“Oh, Jesus, baby… you got me so sensitive… I can’t…. I can’t stop….” Marie stuttered as she panted. Her arms and hands shook as she trembled. “I want your cock so bad but oh god I don’t know if I can… so sensitive…. You make me so horny, big brother.”
Sliding his thumb gently but forcefully over her mouth, John outlined her lips. In a low whisper he asked, “are you mine, little sister?”
“Oh god, yes. Oh god, it makes me so horny to hear you ask that, baby,” Marie cooed. “Yes, yes, anything I want you to fuck me… I want you to–oh!”
John’s hands grabbed at her tiny hips and turned her over onto her knees, putting her face to the mattress. Without instructing to do so, John looked down on his little sister and watched her spread her legs and lift her ass in the air. Feeding the tip of his cock into the mouth of her tight pussy, John felt the squeeze as she balled her fists around the sheets on the mattress.
“Ahh ahhh yes yes yes!” she moaned.
Marie’s waist was so thin, John gripping both sides of it caused his thumbs to nearly meet in the middle of her back. With her ass arched in the air, John gripped her hips and pulled her back as he slammed his cock inside her. By some means, Marie pushed herself up onto her hands as her arms trembled. She bucked her hips back with every thrust by her brother.
“Oh fuck! Yes yes yes! Don’t stop fucking me!” She moaned.
John’s body clapped into her over and over with every thrust. His hands slid up the sides of her hips and he felt her heavy breasts swaying beneath her as he pushed deeper and deeper. Cupping her breasts and squeezing them, he listened to his sister’s moans as he felt her pussy milking his cock with her tight lips.
“Oh god! Oh my god! Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m so close!” Marie cried.
John swiped the sweat from his brow and grabbed onto her shoulders on either side of her neck as he fucked her. The thrusts were hard and fast, and he couldn’t keep himself together much longer. The pleasure was radiating from the tip of his cock all the way to the back of his brain.
“Yess! Cum inside me–oh god! Yes! Yes! Cum inside me, baby! Fill me with your–ahhhh oh god yes!” Marie screamed and John felt his cock hardened and began to seize. Spurts of cum filled his sister’s pussy up with every deep penetrating thrust.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” Marie screamed as she flattened her chest against the bed. Her teeth bit down on a bunching of sheets. Her ass jiggling in the air, John crammed his shaft inside her pussy as the final flexes of cum were drained out of his shaft and into his sister’s pulsating pussy.
When John finally collapsed beside Marie covered in sweat and panting, he felt her hands grab at his spastically. Spooning on their sides, she wrapped his arms around her waist as she continued to shutter and whimper. It was several minutes later before she took a deep breath and released it and with it all the tension in her body. With a last word for the night, Marie reached behind her and cupped John’s thigh that spooned her.
“Jesus Christ…” Marie whispered in a half laugh.
John cupped her cheek, turning her face to his. Pulling a light sheet to cover their naked bodies, John kissed Marie deeply, and she kissed them back. This was it. This was the moment he finally felt in control of his destiny. This was when he realized he could envision a future for himself that was different than the one his father had designed.
Chapter Seven
John
John woke the next morning to see a bagel from the hotel lobby breakfast sitting on a napkin as well as a coffee waiting for him. Marie had already left and a note remained by the bagel on a separate napkin in her handwriting, stating:
‘Out and about to find a not-as-fun job for the mornings
-Marie’
John smiled at the heart drawn around her name. There was something about being with her that centered him, he realized. His instinct to avoid her or put distance between them was wrong. He realized that now.
We were meant for each other… John smiled to himself.
He got dressed, drinking his coffee and eating his bagel as he left the room and walked to work. It was a beautiful day and made him almost want to stay outside rather than go into the factory. But John was getting excited thinking of all the things he and Marie had yet to do. Shop for clothes, grocery shop, searching for a home… all of which required money so…
Inside the factory, things were a struggle in the morning. Learning the repetitious movements and learning how to be efficient was a struggle. After lunch, the job became more natural. John did his tasks well without any screw-ups. In fact, so well the floor supervisor asked John to stay over and do it over time. He stated he liked John’s ‘work ethic.’
John smiled and agreed but stated he had to let his… his girlfriend know. The word felt strange coming out of his mouth, but he grew to like the sound of it immediately. John called their hotel from an office phone and typed their room extension. It took a couple of tries to get it right, but even when he did there was no answer. John didn’t think she would beat the club yet, but it was possible. John decided to work the extra shift anyways.
It was dark by the time John returned to the hotel. A few groups of men who drank on the street corner gave John a nervous stare. John didn’t like it. He would have to remember to talk to Marie. He didn’t want her walking alone around this neighborhood.
Opening the door to his hotel room, John was immediately sure that something was wrong. One mattress was turned over. The coffee maker and papers on the desk were shoved to the ground. The TV was tipped backwards against the wall.
“Marie! Marie!” John yelled as he ran to the bathroom and searched around the bed for the final places she could be. There was a small bloodstain on one of the sheets wrinkled on the ground. John stared at it as fear and anger swirled in John’s gut. A million questions attacked his mind, and that is when John noticed the two words written in the familiar blocky handwriting that was not Marie’s.
‘COME. HOME.’
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