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Good Girl Ch. 01

By: Kajira Callista



They walk into the bar, a very small place. He is walking behind her this time and she is pretty sure it's the short skirt that is the reason for Him walking behind her. She smiles a little. She adds a little extra wiggle in her walk knowing it is pleasing him to watch her. He takes her hand and leads her to the bar, motions for her to sit and orders drinks. She looks around a bit. It's dark and crowded, music playing from somewhere. The bartender hands her a drink and Master tells him to keep them coming. She sighs, no play tonight, he is allowing her to drink.

Master moves in close...she loves the feel of him close. He whispers in her ear "Both hands on the drink slut do not move and DON'T make a sound" she responds instantly. Her eyes wide she takes a deep breath as she feels his ever so light touch moving slowly up her leg. Another whisper in here ear, "Open" and she parts her thighs a bit more while trying to be discreet. She then looks at him and sees the devil dancing in his eyes. Quickly her eyes are back on her drink. His hand moves so slowly, the touches so light, she fights the urge to move into his touch and her legs begin to tremble. She tries to control her breathing, but her heart is beating hard and fast. His fingers running over her now swollen lips so lightly she wants to beg him for more, but she stays still and quiet, two hands on her drink. 

He speaks softly, "Wet...such a nasty cunt," and then chuckles as he moves closer to her so that no one will be able to see what he is doing and slowly slips two fingers deep into her. She gasps and her hands clutch the edge of the bar...she looks up and sees the bartender's head turn and a smile upon his lips. Her heart races and her head is spinning, she took her hands off of the drink, and damn that sound that escaped her lips!

Her eyes catch his and he is angry. He moves closer and she can feel his hot breath on her cheek as he commands her to get up and go to the ladies' room, do not go in, and wait for him at the door. She fumbles nervously to get off the stool and pull her skirt down over her bottom knowing there is a wet spot left behind on the stool, and heads for the corridor where the restrooms are located.

He lets her stand there for a few minutes, watching her and loving the fidgeting and nervous expression on her face. He walks slowly to the rest rooms as she watches him approach....grabs her by the hair and pushes her into the men's room. He then tells her "not a sound, hole, and this time I mean it." She nods. He is still holding her hair and the movement hurts and puts her at ease at the same time. His voice has changed, he still speaks to her softly, but it is deeper, sort of like a growl, and this lets her know it's time for serious.

He lets go of her hair and steps back to lock the door as he instructs her to place her hands on the wall up above her head and spread her legs wide. She starts to tremble with excitement when she hears the door lock She does as she is told, her back slightly arched pushing her sex up toward Master. He moves behind her and gives a little chuckle as he reaches around and under her blouse to her breasts and quickly pulls and twists her nipples, She feels his hard cock on her ass and presses into him. He reaches into his jacket pocket and then back around to her breasts, pulls at, and then clamps each nipple. He tugs the chain hard, holds it taught for a moment, then, lets it drop. She is extremely aroused and wants Master to take her right there. Her breathing is heavy and rapid. He knows what she wants right now. 

He steps back again and she hears him unbuckle his belt, her body trembles with excitement as she thinks to herself that she isn't going to be punished. In what seems a split second, she hears the belt being pulled quickly through the loops of his jeans. Before it registers in her mind she feels the unmistakable sting of the belt across the back of her thighs....a tug of the chain and then a whisper in her ear, "Good girl, Master knows you know how to behave properly," then, "shhhhhhh," as he lifts her skirt up to her waist. Another one across her ass this time and harder then the last, she almost loses balance and regains it at the last second. He moves close and spreads her sex; she is wet and more then ready. He slips one finger inside and she feels the walls of her cunt squeeze tight around it. He moves along side of her, she can feel the excitement ...hear it in the way he is breathing. Again he pulls the clamps, then holds the chain up against the wall pulling them tightly. With one hand leaning against the wall and another in her cunt her tells her "Fuck my finger you nasty bitch." She whimpers and then, harshly, he tells her, "Do it Now!"

She grinds her pussy on his finger pushing it deeper into her wet hole. She can hear with each movement how wet and needy she is, her clit is so engorged that the slightest touch would send her over the edge, she is close and she lets out a moan. In an instant his finger is gone from her hole and she can feel the muscles clench. He wraps her own thumbs around the chain of the clamps and steps behind her again. Three hard ones with the belt across her ass and thighs. He sticks his fingers still wet with her cum into her mouth and tells her to suck them clean. He is practically nose to nose with her as she sucks his fingers and he tells her "Little bitch in heat can't keep quiet while she fucks my finger. Have you added how many lashes with the belt in your little cunt head yet, my dear? I count five. You got five. That was punishment. What's to come is not punishment, it's just because Master feels like."

