Taking Ownership Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Taking Ownership Pt. 02 by Aryas_Brother,Aryas_Brother Knowledge is key, in any given situation, minus the time overhead of figuring shit out, knowing trumps almost all advantages. But knowing is the same as certainty, and that is one thing I have always been certain doesn’t exist. Irrefutable evidence probably has been discovered somewhere, someplace and sometime, I have yet to witnessed it in relation to women. Overwhelmingly stubborn, moods as shifting as the winds and communication which belighs the meaning of the word, makes certainty never an absolute, especially when attributed to women. Maybe that maelstrom of illogic, abstract reasoning and fickleness makes them so appealing. I just wish I was certain in my knowing, and not being drawn by my personal whims and desires.

Spending the night in my sisters bed, scratch that, waking up to the beautiful sight of a tousseled haired brunette curled up on my chest. Leg wrapped round me, one hand still lightly holding onto my dick is still one of the most hottest sights I’ve ever experienced, the fact that she was my sister burned the experience even warmer.

The obvious reaction was boiling to the front, my morning wood greeted the day, and I was rock hard. My body kicked into overdrive, filling my bloodstream with a potent cocktail of lustful desire. But what most people forget, morning wood isn’t about arousal alone, it’s the auto mechanism shouting, bladder full empty me. So, which should I choose, satisfy my brain or follow my bodies demands to clear toxins. Fuck, I’ve never been good at following instructions.

Thinking I’d actually get some help with my morning wood, was competing with my desire to pee. For a moment I considered just free firing my pee onto Maria’s compulent form, but quickly decided against it. I’ll mark my territory in the fullness of time, but for now, extradition and urination. Using my legs to shift hers, I gently tried to remove her hand from my penis, but she suddenly gripped it tight. I won’t lie, it felt amazing, and the longer she held it, the firmer her grip, the more aroused I became.

This was dangerous, I’m close to pissing the bed, I’m close to fainting from the intensity of the pleasure, and in my neathers, a build up of pressure was at an all time high. Two fronts raged at one another cum and urine, and moving her hand now seemed to be a mistake, any friction would tip the balance in the conflict, and her vice like grip was almost the only factor in holding my pee in.

Trying to calm down using breathing exercises, I rotated toward her, facing her and gently tried to remove her hand. It was strange working against my own desires, and a part of me told me to let go and that she kind of deserved to be soaked in cum and piss, should probably spit on her too. Confused by my own thought patterns, where the hell did these ideas keep intruding from? It was no good, I was past the point of no return, all I can manage now is damage control. She finally slackened her grip, cum shot forth, and just as I was relieved of the lessening of my build up, I lost control, as if my prostrate had been prodded by a hot poker I lost the ability to hold back and a burst of urine fired forth. Impossibly I managed to stop more coming out, but the damage was done, poor Maria had been soaked, in a mixture of piss and sperm. I made my way to the bathroom, too little, too late. I heard Maria’s shocked voice exclaiming “ugh, you pissed on me”.

While in the bathroom, I listened to Maria leave her room and head downstairs. I quickly went into her room to inspect the damage, luckily the bedding all seemed dry enough, I stripped the bedding regardless and bundled up the sheeting and covers, ready to do some laundry.

I sighed deeply, and after muttering “fuck” a few times, and contextually it was shit. I decided to bite the bullet and head downstairs and face the music.

Tentatively I made my way to the living room, which is connected to a long galley kitchen to a ground floor bathroom. Mentally prepping myself for the showdown. Maria I could hear was still in the bathroom, I decided it might be worth getting some Intel on her deposition. The bathroom door had two ‘minor’ defects, a tiny pin hole in the paneling, only I seemed to have discovered, and a much larger hole where the handle used to be. I had yet to replace it, the mechanism didn’t seem to do very well with the massive humidity the large walk in shower produced. Peaking through each of the two gaps I got my first real view of Maria naked.

Not a perfect full picture, but I could see enough of her to confirm three things, one she had one great body, like awesome. Her tits were definitely somewhere is the C range, great gripable handfuls, and mouthfuls for that, two she didn’t look fuming mad, three… She was clearly masterbating. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub placed in one corner, she was using a towel to rub her nether, as I repositioned, I could make out her slightly opened mouth, head titled back, eyes glazed over, as if she was digging deep into imagination or memory.

