himself in and out, fingers rubbing hard at that little bud, hearing her panting against his ear as she tried her damnedest to hold back. “You know you want it, you fucking slut… You love having my cock in your cunt. You want to feel it all the time… You’re going to beg me to fuck you at night when Mom and Dad are asleep. You’ll beg me to let you suck my cock in the back of the car on road trips… You’re going to think of nothing but my cock and it kills you, doesn’t it? My fucking whore…” He hissed the last part as, at long last, Chyler finally came again with a scream, bucking her hips uselessly against his continuous thrusts, his fingers making sure to rub and rub and rub until he was positive she had ridden it out. However, it lasted for quite some time, her inner walls clenching onto his cock, milking him, making it almost hard to pull out, feeling as though he would rip her insides out with every pull. Finally, with a howl, Michael began to cum, spilling his boiling seed partially into his sister’s womb before ripping himself out, and continuing to cum spurt after spurt on her lower abdomen, her stomach, her tits. Some even made it up to her neck and jaw, and it was almost as though he’d never stop, continuing to fist his cock even after to make sure not a drop was wasted. Panting, finally he finished, and a moment was taken to admire his work---Chyler, dangling helplessly from the hook, coated in his cum, her pussy swollen from the abuse. She cried quietly with her head down, humiliated after cumming for a second time for him. Chuckling, Michael stepped forth, yanking her head up and kissing her roughly as he slowly pulled her off of the hook, the chains coming loose, before he unceremoniously dropped her onto the floor and stepped back.

Still, perfect. There she was, her wrists bleeding slightly, bruised from hanging like that, little pinches of blood flowing lightly down. Her face was flushed, her eyes eerily bright, and she was perfectly painted all over with his thick, creamy cum. “Go shower, you fucking whore,” Michael said, grinning slowly to himself as he turned and began to walk from the room. “…my fucking whore.”

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End, folks. Sorry that took so long---I really didn’t mean for it to. Also, I apologize for all the typos in previous chapters, and even the ones here. It’s hard to stay fully focused when writing a piece like this.

But yeah. What’d you think? Thoughts? Comments? Should I bother letting the torment continue? Let me know, folks. ;D

By the by, on the note about being picky, yada, yada, “She’s so hot.” I put that in the story for a reason. The guys are meant to be utterly infatuated with her, namely for her new look---and, quite frankly, she IS ‘so fucking hot.’ Thanks for your commentary regardless, but I felt that this was something that needed to be explained.