He unlocks the door and pulls her skirt down over her ass, steps back and looks, then lifts it just a bit. He tells her she can let go of the chain but not remove the clamps. She is to leave the bar and go straight to the car. She is in her "place." She doesn't care if her skirt is too high or the clamps show through her thin blouse, that her thighs are wet or her legs shaky from the need. She walks out of the men's room and straight to the car waiting for him. He stuffs the belt in his jacket pocket and heads for the bar to pay.

The night air is chilly and she shivers at the feel of the cold chain dangling between her breasts, she watches the door waiting for Master. He walks out smiling and she smiles back at him. He pushes her against the car and slips his leg between hers, she presses her hungry pussy against his knee as he roughly kisses her lips. She feels his hands wander up to the clamps and he releases both at once. She feels the warmth of her juices flowing between her legs and her whimpers from the clamps being released are muffled by his hot wet kisses. He pushes away from her and tells her to get in the car.

Good Girl Ch. 01



This was not how I wanted my last night with Tom to end. I was stuck going on vacation with my family as some sort of lame attempt to re-kindle our childhood magic or something. Why didn't my dad understand that I was 18 and too old for family vacations? So Tom and I planned that tonight would be the night. We were going to have sex for the first time and it was going to be amazing. Or at least it was supposed to. We were one of those everything but sex couples and I was ready for the next step. So here I was, on my knees giving his pretty cock and very good suck...too good I suppose because as I was about ready to let it out of my mouth so we could do more, Tommy started groaning and the next thing I know his hot salty cum is spurting into my mouth.

Now don't get me wrong, this is not a story about me not liking cum or sucking cock. On the contrary actually. This is about realizing my purpose. I mean, without getting too philosophical but I have come to realize that we all have these needs (more maybe just one need at the bottom of it all) when we are at our most base level, when all the shit is pulled away and all the distractions are gone, we have one thing that drives us all. The thing we want more than wanting, the thing that makes us realize what we are for and what we have to do. That night, as Tom came in my mouth, I realized with deep frustration, that this was not what I needed. 

Like every good girlfriend I swallowed it all up then looked at at him. I kept the head of his cock in my mouth, hoping that we weren't done. He looked down at me. "Wow, Andrea. That was amazing." I smiled on the outside, but I groaned in frustration deep down. I guess that was it.

We hung out for a bit longer, but I had to leave. No sex with Tom. Hardly any foreplay even and my body was going crazy. 

I drove home in a funk. More disappointed than I was expecting. I mean, I loved Tom. He was sweet, great looking, respectful, generous and fun. But now, as I drove home I realized that I wanted something else. Something more. I told myself it was the sex. We just needed to connect on that next level. Right?

I got home and tossed the keys in the dish. My dad and mom were sitting on the couch.

"Hey honey!" My mom said, not taking her eyes from the TV. 

"Hey, I am heading to bed," I said in almost a murmur.

"Don't forget, our flight is at 7 am tomorrow. Be up at 4:30!" Dad called at me as I walked up the stairs. 

Ugh. Not much good happens at 4:30 am. Not that anyone remembers at least.

I went up the stairs two at a time and was in my room before I realized what was happening: Cheesy music from small speakers, the sound of loud almost fake moaning and my older brother Peter sitting on the bed with the computer next to him and his cock in his right hand. 

Now before I go on a little context:

Peter was 2 years older than me and back from college for the summer. I had seen him masturbate before. In truth that may have been how all of this started, I am not sure, but when we were younger I saw him have sex with his girlfriend. Peter and I were very close, so I told him and, well, that led to more curiosity on my part and eventually we watched one another masturbate. Some people that that was weird or whatever, not that I told anyone, but really I never felt weird about it. It was just a natural process and honestly he had a great cock. 8 inches if I had to guess, perfectly straight and just a little bit of a curve at the top. I remember holding his left hand as I fingered my pussy and he stroked his dick. It was the first time I ever saw cum. We talked about sex all the time and he would come in my room to masturbate with me all the time. It was hard when he was away at school, we shared everything and sometimes we talked to each other on the phone or on video chat and masturbated. He was my brother and my closest friend and this was just another way we connected.

