Thread: Dinner for Two! (Jack Stalker and ShadyPrincess)

Dinner for Two! Idris Alba had wanted to get closer to his younger sister, Emily , for a long, long time. He figured that he had been as good as grooming her for a fuck ever since he'd taken her on as a receptionist at his modelling agency. Who would have thought that he would spend all day looking at some of the arguably hottest women around, but instead of fantasizing about fucking them he would be dreaming of the day he got to sink his cock into his own sisters tight little cunt. That's why, when she announced she was getting married a few months back, he had felt so angry. The anger hadn't lasted long of course, since he figured that it was academic. Who cared if she was married? In his opinion plenty of married women discovered that they preferred cheating, or longed for something different. She'd be the same and, if she wasn't, then he would have to fuck some sense into her. He would have to fuck her and defile her and twist her depravity filled flesh, until she admitted to herself that his cock was better than her husbands, that his cock was the only one that she craved. That she didn't just want him because he was her brother, she wanted him because deep down in her sick, twisted, little brain, there was a gene that all the Brent women had, one that made them want to fuck a black guy. His Father may have been different from hers, but they had the same mother and that was enough to get him so hard every time he thought about her. His own sister impaled and screaming on his cock was all he lived for... why had it taken him so fucking long to act on it? He had no idea, he only craved the chance to violate her flesh as soon as possible. Years of waiting had whittled down his sanity and resolve and now he was ready to take her. The opportunity came sooner than he thought. He'd been planning to get her drunk at work and fuck her there, but being invited to the small dinner party with her husband, their parents and his, plus a few friends, some of whom he was sure his mother intended to catch his eye, had been the final straw. He'd been eye fucking Emily all night, maybe she thought they were 'knowing glances' or attempted eye rolls every-time a parent said something embarrassing to fill in the gaps in the small talk,? He knew different. Her legs captivated him, the tight fit of her dress and the way it rode up when she sat down. Her 'fuck me' heels and the way she looked and moved were all driving him crazy. She must have known the way he felt about her, she couldn't be so fucking ignorant. Maybe she was in denial? Tonight was going to be an awakening for sure. He waited until she headed upstairs to get something, moving away from the select crowd which had descended into drinks and idle chatter during dessert. He waited a few moments and excused himself, circling away from the bathroom to find her in her bedroom, the room she shared with her idiot of a husband. By the time he found her his cock was steel hard, an iron bar of flesh jammed into his pants and hungry for her tight cunt like never before. His eyes raped her to rags from behind as he approached, a confident smirk on his face fuelled by wine and a lust which had been building for years. He could care less who was here, it only made it more depraved, more sinful, more wicked to be on the brink of fucking his own sister. He knew that even if he wasn't related to her their mother would have had a fit at the thought of them together. He almost laughed at the realization that she would never picture them together at all, he could fuck Emily all he wanted and the thought that her own son was an incestuous bastard who thought it was his god given right to fuck his own sister would never enter her head. Moving up to her he shoved her forwards onto the bed, clambering up behind her in an instant and shoving her dress up about her waist before she had a chance to react. The loud snap of her panties being torn off and discarded to the blanket in front of her was the only sound to sunder the silence of the room, until their was rending of metal as he unzipped his pants, followed by an unintelligible grunt as he brought the glistening head of his already pre cum soaked cock head to her slit, splaying apart her cunt flaps and driving his cock straight into her yielding cunny as though he owned it, as though he were her master and she was some ancient slave bound to do his bidding. He wondered if she knew, wondered if she thought it was her husband fucking her instead of her own brother. His hands found her hips and he drew his cock back all the way, before pounding another deep hard stroke into her tight cunt, hissing as her vaginal tract was deformed by his length as it dragged its folds along his veined shaft as he violated her in earnest. How's it feel sis... he grunted as she finally turned to look at him. How's it feel taking your own brothers cock... and liking it? How's it feel knowing that you are cheating on your husband with your own fucking brother. Feels good doesn't it, my nasty little whore of a sibling? Feels like you never want it to end, doesn't it, my dirty fucking whore? he growled as he began to drill harder and faster into her body, making her feel every inch right to the balls. Feels like you've wanted a black cock deep in your cunt all these years, just like our mother did. Well, now you are going to get it... and you better keep the fuck quiet unless you want your husband to find out what a filthy cunt you really are. he groaned into her ear as he leaned forwards and began to force himself deeper. Tell me how fucking right I am...