Thread: Hanging Up! (Jack Stalker and PaRam)

Hanging up! Ever since Kristen Steward had turned legal, something had happened to her brother Alex. It was like something had snapped inside him. He knew it was wrong, but being right no longer appealed to him Taboos meant nothing, the fact that she was his sister meant nothing, the fact that thinking about fucking her was sinful, wretched, unethical and incestuous meant nothing. Or rather they simply acted as encouragement. The more he thought about fucking his own sweet sister the harder he got and the more he wanted to turn it into a reality. She was fit as fuck, even with her slightly androgynous looks sometimes. In a fuck me mini dress with rape me heels she was a vision, her tight body and fuckable frame screaming out to be defiled and desecrated. In jeans and a t-shirt she still had fuck me eyes and lips that demanded attention, either from his own or from a stiff hard cock rammed between them until they were forced apart and her throat was bulging from a good throat fucking. His imagination ran riot every night and his balls must have expelled gallons of cum by now, ejaculated into the shower drain or plastered against some item of clothing as he came hard night after night, day after day, planning, dreaming, plotting, thinking about nothing but the time he would be able to fuck her, to become a sister fucking incestuous beast that held every decent moral and principle in foul contempt if it interfered with him being able to sink balls deep into his own sweet sister and make her scream his name as he fucked her to ecstasy. Then the opportunity came. There parents away for a week, leaving them both in charge of the family home. He knew it was now or never to get her, bend her to his will and fuck her long and hard enough to drive into her brain that he was going to be her new and only fuck for the rest of her life or until he tired of her, whichever came first. She was so fit, o hot, so fucking perfect in every way, from her toned legs to tight abs, to her perfectly sized tits and her gorgeous but vacuous face. Her eyes that demanded attention and her lips which made him want to claim them as his. He spent almost every day either hard or plastering cum against tile or glass, and the current would have been no different... if he hadn't had to pop back into the house after setting off on a supply run to snatch up his keys. That was when he had heard language and words which he would hardly have expected to hear spilling from her lips, that was when he had paused at the entrance to the room she was in, to listen more intently and keenly than he had ever listened in his life. She was having phone sex, it was undeniable. Some fuck had her attention and she was going to pleasure him over the phone. It made him sick, angry, resentful, bitter and vengeful all at the same time. It also got his cock back to its usual hardness when he was around her, a thick throbbing baton which stretched down the leg of his jeans as he leaned against the door to the room she was in, thinking about her, listening to what she was saying and wanting it to be him on the other end of that phone, knowing that it would instead be him in real life, on this end of the line. Enough was enough and her cock teasing ways and brazen behaviour was going to get her properly fucked, not simply teased down a phone line or finger fucked by her own errant hand. For all he knew she was fucking a girl on the other end of that line, it didn't matter. After he'd introduced her to brother fucking she wouldn't be doing anyone else except him. He'd make sure of that. He listened and listened and finally he'd had enough. With his cock stretched out in his pants, he pushed open the door, searching her out with his eyes and a twisted challenging grin smeared on his face. His thick erection sported an unseen glistening head right now, which was already leaking pre cum into his boxers as he strode in to confront her, brazenly flouting any rules of decency or respect as he moved to let her know he had been listening and heard everything. One look at his face would tell her that it was her crude and vulgar speech which had incensed him to such a state, and it was her own loving brother who was going to be taking advantage of her flesh, not some ethereal fuck on the end of a phone line. He stripped his T-shirt up and over his head, whilst kicking off his sneakers, eye fucking her with a gaze which was unashamed and almost vulgar in the way it roamed about her before it came to rest on her face, her lips, her eyes. He moved up to her, unzipping himself but moving to keep his engorged cock still within his pants, as he looked at her expectantly, challengingly, domineeringly. His facial expression said it all. I heard everything. I know you're a cock teasing little whore. I'm not taking it any more. Keep talking, I like it., or maybe it just said that he was a brother who had drooled over his sister one day too long and now he was here to collect, for all the times he'd been forced to cum somewhere that wasn't on or in her pale luscious flesh.