So now here he was jerking off to porn in my room. 

"Shit, Andrea I didn't know you would be home yet!" He blurted.

I closed the door and flopped down on the bed. "Can you turn that porn off?" I asked with a heavy sigh.

He closed the laptop. "Yeah, sorry." He sat up a bit. His hand still on his dick. I could tell he had just started as it was still growing. Honestly I loved looking at his cock. There is something about your brother's hard cock, every sister knows it when she first really looks at it.

I lay back and put my hands beside my head.

"I am guessing it didn't go so well," Peter said. 

"Yeah, not so well," I rolled on my side and put my hand under my head, looking at Peter. "He just came in my mouth and was done."

Peter laughed. It was unexpected. "You must have been pretty good. Or maybe too much anticipation?"

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, I mean, why can't guys like control it. You know me, it takes a bit for me to get there and he was like all done in 30 seconds. What the fuck?"

He laughed. "Well not all of us take only 30 seconds." He glanced down at his semi-hard cock in his right hand still.

"True, I guess I know how to pick them." I looked down at his cock. Peter knew how to fuck. That was something else. He sent me videos he had taken when he had sex with Karen (his girlfriend soon to be fiance'). I saw how he would fuck her, just pin her to the bed and pound his pretty cock into her. The last video I saw started with some sweet kissing and fucking missionary style, about 10 minutes into it, she was on her stomach exhausted and he just fucked her from behind. He had his hand in her hair and he fucked her like that for who knows how long. Eventually she was limp from cumming so much and he would get her in different positions and give it to her until he finally came. His "issue" with Karen is she didn't like to do it in the ass. I didn't blame her, I am not sure if I wanted that 8 inch cock powerfucking my asshole either. Well not that I knew anything about that.

"Well atleast we get to spend the next however many weeks with mom and dad in Hawaii," I frowned.

"Haha! Andrea atleast we get to go to Hawaii. Besides, mom and dad aren't that bad. They will leave us alone for the most part and maybe we can see about getting you laid."

"Peter! I am not going to cheat on Tom. Seriously, it is gonna happen...I think." 

"For your sake, I hope so. But honestly I don't understand. You are hot."

"Stop!" I slapped his leg. Part of me wanted to half brush against his cock. I don't know why, maybe I was still horny or frustrated or curious.

"No really, listen to me. You are what like 115?"

"110!"

"Ok, ok, and you have a great body. Seriously, you have always had great boobs and I swear your legs and butt were made for yoga pants. Any high school guy with eyes and a dick should be doing anything for you."

"You are sweet," I blushed. Peter are always knew how to make me feel better. "Its not like I am a virgin. I guess I just want...what you and Karen have. Like, not just some quick sex, but like really fucking. Haha. I sound like a slut and I am not, but I want to go for hours. I want a guy to get so hard because of me, that he just needs to fuck me over and over again. I am open you know, you know I have played with my ass, I would be willing to let Tom try to get his cock in there..."

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Peter almost yelled. His cock was hard and flopping as he sat up. Honestly, it was beautiful. He told me Karen spent finals week sucking him off. He had serious studying to do and she sat under the table or on her knees on the floor and sucked his dick. He told me after the second time he cums, it takes a long time for him to get there again. She would just suck on it like all day. He told me at one point it felt so good, he just pushed her against the wall and fucked her mouth. It was another one of those throws of passion, he told me he was a bit sick of her begging, so he held her against the wall and fucked her mouth as hard as he could just yelling, "Here is my goddamn cock!"

"What?" I asked.

"You would let Tom do you in the ass?" His eyes were wide now.

"I think so. I know guys like that and I think it is kinda hot to think about," I smiled sweetly.

He slapped at my butt with his left hand. His cock wobbled as he moved. Yeah, I was noticing.

I laughed and rolled on my tummy. I stuck my ass up at Peter. "Yeah, I would. I mean you said I have a nice ass..."

He smacked it. "You are a tease! Letting a guy rub his dick on your ass is not the same as anal sex."

I looked back at him very seriously then rolled over to my back. I sat up slowly and looked into his eyes. "Peter, I would not tease about that. If I tell a guy he can fuck my ass. Then i mean he can push the head of his dick in my ass, then push in the shaft, as far as it can go," I moved closer to my brother. "...and when I say "fuck" you know what I mean. Deep, slow thrusting all the way to fast pumping."

