“Wow, sis. Just wow. I never thought that you had it in you. I’m not even sure of what to say about all of this. This is a huge deal, this whole fantasy of yours. You set me up for it, too, with the selection of the Purge as a film. Hell, I think that every time we’ve watched the Purge, this was on your mind. Wow,” I reacted with some shock, but after that, we both went to bed, each of us tired by the movie and conversation, though I noted that Marcy only wore my Garfield T-shirt and some of my boxers… for some reason, that actually turned me on, much to my surprise.
I thought that I was safe for the night, of course, that she planned her rape scene for later on, but I awoke around 0200 or thereabouts, to find that my wrists were bound. I panicked a bit, realizing that Marcy had decided not to let this opportunity pass, that she was going to go ahead and rape me tonight, rather than wait for another chance. Sure enough, I wasn’t alone. I had a shadowy figure in the darkness with me, but I already knew without looking that it was Marcy. She had come for me, and she was there to take me against my will.
To my surprise, Marcy didn’t bind my legs, at least not yet. Instead, she parted them and removed my boxers to expose my hard cock to her gaze. Licking her lips, Marcy moved upwards with her tongue, from my toes and feet, going up to my calves, then to my knees, making me shiver with every flick of her tongue and kiss of her soft lips on my flesh. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin, as my stepsister treated me like an ice cream cone or something. I gasped with pleasure, unable to think, as Marcy kept up the pace, circling her way closer to her target, her goal, as she went.
When she reached my groin, I knew what was up, as she got a devilish gleam in her eyes. I felt myself groaning, as Marcy slowly, teasingly, began licking and kissing the head of my cock, lathering it with her spit. When she also began playing with my balls, I shivered yet again. It was one thing to get it on with someone like Adrienne, hot stuff, but quite acceptable socially. It was quite another to have a girl who teased and taunted me, pouted to get her way, watched movies with me growing up, played catch, made me wait while she primped so that I could use the bathroom, and embarrassed me a few times while a youth, to have a girl who grew up with me and knew my flaws do this kind of thing with me.
This was a girl that I knew intimately in every way but this… until now, that is. Now she would know me this way as well. Blood or not, she was my sister, that’s how I always thought of her, and now she was changing the rules of our relationship to put sex on the table when it never had been there in the past. It also meant that she knew that I wasn’t perfect, had no illusions about me, and still wanted to fuck me. She knew that I hated mayo and only pretended to like Aunt Lydia’s macaroni salad so as not to hurt her feelings. She knew that I could go through a bag of pretzels mindlessly if not interrupted. She knew that I was easily grossed out by flatulence and had always bribed her to take my turn cleaning out the litter box… and she had always haggled with me over the bribe, too.
When Marcy finally engulfed my cock with her hot, wet mouth, taking me in to the base, I groaned yet again, unable to process such pleasures at her hand. She sucked me harder and harder, playing with my balls the whole time, too. I could see the silhouette of her hair as she blew me good, giving me head that would put even Adrienne’s to shame, and that wasn’t easy to do. More than once, I heard a popping sound as I felt her let go of my dick, but not for long. I was soon back in her mouth at the root, her warm, slick mouth feeling like a pussy right then, and a glorious one at that, nice and juicy.
It was too much, no question of that, for me to control myself much longer, even as I wondered just how my virginal stepsister became so good at blowjobs. Then I remembered that many “virgins” still gave head, partly so as to STAY virgins, of course. Was my Marcy one of that sort, and if so, why? I shuddered, gasped, and shivered once more, and then exploded in my sister’s warm and willing mouth. She lapped it up, licked her lips again, and raised herself up to my face to kiss me with a snowball. I was stunned, but I didn’t resist. This was a delightfully kinky side to Marcy and I couldn’t help but stay at least a little hard. She caught that and got up to bring over something liquid to me, some kind of beverage.
“What is that?” I asked her, speaking at last.
“Shhh… this is my time. Just drink. You’ll be in charge soon enough. Time enough for talking then. Tonight, I’m the boss,” Marcy told me, making me drink as much as I could of what turned out to be iced tea, but with a funny taste to it.
Once I swallowed that, Marcy asked me, “So, how did the Viagra taste?”
“Viagra?” I panicked now, knowing that she was determined to kill any chance of me getting a decent night’s rest to sleep off the booze… I was going to be her living, breathing Sybian and I knew it… knew it, wanted it, and also feared it.
“Yep, if I’m going to be punished for raping you later, I’m going to milk the rape for as much as I can get from it, right? In for a penny, in for a pound, and I’m getting my full time lover tonight. I’m going to ride you again and again tonight. You’ll be drained and sore… and you’ll love every second of it. Now, the rules of the Purge say 12 hours, so I figure that gives me until about two thirty or so this afternoon, right? It’s not 7 to 7, but it’s also not the right month for the Purge. It doesn’t matter. As you yourself said, the Purge isn’t real, so we can modify it as we wish,” my sweet sister coolly informed me as she planted her pussy on my face and I could smell the wonderful scent of its wetness.
It was impossible to resist, of course, and I went for it, my tongue darting at the outside first, playfully probing and teasing Marcy’s juicy twat, lapping eagerly at her fluids. There was no attempt to even pretend that I didn’t want this anymore. Far from it. I desired it. I burned for it now, whereas before I held my attraction in check and buried it in the back of my mind. It was now very much at the front of my mind instead, and God, I relished the experience! It was literally delicious to me, eating my sister’s pussy, so much that it wasn’t much longer before I greedily went deeper, wanting much more of that lady juice.
If Marcy intended a sixty-nine or something, it was too bad, because while I was tied up, right then, I was still very much in control and she knew it. Whatever my sister’s plans for me right at that moment, she was putty in my hands, or was that my tongue in this case, since my hands remained bound. At this point, she could have suffocated me and I would have been fine with trading the air to breathe for more of her sweet juices on my tongue, more of her delectable cunt on my lips. Marcy squirmed, shivered, whimpered, moaned, panted, and cursed, repeatedly in fact, as she came on my face three or four times in a row. We weren’t thinking of anything else in the past or future at that point. We were both very much living in the moment, in the present.
“Oh, God, bro… Oh, God… I wish that I knew how great you are at this! Oh, damn, I’d have had you every time you went on leave, every time that I could get you away from Adrienne and Uncle Sam! I would have pounced on you, seduced you, did whatever it took to make you mine! It wouldn’t have matter if you were married or nothing… Oh, God, I’d sell my soul for this tongue inside me!” Marcy confessed as we both collapsed from the way that my tongue feasted on her.
“So, what next? Too sore for dick?” I taunted Marcy, who giggled and gave me a very eager kiss that indicated quite the opposite.
“Um… hell, no, bro! Time to ride you at last!” Marcy told me as she climbed my now very stiff rod and started moving before I could even process what she did.
Oh, God, I thought, this was… damn! Marcy was incredibly tight, of course, confirming her story of being a virgin, and I wondered just how I would avoid cumming too quickly in such a juicy, gripping twat. The way that Marcy moved her hips didn’t hurt, either, taking me deeper with every single stroke. She obviously adored me and craved me in ways that I could never have guessed in the slightest. Sure, we loved each other, but as siblings, right? We were brother and sister, always had been, lack of blood ties notwithstanding. Now, Marcy proved that she wanted a lot more from me than just fraternal affection. She wanted my body, my wounded, scarred, damaged body… why? It wasn’t… romantic love, was it? Or was it plain old lust, and if so, why? What about me would attract her sexually at all?