Literotic asexstories – Moira's Malevolence by Cc30,Cc30 Moira had been three years old when she was adopted by the Donnelly family. Her mom had been a college roommate with Alice Donnelly (nee Walker), and the two had been best friends for years. When Moira’s mom passed it was only natural for Alice to take in Moira as her own. And so it always was. Moira called Alice mom with no duplicity, she had acted as her mother her whole life. But the problem was her ‘brother’ Aaron. Moira noticed it about the time she was nine. At Moira’s insistence they had always played ‘Sleeping Beauty’ so that Moira could be kissed awake. Though Aaron rarely had the patience to play as often as Moira wanted. He was not interested at that age.
The first time Moira got drunk at a slumber party in high school she had confessed her crush to her best friend Sheila, who ridiculed her mercilessly with the fact. Moira regretted ever telling her, but most of all she regretted her burning lust for the man who had been raised as her brother. She was 22 now, and almost finished college. It was easier, not seeing him every day, only on vacations and the occasional weekend. Moira had her share of romances in high school and her other years.
She was a looker herself and had racked up a few one-night stands, and a few month-long dating stints. She had long brown hair she’d wear in a side ponytail, and perky C cups. She had piercing green eyes, and a smile that she dusted off occasionally which could melt anyone. And date though she would, eventually Moira would tire of the boys and cut them loose. Nothing lasted too long until Charlie. Charlie had been her boyfriend for the last year. It started with a pity-invite for him to come to thanksgiving dinner with her on break. Charlie was several years older than Moira and going back to school. He was polite and non-threatening. A safe, well-dressed, grown up to take out to dinner. He waited a month before he even pressured her for a blowjob. Moira treated it like a chore, but had become good at talking to him during it and making him cum quickly. He liked to fantasize about other girls in their class and having a threesome, and so that became the well-trod verbal ground, in between sucking him off once a week, and the occasional overnight screw.
They had been fighting more often now that graduation approached and Moira didn’t see it lasting, she just didn’t feel the fire inside like she did when she watched Aaron. She would mask her attraction in disgust. Squeezing his arms in desire after seeing him work out in the garage only to fake a laugh and tell him he was scrawnier than her, striding back to her room swiftly to find her vibrator and smell his sweat on her fingertips.
Things built to a crescendo though this last weekend. The handsome doofus had lost his job and claimed his phone was stolen. Not to mention Aaron and his idiot friend Jim had drank half Dad’s liquor and broken the kitchen window with a football. Moira didn’t know what he was thinking, but the situation had given her an opportunity. Moira played with herself enough watching her brother from afar, but she always wanted to see more. Especially his cute butt. Aaron had retreated to the shower after Mom and Dad had shouted at him, and Moira was confident it was now or never. He would be moving out soon. So with her headphones in, and a towel in her hand, Moira made her way to the bathroom. She was shaking with anticipation. The shower had a glass door which fogged easily but she was confident she would see ‘something’ anything to play through her head. Maybe seeing him would finally free her from this bizarre temptation. Maybe he would be hideous and she could be happy with Charlie – who wasn’t ugly.
She breathed deep and pushed open the door. The sight that greeted her was not what she had expected. The glass seemed clear tonight and right infront of her was Aaron, glistening in the spray of the shower, stroking his hardon and ejaculating all over the glass. He was moaning with his eyes closed, and Moira drank it in for as long as she could. On the landing behind her she heard someone approach, and that’s when she shouted out in fake disgust. Running to ‘tell’ on the horny boy. She felt bad, but she knew she needed more. After all, she hadn’t seen his cute butt.
Aaron cleaned the shower, which was for the best, because Moira would’ve licked his cum off the wall. She wondered what it tasted like, she needed it soon. She was shaking and pacing in her room that night. She must’ve reached for her vibrator five times, she was dripping wet. But each time she denied her needy pussy because she didn’t want to lose her nerve, her killer instinct. Moira was making a run and she needed to leverage everything, including her arousal. If she came, she might lose her resolve, and she told herself that she would be grateful for the souvenirs later.
Aaron had cleaned the shower and collapsed to sleep. But Moira schemed with the friend she had told about her sick obsession. It was their special secret even if Shiela thought she was more than a little weird. Aaron wasn’t half bad looking, and Moira asked her friend if she wanted his nudes. “How are you going to get them?” Moira told her she would pretend that Shiela was the one with the crush, and use an accidental exposure to blackmail Aaron into posing. It was a longshot, but Moira thought with the amount of debt Aaron was in with his parents, this weekend was her one chance. If she could play it cool, it would work out fine.
That night Moira barely slept, she had snuck into his room, emptied the drawers of anything resembling cover, and exchanged their laundry baskets. Now she just had to wait. She was soaking her panties and around 5am it proved too much and she buried her head in her pillow before frantically fingering herself to an incredible orgasm. Her mind was clearer now, she beat herself up. Should she go through with it? Was it too risky? She paced and wondered, looking at her phone for more guidance from Shiela who still wasn’t awake.
She was walking to his room to see if he was up and suddenly she bumped into Aaron, stark naked in the hallway. Moira followed her script perfectly, bringing him to her room and locking him in. The moment she glimpsed his naked ass she knew it was worth it. She reached for her phone with one hand, and with her other she stroked his hardening member. It was maybe five inches, nothing to write home about, but Moira could smell it and wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it. She imagined it plunged deep inside her, she imagined scratching his back with her nails. She fantasized about him fucking her from behind, pulling her pony tail and loading her with spunk. She thought about having his baby, and then smartened up.
Moira was losing herself and she had to play it cool. She snapped a few more pictures – ‘for Shiela’ – she told him, before setting him free. He was hard enough but he didn’t seem to lust after her the way she did for him. That was alright, Moira knew she could convince him if she wanted to. Though he begged to get dressed, Moira wanted to watch and enjoy his cute butt as he exited, and she even gave it a squeeze, before pushing him out to be caught by Mom.
The humor wasn’t lost on her and Moira did laugh into her pillow before she turned over, and plunged her fingers into her wet hole to fucked herself silly. She lubricated herself easily and rubbed her clit before biting into the pillow for a screaming orgasm. Her hairy triangle was sticky with her own juice and she needed a shower.
Beneath the water she remembered that this was where her brother had exploded the night before. She squeezed her nipples at the thought of his fountain of cum, spraying across the glass. She remembered her hands had touched his cock, and she fingered herself deep with that hand. She imagined some tiny remainder of his cum making its way into her pussy, she was picturing him railing her now as she stifled her moans. She played with her normal dirty talk fantasy, instead picturing Charlie tied to a chair while Aaron railed her infront of him. Dumping load after load of his hot, potent cum, deep (or at least safely within) her wet cunt. After cumming twice and with her phone full of erotic nudes of Aaron she felt too guilty to look in the mirror. She had to remind herself as Shiela had: they were not related, he was not her brother, whatever her heart and lips said.
But the question lingered: would she do more?
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