“You’re so tight yet so slippery,” he moaned in her ear.
“It hurts really bad. Please let me go,” she begged him.
“I’m almost done,” he assured her.
“So what? I want to stop now. I told you, siblings shouldn’t do this.” Her last word was high pitched because he shoved his cock into her from the tip to the base. She had to cover her own mouth to stifle her scream. “Why are you enjoying hurting me?” she asked in an exhausted voice while drooping down so more of her weight rested on the toiled seat.
“I love your expression.” He slapped her cheek lightly to get her attention. Her eyes were fluttering again. He moved his fingers around her face, focusing particularly on her lips. She moaned when he pushed them into her mouth. He played with her tongue so that drool would accumulate in her mouth. “You’re so adorable,” he whispered in her ear as saliva ran down her chin. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were unfocused. She looked completely disoriented, like she was ill or half asleep.
For several minutes, Tiffany made no sound apart from her heavy breathing and a slight gurgling from her drool filled mouth. When Jon finally pulled his fingers out, she began to cough and spit. Suddenly she tensed up, squeezing her legs together again. Jon started grunting as he struggled to continue thrusting inside her.
Tiffany tried to pull away from him but there was no room between him and the toilet. She clenched her jaw and let her eyes roll around in her head as her orgasm overtook her. Clear liquid spilled out around Jon’s cock, making her cunt slippery all over again for him. He thrust inside of her with renewed vigor, causing her to yelp. She pushed down on the toilet seat as hard as she could, lifting herself up. She did not have enough strength though and collapsed onto the seat, resting her head sideways. More drool poured out of her mouth and ran down the side of the bowl.
Tiffany was no longer responsive to anything Jon did, apart from a wheeze or a grunt every time he thrust too hard. She was simply gurgling in bliss. When Jon felt his cock stiffen, he grabbed two bundles of Tiffany’s hair and pulled her back into him. She was too limp to react at first. Once she felt his warm semen splashing inside her though, she woke up. “What are you doing?” she shouted and whispered at the same time.
Jon did not respond and instead collapsed on top of her. She felt his sweaty body pressing into her back and could hear his breathing in her ear. She took a deep breath, taking in his scent. It turned her on. She even clenched her legs again, as if to keep him inside her for longer. It was no use though as his cock had already began to soften. Eventually it slipped out entirely.
Tiffany laid perfectly still for a while until she began to feel uncomfortable. Her post orgasm enjoyment could only sustain her for so long. She tried to push off the toilet seat enough to wedge herself out from underneath her brother. “Tiff?” she heard him groan while leaning back and sitting down on the floor.
“What?” she tried to make herself sound more annoyed. She really was mad at him, she just could not show it that well.
“If I said I loved you, would you believe me?” Jon asked a question that caught Tiffany completely off guard.”
She took a long moment to stare at him over her shoulder before answering. “You’re in love with what we do,” she corrected him.
“So?” he did not see much of a difference.
“One day you’ll find a girlfriend and you’ll forget about me,” she assured him.
“And what about you? Will you forget about me?” he asked. His exhaustion made it sound ominous. She had difficulty thinking of what to say.
“Yeah, I’ll forget about you,” she admitted finally. She was not really sure of her answer; she just did not want to keep his hopes up. She still believed that what they had just done was wrong, no matter how much she enjoyed it.
After sitting on the floor together for a long time, the two of them finally stood up and exited the stall. As expected, they found the locker room completely empty. All of the other boys had finished their showers and gone home. “We reek of sex,” Jon laughed.
“We need to shower.” Tiffany trudged her way toward the showers with shaking knees, discarding her gym clothes along the way.
“You’re going to shower here?” Jon asked cautiously. “What will you wear?”
“I’ll go back to the girls’ side to get something,” she explained.
“So you’re going to walk outside naked?” he tried to hide his excitement.
“You’re looking at me naked right now,” she reminded him while tossing her panties to the floor. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her toward the shower again. “Are you going to fuck me again?” she asked in an annoyed tone.
“Maybe,” he responded with a shrug. “At the very least, I’m going to have some fun with you in the water.” He ran his hands down her back.
“You’re so mean,” she whined. “Do you even listen to me at all?”
“I always get what I want,” he responded with an air of superiority.
“You’re so spoiled.” Tiffany clenched her fist. It was not meant as a joking statement; she really was mad at him. She only started letting him do whatever he wanted in order to get back at her parents. He got full of himself. She tried to shrug off his hands as they entered the shower but he was persistent. She moaned as she felt him pushing on the small of her back. She turned on the water of the closest faucet to drown out her own noises of pleasure. She did not want Jon to know how much she enjoyed him touching her. She was still mad at him on principle.
After a while, her head was filled with thoughts of other things. He ran his hands all the way down her body, over her butt and between her legs. She gasped and bent forward, leaning against the wall underneath the showerhead. The thought that she had been covered in sweat when they started ran through her head. She wondered if Jon had been bothered by it. Probably not considering how selfish he was. He wanted one thing from her and he did not care how he got it.
When his fingers entered her cunt again, she was not as pained as before. Her hymen was already broken and the intrusion of his hands was nowhere near as large as his cock. Also, the water helped to sooth some of her discomfort. She was immeasurably mad at herself for being able to enjoy it so much. She wanted to be madder at Jon. She wanted to be able to turn around and shove him. She could not bring herself to do it though. Jon always got what he wanted. That was just a fact of life. Deep down, the fact that what he wanted that day was her still made her happy, like she had succeeded against all of her parents’ meticulous interference.
Once she let herself go and tried to enjoy the pleasure Jon was bringing her, Tiffany ended up cumming twice. The evidence of her dripping cunt was lost in the water of the shower though. Jon’s only proof that he had satisfied his sister was her falling over and writhing on the floor of the shower. She swallowed a lot of water and ended up choking and coughing but she did not complain. She was too inebriated by her own endorphins to mind.
It was a chore for Jon to help her out of the shower and into the girls’ locker room to change. He seemed to enjoy forcing her to walk outside completely naked though. She did not respond but he taunted her with the idea that anyone could enter the gym and see her. He even suggested her having to trade sexual favors from any potential witnesses in exchange for their silence.
At least Tiffany was able to open the combination on her locker herself. Jon still had to help dress her. “I feel like your older brother,” he laughed as he watched her stretching out the neck of her shirt as she tried to fit her head through. It caught on her wet skin and hair. When she finally got it on properly, it was soaked through, giving him a perfect view of her bare nipples beneath. She still did not own any bras as her mom and dad never bothered to get her any.
“If you’re my older brother, doesn’t that make you a child molester?” she asked groggily. His only response was to kiss her. “Don’t,” she murmured dizzily.
“Why not?” he asked seriously. In his opinion, they were far beyond the formalities of holding back.
“We aren’t a couple and this isn’t love. I really hate you,” she regained enough awareness to respond to him seriously.
He seemed to contemplate his response for a long time. “Fine. It doesn’t matter if you hate me,” he pretended not to be bothered. “I’m still gonna fuck you every day from now on and there is nothing you can do about it.”
She looked up at him with red cheeks. The idea of getting fucked without consent certainly turned her on. He had just declared her own will irrelevant though. If she were ever going to be allowed to refuse him again, she had to make a stand now. Slowly she moved her eyes to meet his. With her hair still wet from the shower she looked incredibly meek. A dozen different angry responses flashed through her head. She took a deep breath, preparing to scream at him that he could not treat her that way. No words came though. Instead, she just nodded, wordlessly consenting to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She was officially his property; to play with and fuck as much as he wanted.
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