Fucking Your Little Sister
It’d take months for you to introduce me to your family. Not because of your overly-curious parents. Not because of your loser brother. But because of your little sister. As soon as she’d walk into the room, it’d all click into place. The reason why you’d never show me photos of her. The reason why you’d hold off on introducing us for so long.
A tighter ass, a sluttier waist, better tits, and a prettier face. She’d look exactly like the pornstars you’d jerk me off to every night, and you’d know it. I’d introduce myself warmly, my eyes and hands lingering a little too long, a little too much. She’d notice, of course. What man would so openly disrespect their own girlfriend without hearing a word of anger? As soon as you’d see her lift an eyebrow, intrigued, you’d realise you’d already lost.
I’d spend the next few hours, ignoring you, focusing on her, our laughs becoming more and more frequent, our voices becoming more and more hushed. What would we be exchanging? Insults and secrets about you? Flirty banter? Or maybe we’d just talk about how badly we needed to fuck each other, not giving a shit about you.
You’d see my hands move further down her body, from shoulder bumps to briefly brushing her back, long sweeps across her thighs… and then, when we’re both stood up, you’ll watch your own boyfriend grope and fondle your little sister’s perfect fucking ass. You’d watch my fingers sink into soft flesh, my hard cock bulging against my pants, and my words becoming louder and more depraved. She’d either be too turned on to notice your tears or she simply wouldn’t care. Could you imagine that? Your own baby sister who you loved and fought for? Betraying you for your boyfriend’s cock? Perhaps she’d already known what a pathetic cuck you are.
We’d walk to your room, all pretences dropped while you play and fiddle with your neglected, dripping cunt, following behind. You’d be met with a locked door and the sounds of our moans. You’d hear us fucking on your bed. My animalistic groans while I pump my heavy cock inside her little cunt, stretching her out, abusing her with passion I could never show for you. My own perfect pornstar in the flesh that I’d breed, regardless of how much you begged me not to. Something would snap inside your sister. Your sisterhood would break with it. And then she’d ask me one question.
“Who’s better?”
I’d howl her name, railing her perfect fuckbox harder, yelling it again and again, knowing you’d be outside furiously fingering yourself, unable to even stop us. Perhaps you’d cum. Maybe you wouldn’t. Either way, you’d have to listen to the sounds of our loud, passionate fucking for hours until the rest of your family came back home.