Thread: Hanging Up! (Jack Stalker and PaRam)

Alex watched as Kristen tucked the landline handset into her chin and reached out for his pants, it was a sight he never thought he would witness and his adrenalin surged through his body, his muscles tensed, his entire demeanour shifted to that of a beats, a predator, a man who was going to take hold of her and destroy every shred of decency and innocence she might still possess. That one act declared her to be an incestuous little whore and he was going to take advantage of every second of time he had to spend with her. He grabbed her hands for a moment, staring into her eyes with a wicked feral and animal like glint, before he allowed her to drag down his boxers. His massive cock sprang out instantly, flicking droplets of pre cum onto her face as it did so the thick bulging length saturated with pre cum which had leaked from the glistening helm. the pulsing veins ran from tip to hilt and it twitched and waved about hungrily as he watched her. He wanted nothing more than to wrap the phone cord about her throat, using it to choke her a little as he fucked her with brutal roughness. However he restrained himself, just as eager to see where this was going. She was a lot more of a filthy little whore than he had thought or even dreamed, reaching for him while still on the phone to whoever she was fucking right now. Of course he would have to put a stop to that, eventually, but right now the thought of getting physical at last with his sweet innocent looking slut of a sister was overwhelming, destroying reason and caution, provoking him more and more, turning him into a ravenous monster whose desperate hunger would only be satisfied by her flesh. He stared down at her, eyes locking with her as she shifted forwards, fucking his thick rod through her fingers as he stood there. he moved back and fort a little, fucking her hand with his cock, before he reached down, cupping and squeezing at one of her tits. His teeth clenched and he nodded towards the phone, his forefinger and thumb finding a nipple through her tank top and twisting it, tormenting and tugging at the nub as he silently goaded her to continue the call. He rested a knee on the bed, forcing her thighs apart, and reached down with his other hand to stroke at her panties. The flimsy black lace presented little barrier to the heat of his fingertips, as they slid along the crease of her cunt. He could feel the wet heat there, as he stroked back and forth, up and down, pushing her panties into the crevice of her gash and forcing them to soak up what was there, before he grasped and tugged at them enough to allow his eager questing fingers to slide around and begin torching her flesh, his fingers sinking into the groove of her cunny without a moments hesitation as he violated her sisterly cunt as though it was his god given right to do so. It was, the moment she had broken the taboo, initiated their incestuous connection, it was his right as the man to do whatever the fuck he wanted now. She was no more a passenger in this than he was. His sisters body belonged to him right now, just as his cock was in her hands. There was much he wanted to say, but instead he had to still his tongue and instead let his cock and his fingers do the talking as he watched her, listened to her as his hands molested her tits through her top, while eager digits sank deep into her quivering cunt. They forced open her cunt lips and teased her with an inch of penetration, as his thick cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His weeping cockhead sent trails of his cock juice streaking down to roll over her fingers, as they strained and failed to grasp about the thick girth of his manhood. He pulled his hand away from her cunt, immediately moving it to her throat where he grasped it, a hot wet hold as his thumb slid up to brush across her lips before sinking between them, forcing her mouth open. He mouthed words at her, softly, barely audible. 'Talk... make them cum with your filthy fucking words' at her, looking between her face and the phone, before pulling his hand free to suck on the fingers before returning them to her quim, sinking them a little further in. He twisted his hand around, fingering her cunt with three fingers splaying apart her folds and drilling into her flesh, while his thumb fucked away at her clit, massaging it with a circular motion with folds of her own flesh as he returned to crudely indulging himself in the casual violation of her cunt. His erection was enormous now, swelling and stretching as it rested between her fingers. He gritted his teeth to stop himself form hissing and growling aloud at the feel of her in his hands. His tit hand shifted, tugging roughly at her top to expose her tit so he could maul it more easily, flesh on flesh as he watched her intently. Taking full advantage, knowing that even if she changed her mind now, what could he do, what dare she do? Nothing. She was in his grasp now, literally, as he was in hers, their brother and sister bond sealed by their wicked sinful and incest wrought actions. The wrongness of the situation only serving to turn him on to stellar levels as he savoured the feel of her. He finger fucked her hard and fast, then slow and easy, erratically abusing her slit with one finger, then two, then three, then back to one. His thumb never stopped assaulting her clit, his other hand squeezing one tit, then shifting across to expose and grasp at the other, all the while his cold calculating eyes fucked her with their merciless and uncompromising gaze. He challenged her with his look and strained his body, as his cock wept pre cum into her slick palm and his own rough fingers continued to dance about her body. She was going to learn, if she had not guessed already, that her phone call washer only shred of salvation right now. As soon as that call ended he was going to wreck her.