Say my name! Chapter 8
anonymous
April 26 2014, 12:03:35 UTC
The next morning Jane woke up slowly, stretching in her bed, feeling soreness between her thighs. 'Hrmmm good sex.' She sat up with a wince, her hand pressed onto her mouth. 'John... He... Oh my god. He fucked me. My brother fucked me. No, no, no, no! This can't happen to me. I had sex with my brother.' She bit her lip and turned her head slowly. She sighed in relief when she realized her brothers bed was empty, stumbled out of her bed, grabbed her work uniform and hurried into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, curling into a ball. Janes thoughts were racing, her teeth biting down hard on her fingers.
'Why did he do this to me? Oh my god I feel so humiliated. I can never look at him again. Why? Why did he do this?'
A tiny voice in her mind spoke then. 'He is not the only one to blame. He may started it, but I could always said no, stop. And I know he would have left me alone. But instead a let him do with me what he wanted. Showed him I wanted it too. Opening my cunt for him, wringing like a needy little slut under him, begging him to fuck me hard. I am as much at fault here as he. And I enjoyed it. Very much so. That he is my brother even gave me an extra kick.'
Jane was never one to lie to herself and she needed to face a hard truth now. She may never imagined having anything sexual with John but her thoughts were often anything but innocent. How many times had she appreciated his physique? Looked at his very nice butt, his abs, his full lips. He was gorgeous and she had always thought so. Strong chin, arrogant nose, intense gray-blue eyes. He was a cop at c-sec and stayed fit, his shoulders broad, slim waist, strong muscles everywhere.
Hadn't she enjoyed to peek out of her blankets when he stood up in the morning, his wonderful cock hard and pointing at her. And at night, when John touched himself, hadn't she listened, straining to hear ever tiny grunt he made, the slapping of his hand pumping his shaft. She had imagined how it would look, his big hands and strong fingers around his maleness, precum glistening at the tip. Once or twice she wondered how he prevented to stain his sheets, but everybody knew about socks. Jane didn't know when it started but every time John touchy himself, her fingers wandered to her slit, fingering her pussy.
When he hugged her she always took a deep breath, drinking in his scent musky scent of gun oil and pine. She always hugged him back hard, enjoying the pressure of his chest against her breasts. She never consciously thought of her brother as a sexual being but there were certainly times she saw him as a male, not a sibling.
Jane rose, shrugged out of the shirt and looked into the mirror. Her lips still slightly swollen from his passionate kiss, her right nipple was still red and sensitive from his touch. On her tits and belly the dried stains from his cum. Light red spots on her hips where his hands had grabbed her hard. The woman stepped out of her thong and saw where both their fluids soaked into the clothing. In the mirror she looked at the red and blue spot on her neck now. And her muddled memories became sharp and clear. A moan escaped her lips and she got instantly wet. She remembered his hands on her body, his cock inside of her, his lips on her mouth. 'No. No matter how much I enjoyed it, it's still wrong, sick. We can't... I'll just forget this night and act as if nothing happened.'
Jane dropped her dirty panty and stepped into the shower. The water as hot as she could take it she scrubbed herself clean, inside and out. After drying herself she realized that she hadn't brought fresh underwear and stared and her soiled thong for a long moment. Jane took it and slipped into it. It was sick and wrong but the thought gave her a warm feeling in her core. 'I'm such a sick little cunt.' After she dressed herself in her work uniform she took a last look into the mirror. The long dress concealed her body but she realized for the first time that her nipples were visible. Maybe she should start wearing bras. She didn't like them, to tight and very uncomfortable. And in a world of gene mods she certainly didn't need them. At least the dress had a high collar so the hickey wasn't visible.
'Why did he do this to me? Oh my god I feel so humiliated. I can never look at him again. Why? Why did he do this?'
A tiny voice in her mind spoke then. 'He is not the only one to blame. He may started it, but I could always said no, stop. And I know he would have left me alone. But instead a let him do with me what he wanted. Showed him I wanted it too. Opening my cunt for him, wringing like a needy little slut under him, begging him to fuck me hard. I am as much at fault here as he. And I enjoyed it. Very much so. That he is my brother even gave me an extra kick.'
Jane was never one to lie to herself and she needed to face a hard truth now. She may never imagined having anything sexual with John but her thoughts were often anything but innocent. How many times had she appreciated his physique? Looked at his very nice butt, his abs, his full lips. He was gorgeous and she had always thought so. Strong chin, arrogant nose, intense gray-blue eyes. He was a cop at c-sec and stayed fit, his shoulders broad, slim waist, strong muscles everywhere.
Hadn't she enjoyed to peek out of her blankets when he stood up in the morning, his wonderful cock hard and pointing at her. And at night, when John touched himself, hadn't she listened, straining to hear ever tiny grunt he made, the slapping of his hand pumping his shaft. She had imagined how it would look, his big hands and strong fingers around his maleness, precum glistening at the tip. Once or twice she wondered how he prevented to stain his sheets, but everybody knew about socks. Jane didn't know when it started but every time John touchy himself, her fingers wandered to her slit, fingering her pussy.
When he hugged her she always took a deep breath, drinking in his scent musky scent of gun oil and pine. She always hugged him back hard, enjoying the pressure of his chest against her breasts. She never consciously thought of her brother as a sexual being but there were certainly times she saw him as a male, not a sibling.
Jane rose, shrugged out of the shirt and looked into the mirror. Her lips still slightly swollen from his passionate kiss, her right nipple was still red and sensitive from his touch. On her tits and belly the dried stains from his cum. Light red spots on her hips where his hands had grabbed her hard. The woman stepped out of her thong and saw where both their fluids soaked into the clothing. In the mirror she looked at the red and blue spot on her neck now. And her muddled memories became sharp and clear. A moan escaped her lips and she got instantly wet. She remembered his hands on her body, his cock inside of her, his lips on her mouth. 'No. No matter how much I enjoyed it, it's still wrong, sick. We can't... I'll just forget this night and act as if nothing happened.'
Jane dropped her dirty panty and stepped into the shower. The water as hot as she could take it she scrubbed herself clean, inside and out. After drying herself she realized that she hadn't brought fresh underwear and stared and her soiled thong for a long moment. Jane took it and slipped into it. It was sick and wrong but the thought gave her a warm feeling in her core. 'I'm such a sick little cunt.' After she dressed herself in her work uniform she took a last look into the mirror. The long dress concealed her body but she realized for the first time that her nipples were visible. Maybe she should start wearing bras. She didn't like them, to tight and very uncomfortable. And in a world of gene mods she certainly didn't need them. At least the dress had a high collar so the hickey wasn't visible.
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