OK, so that really turned me on, even after blasting my load not 1 hour ago, my dick had awoken up like the Great Sarlacc. I returned to the living room.

Logic, she’s turned on, so she took care of herself. But it doesn’t mean she isn’t pissed at me, after all, I had literally just pissed on her.

Maria walked out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, body drapped in a bathrobe. Knowing her naked form was beneath it, made me wish I could just rip it off her and go munchie on her vagina. Since I’ve yet to have breakfast, may as well have one of my five a day on her peach, two of five, have some melon too.

As she entered the room, looked at me, and asked, “what we eating, I’m starving”. Taken aback expecting anything from a tirade to a angry glare, not, well nonchalant. So, I guess we are still doing the, acting normal / nothing happened routine. A reprieve, that works for me, although, knowing my sisters that could just mean she could be holding back for later.

I shrugged and commented on that it was closer to lunch then any breakfast, and asked for her input. I casually walked over to a sofa and planted, strategically out of her line of sight, so that I could freely check her out. Her legs looked pretty good, shapely, her ass was like a peach, sheathed in nothing more than a over engineered towel. Oh how I desperately desired to slam her against a wall, kiss her deeply and explore her feminine form under those damned robes.

I hear her mutter something about wouldn’t mind having some meat, but out loud she suggested Pizza, we agreed a type and I pulled out my phone. Under the guise of ordering I took the opportunity to take some picks of her ass, and as she turned a decent shot of her cleaverage. She pulled the towel from her hair, and her robe ‘accidentally’ slipped open slightly I snapped away as she was distracted, as she dryed her hair she lightly spread her legs, so I kneeled quickly to grab a few of her honeypot.

I silently returned to my seat and ordered the pizza, gave Maria an eta for the delivery and excused myself saying I needed to handle something. She gave me an annoyed look, but never said anything as I returned to her room, mine still being loaned out. Jumping onto the top bunk, I tugged off my shorts and went to town on my dick. Almost abusive in my administration, I kept replaying the scene I witnessed in the bathroom, referring to my captured images of sweet Maria’s assets. I really wanted to get past the post, but was heard a car pull up outside. Annoyed I caged the serpent, and headed off Maria before the food delivery guy could get an eyeful of her barely clad form, I’m not the sharing type.

On my way back to the living / dining room, I saw Maria making herself comfortable in the front room, the coffee table already adorened with drinks, glasses and a couple of plates. I positioned the pizza and sat down next to her, she was still in her robe. As I began serving us and pouring drinks, Maria spooled up something to watch, she played Game of Thrones, I looked at her quizzically, she shrugged and said she had decided to rewatch the series. I wasn’t really surprised, she was a huge fan and slept with a copy of A Song of Ice and Fire next to her bed.

We ate for about 20 minutes, watching the first episode, my dick ached at the parade of flesh on screen, my unfinished wank upstairs, and Maria’s semi naked body oppressing me. I decided I needed a break and said I was going to make some tea, she replied hot chocolate. I gathered the remains of our meal and headed to the kitchen. I put away the dirty dishes, stowed the last of the pizza, and made the hot beverages. I returned 10 minutes later, the episode was still running, and Maria had fallen asleep.

She was laying at a slight angle, mostly on her back, one leg hanging off the side, one leg crooked, bent over the other, arms over her head. I don’t know why, but the pure submissive pose of a girl, arms over the head always got me going, it was as if they were surrendering their body for use. Her head was on the arm rest, positioned near the edge. My blood boiled, her robe was still fastened, but the knot looked lazy, as if the tiniest amount of coaxing, would release her fully to me.

The argument in my brain was running to an all time high. The logic here seemed to scream at me, she knows you were coming, she put on a episode where siblings where about to fuck, infact we were nearly to the part where Cersi and Jamie were going to be going at it doggy style. All roads seemed to indicate she was being as inviting as possible, she engineered it so that I would be as turned on as possible, and no way could anyone fall asleep that fast. OK, so, let’s just investigate a little, if she really did mean for me to explore her, she would be pliant.

I quietly approached, stalking in like some primeval hunter ready to pounce on a deer. I guess I should see if her legs open, I gently pushed her knee up, there was zero resistance. Her bent knee spread wide her pelvis as I had lifted her leg, so invitation. Her robe was poorly secured, I undid her robes knot, with no effort, so acceptance. At the same time her head tilted back, lips parting, ready for an intrusion, so permission.