Peter took a deep breath. "So, do you mind if I jerk a bit here."

I bit my lower lip. "Not at all sweetie. I like it when you get really turned on. Go get some lotion too. May as well make it feel as good as you can."

He nodded, and left the room.

I sighed and took off my pants. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I mean, I am not a cocky bitch but I looked good. 5'5 110 pounds, long brown hair, great perky tits and now that I looked at it, yeah Peter is right, my ass looks amazing in this black thong. I was always proud of my tits. 18 and 36 D. What girl wouldn't be, but all this ass talk was making me feel pretty damn good.

Peter returned and I looked back at him. "Must be something in the water," he said tossing the lotion on the bed. "Mom and dad are going at. I can hear them." "Haha, well atleast they are getting some tonight," I smiled.

Peter was looking at me. I mean of course he was, I was standing in my thong and a t-shirt. 

I turned around and slid onto the bed. "I assume you are ok if I rub a few out with you," I said as I lay next to him and rolled to my side so I can face him. 

"Not at all," He looked at me and took down his pants again. His cock was still hard. "So, you were talking about anal sex." 

I slid my hand down to my barely moist pussy. "Yes, maybe you can think about fucking Karen's pretty little ass. I mean, after she worships your cock with her lips, mouth and even her throat. I know how bad you want it, even while she is sucking on your balls, I bet you are looking at her ass and thinking what series of words or situations would it take for her to give that ass to you." I could see his cock getting very hard as he rubbed it. He looked at me intently and my pussy was getting very wet.

"Then after she sucked your dick. No, after she worshipped it, licking it all over, sucking the tip, shaft and your balls. After she, got it down into your throat, the way you love it, when she can't breath and her neck clenches your cock..."

He was breathing heavy and looking at me in a very intense way. He was jerking his lotioned dick slowly and watched me. I was very wet now, rubbing myself faster. 

"Finally your cock is out of her throat," My eyes are locked with his. "She is breathing heavy, a little spit still on her lips, or is that your precum..." I lick my lips and look at his cock. Not a glance, but I look. He strokes it very slowly as i look and continue, my pussy gushing now, "'Peter,' she says to you, 'I want you to take that cock...'" I point at his dick, "'...and fuck my ass as hard as you..."

Suddenly Peter was up, he moved quickly to the end of the bed. I put a healthy amount of lotion on his hand and rubbed his cock. He was staring at my ass. With his left hand he pulled down my thong. I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it. More than I had ever wanted anything. I rolled to my stomach and his hands were on my ass cheeks. He was rubbing them, then he spread them and started to rub my asshole. My whole body was tingling, my nipples were hard, my pussy was on fire--was this happening?

"Andrea, I am going to..."

"Do it," I said in a whisper that was almost a plea.

I had dildoed my ass before. Several times actually. But I was not ready for this.

My brother's cock felt huge and impossible. 

"Spread your ass for me," he said. 

I did my best with my hands and I felt his very hard, very hot cock against me. Then pressure, then a stretch and it hurt. Then, it was in. I knew it was in because the pressure grew and grew inside me then I felt him against me. This story is about a lot of things, but one of them is the intensity and intimacy of anal sex with my brother. We were connected, linked, physically and emotionally. 

Then he began to thrust very slowly. My body tingled and I was burning. This was exactly what I wanted. He pushed all the way in, then pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. Again and again. I knew I was going to cum and I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Mmm that's it, Andrea, cum with my cock in your ass."

His words were perfect and I came. Very deep in my body, not an eternal clit orgasm, something more. It was very intense and he began to thrust faster, harder, always trying to go deeper.

Soon he was fucking me fast. I spread my legs as best as I could and he held my hips and fucked. Hard. I came again. I knew every inch of his cock and this is exactly what it was supposed to do: fuck me. All my passion was there and I gave myself to him.

He was on top of me now, driving his dick up my ass and forcing my head on the bed. Harder and harder. I felt his balls slap against me with each hard thrust. All I could say was, "Buttfuck me. Buttfuck me. Buttfuck me!"

"I am going to cum in your ass," he grunted as he fucked.

"Yes, please! Cum!"

Suddenly he jerked and moaned and he was pumping cum in my ass. Not the little mouthful that Tom had given earlier. No, this seemed like buckets. He moaned and groaned as he gave me all the cum he could.

