“Don’t,” she groaned while grabbing his hands with hers. Instinctively he dropped her again, causing her to groan as his cock slid all the way back inside her. It pressed hard against her pelvic bone the whole way down. “Cum inside me,” Tiffany whispered hoarsely. “I’m cold. Warm me up, please,” she begged him.
Just those words from his sexy naked writhing sister were enough to push Jon over the edge. His first spurt of cum exploded right into her pelvic bone. He lifted her up so that it sprayed and coated the inside of her cunt all the way down. Then he slammed her back down on his cock, pushing the tip against her closed cervix. She screamed in pain but it quickly subsided as warm cum splashed against the raw opening.
Tiffany’s body reacted appropriately, gushing clear liquid to slick the path for his cum to slide inside her womb more easily. Her body wanted to be impregnated by her brother’s cum. Jon continued to pinch and roll her clit as they came together. She bounced and spasmed and thrashed, driving his cock into her and making her scream. She bit her own wrist to keep the noise down. Her newfound wetness allowed his cock to slip around inside her and touch all of her walls.
Although she was now warm inside, the liquid running down her legs only brought Tiffany more discomforting cold. She was shivering and her nipples had grown stiff. She covered them with her hands in an attempt to heat them up. This sent a sharp jolt through her body that caused her to hop up and down on her brother’s cock again.
Jon gave one last spurt of cum into his sister’s warm slick cunt before collapsing against her back. She could feel his breath in her ear as he panted in exhaustion. “Don’t stop,” she whispered to him. “Keep fucking your slutty sister’s wet cunt. Make me scream and cry.” Jon chuckled at the idea but he was definitely done. All she could do was give him empty demands. “Come on, Jon, fuck me,” Tiffany raised her voice unexpectedly.
It was at that moment that both of them heard the sound of footsteps outside their door. One of their parents had been right outside and had definitely heard her. The thumping suggested they were checking Jon’s room, presumably to see if he was still asleep and if Tiffany was just moaning his name in her sleep. When they had their answer, they returned to the room.
The door swung open to reveal Lauren Taylor in her morning bathrobe. Her hair was tied up atop her head as she often did when she wanted to take a shower without getting it wet. Her face was beat red and she was glaring straight at her children. “What the hell are you doing to him?” Lauren demanded while pointing at Tiffany accusingly.
She did not answer. She instead tried to stand up. Jon’s flaccid cock slipped out of her easily but her legs were weak. She managed to stumble only a few feet ahead before collapsing against her bed. “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” Lauren demanded. “What in god’s name possessed you to do this to your brother?”
Tiffany felt a seething rage boiling inside her. “He did this to me!” she shouted at her mother. “Why do I have to take the blame when Jon’s the one who snuck into my room and raped me?”
“Don’t you dare say that about my sweet Jonas!” Lauren spat at her. “Look at what you’ve done to this family. I’m calling my sister right now. You’re going to live with her in the country until you turn eighteen and then I never want to see you again.”
“Mom, wait!” Jon interrupted her.
“Don’t you say a word, Jonas,” she scolded him. “Mommy will take care of this slut.”
“She’s not a slut, she’s my sister and I love her!” Jon shouted.
“Don’t be ridiculous. There are plenty of proper girls out there. You could have anyone you wanted,” Lauren tried to convince her son.
“I want Tiffany. I’m in love with her. I want to keep having sex with her and no one else. Won’t you let me, Mom? You always let me do whatever I want,” Jon reminded her.
“I…” Lauren was at a loss.
“What’s going on here then?” Randy heard the yelling from downstairs and came to investigate. The first thing he noticed was his naked daughter, covered in sweat with two types of cum dripping from between her legs. She wore a look of embarrassment and shame that shown more clearly than any expression Randal had seen her make before. He was, after all, not at home all that often. “Um, what’s going on?” he repeated his question.
“What does it look like?” Lauren screeched at him. “Your kids have been fucking behind our backs. How could you let this happen?”
“You’re the one who’s with them all day,” Randy tried to shift the blame.
“You’re never home, you bastard!” Lauren returned it right back.
“Now hold on here, you’re reacting poorly. I know this looks bad but there are a lot worse things that could’ve happened. This is fairly solvable,” Randy tried to maintain a level head. “We just need to keep them separate and get them into therapy.”
“Therapy!” Lauren raised her voice again. “This slut attacked our precious son and…”
“I was the one.” Jon raised his hand. “I was the one who attacked Tiffany. She really did not want to but… but I always get what I want.” Jon wore an incredibly guilty expression. Tiffany was slightly moved by his willingness to accept responsibility but the fact that she would not have been sitting in a room completely naked in front of her parents and freshly fucked if it were not for him kept her from feeling grateful.
“Okay, son, I believe you.” Randy nodded. “Do you regret your actions?”
“No.” Jon shook his head.
“Look at your poor sister. I’ve never seen her so miserable. You must have fucked her pretty hard.” Randy chuckled. “I guess this isn’t the right time for it but, congratulations; my son is now a man.”
“Um, thanks, dad…” Jon responded in confusion.
“You’re unbelievable!” Lauren gasped.
“Really though, what’s the problem?” Randy shrugged. “Our son got laid and he’s happy about it. At least our useless daughter can contribute to this family somehow.”
“Are you suggesting…” Lauren’s eyes bulged.
“Just let the boy keep fucking her. She’s not going to tell anyone, are you sweetie?” Randy smiled at Tiffany. She stared at him blankly, her hands still in front of her cunt in a poor attempt to hide her shame. The liquid running out of her was all Randy needed to envision what had just happened to her though. Finally she nodded, not knowing what else to say. “That settles it then.” Randy clapped his hands as if sealing a deal. “Your hole is now exclusively Jon’s. No going out and getting it from the boys at your school. I won’t have you bringing home any STDs.”
“Are you serious?” Lauren was still in shock. She seemed to have calmed down somewhat, or have gotten tired of screaming.
“What’s the problem? They’ve already been doing it behind our backs. If we forbid them, they’ll just find a way around it. We may as well let them do it in a way we can keep an eye on them. I’m not having a scandal get out.”
“But she’ll ruin him. She’ll control his mind with that slutty hole of hers.”
Randy took a long look at his shivering naked daughter. “If she can do that, then she deserves everything she can get from him. Just look at the poor girl. If you let me fuck you half that hard I’d come home more often.”
“How dare you?” Lauren’s face was seething.
“Face it, you’re a prude and your daughter is every man’s dream; a hole that says no but lets you in anyway with just a little prodding. It’s more fun that way. You may as well be fucking a doll if they just lay there.”
Lauren covered her ears and stormed out of the room. It appeared that she finally gave up arguing. Randy smirked as he glanced back at his daughter one more time. “Go take a shower, why don’t you?” he suggested. “You can join her if you like.” He pointed at Jon. The two of them scurried out of the room. Jon had to support Tiffany as her legs were still wobbly.
Randy sighed when he heard the bathroom door slam. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his daughter’s naked form again, including what must have been hiding behind her hands. The idea that it was wrong had left his mind the moment he gave Jon permission to keep fucking his own sister. This was better than any porn he ever watched. This was an actual teenaged girl in the flesh that he had seen in her post ravished bliss. He wished he had taken a picture. Perhaps he would try figuring out a way to convince her to let him next time; if he could find a time when Lauren was not home.
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