So you have a beautiful girl, what do you do first, admire her naked body, eat her cunt as a thank you / sorry for pissing all over her, or slip your dick in her inviting mouth. My body shuddered with anticipation, my dick throbbed and balls ached. I gently opened her robe, trying to discreetly open it, it was partially trapped below her. I quietly apologised, explaining it was trapped and tugged it free, she didn’t respond, continuing her sleep routine. I admired her beautiful sexy ass flesh. Lightly brown skin, darkish brown areola and nipples. I breathed in her feminine smells as I crawled over her and began to lightly tongue her nipples, giving gentle sweet sucks and flicks with my tongue to each sweet breast, I kissed her jaw, I kissed her throat. I made myself south, kissing and stopping off at the two peaks to give them another lick and kiss of appreciation. Maria was breathing heavy, her hips lifted slightly. I continued making my way down, slowly, eventually coming face to face with her pussy.

It was my first time being face to face so, may as well be polite is said, “Hi nice to meet you”, I then leaned in for a kiss. Without making this into a ‘how to’ manual for cunnilingus. I essentially explored with my tongue, dived in as deep as I can and do the worm, then head up north, form a suction over her clit and vary from using the full length of my tongue to grind over her clit or flick it with my tongue tip.

Maria below me, went wild, somehow keeping her asleep facade, she wriggled, hips alternating between thrusting, angling sideways and rolling. I stayed on target, aiming for that small thermal exhaust port right above the main port. Pitch and roll maneuvers, everything didn’t deter me. I took a minute to grab the remote and put the Lannister twins fuck session on repeat, Maria let out a little complaint of a whine. “There, keep watching that while I make you cum”, I tell Maria, knowing full well, there’s no fucking way she’s asleep during this.

I get back to work, eating her out, tweaking her nipples with my finger tips, thumb and forefinger and trying my hardest to see if I can see anything on her facial features. I swear I can see her eyes barely open focusing on the twins going at it. I keep going, making moans into her crotch. Maria couldn’t take much more, one leg wrapped around my neck and back, she shuddered.

I stood up and remark, “that’s a sorry for pissing on you, but I guess, I had to mark my territory”. I make my way to her face, I pump away on my dick, positioning it to the entrance of her mouth, it doesn’t take long, the eroticism of the moment getting the best of me.

Key note, dicks are not precision instruments, one shot hit her lips the rest coat her face, a little hits her hair. I felt exalted, body completely satisfied, I sat down, then looked over my sister. She looked lovely, still somewhat on display.

A feeling of possessiveness ebbed into me, I wanted to own this piece of meat, this sentient life form. Images of her leashed on a chain on my beck and call like one of Jabba the Hutts playthings roamed around in my head. I guess I really should leave a mark, something more notable then my bodily fluids. I found a washable marker, and set to work writing an inscription on her pelvic area.

Property of Mark.

I took my time, making it as legible as possible as in reverse so that next time she looked in a mirror she could read it easily. I hit pause on the TV, stood up and said, “I’m going to go get my laptop, I know you are going to go clean up, when you do, look in the mirror, I want you to give me a simple, Yes or No, nothing else, if you agree”.

With that I headed upstairs to retrieve my laptop bag. When I returned Maria had left the room, I assumed to freshen up. I had just finished setting up my machine, when she sat down next to me, still clad in only her bathrobe. She seemed to have put in minor effort in upping her appearance, hair combed and a little lipstick or gloss.

She was quiet for a good few minutes as she fiddled with the TV remote. Heat was pumping to her face, and her body fairly vibrated, then after swallowing, she finally said in a clear determined but bashful voice, “Yes”.

I was in awe of the situation, but some part of me, rose to the occasion and took the reigns. In a voice I bare recognised as my own, dripping with confidence I said, “good”, and I have no idea where the next came from, “I’m going to write up a slave contract for you to sign, and I’m going to make you do a vow that you are now property, do you understand and accept”. She impossibly went a even darker shade of red, but her voice was unwavering when she repeated, “Yes”.

Hearing this, even after the nights, morning and just mere minutes ago events my balls ached and my dick throbbed back to life. I guess it was time test new acquisition.

To be continued.