For a moment we just lay there, his dick in my ass and he on top of me. Brother and sister. Lovers.

Finally he whispered in my ear, "Well, what do we do now?" 



Good Girl Ch. 02



We stopped at a local takeaway for dinner before heading back to Jason's house. He carried my one remaining bag inside and I brought in my briefcase. He briefly introduced me to his housemate before leading me into his basement apartment. There was a living area with a computer and TV; he pointed out the bedroom and bathroom before sitting down on the sofa. He pulled me down onto his lap; I crossed my legs and rested my head against his chest.

"Did you enjoy your restroom experience, Jenny?" he asked as his fingers began to explore me. His cupped my face gently; his thumbs brushed across my cheeks, over my lips as I answered with a yes. His fingers smeared my lipgloss. "Don't wear this again," he said. "Do you understand me?"

I nodded. "Yes Sir. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Just learn," he said and handed me a paper towel from the nearby end table. I dutifully wiped my lips, and he wiped his thumb before returning to his exploration. His fingertips slid down my neck. "Are you wearing perfume?" he asked, bringing his face into my neck and hair. He inhaled deeply.

"No Sir," I answered truthfully. "Just my soap and shampoo."

"Good," he said and slid his hands down my shoulders, over my arms, squeezing gently every so often. "How are your studies coming?"

The question threw me. I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, fine, Sir." I paused for a moment as I enjoyed the sensation of his hands on me. His fingers crossed my waist and settled on the belt that held my dress closed. 

"Top of your class?" He smiled and kissed my shoulder. "Who would've thought you, a prim and proper law student, would come home and be aching to get gagged and fucked like a cheap whore?"

I flushed scarlet under his gaze. "Near the top, Sir," I said confidently. 

"Good," he said. "I've missed our talks but I'm glad you've been studying hard." His hand stroked my back gently; a shiver ran down my spine. "Cold?" he asked.

"No," I said. 

"Tired?" he asked, noting my heavy eyelids. I started to shake my head, but he held up his hand. "Don't lie to me, Jennifer. Are you tired?"

I sighed quietly and hung my head. "Yes, I am."

"You can go get ready for bed."

I climbed off his lap and he swatted my ass roughly as I stepped away from the sofa. I went to the bathroom and laid out my toiletries on the vanity. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then brushed my hair out. I changed into a sleep shirt—my old hockey jersey—and walked back into the living room barefoot.

"So, um," I said nervously, my fingers clasping nervously. "Thought I'd turn in now," I said. In truth I was exhausted from traveling and my mind was getting a little fuzzy. 

"Not forgetting something, are you?" he asked, standing up from his seat. 

"Hmm?" I asked. "I already brushed my teeth." He raised an eyebrow, and my eyes narrowed curiously. "Um. What is it? I need a reminder."

He shook his head, his jaw setting. "No. Go to sleep."

I stepped forward, biting my lower lip. "But I won't be able to sleep now."

"I'll remind you tomorrow," he said dismissively, turning away from me. "And well, like I said, punishments aren't meant to be pleasant." He glanced at me as I hung my head. "Maybe a night without sleep will jog your memory."

I bit my lip and he turned back to me. "Don't pout," he snapped.

"Yes Sir," I said, immediately straightening.

He frowned thoughtfully for a moment, moving closer. After a moment his hand flashed out and he backhanded me across the cheek. I sprawled on the floor and he went to sit in the chair by his computer. He turned it to face me. "I changed my mind," he said, watching me menacingly as I clutched my bruised cheek. "We had an evening agreement, I thought."

Of course! I remembered immediately, weeks ago he had laid down one of the rules of our time together; in addition to being at his sexual beck and call at all times, I would also suck his cock every night before bed. "Yes Sir," I whimpered.

He unzipped his pants slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with me. "Get your stupid, forgetful whore ass over here and do as you're supposed to."

"Yes Master," I whispered and crawled across the carpet to kneel between his spread legs. I slid my hand into his open pants and gripped his cock, gently pulling it out through the hole. I moved my hands over it a few times even as my other hand clutched my cheek.

Jason grabbed my hair roughly, his fingers tangling in my brown locks, and ordered: "Open up." I whimpered fearfully and opened my mouth, my lips trembling with trepidation. My eyes avoided his. 

He thrust his cock into my mouth, obviously unconcerned with my comfort. He thrust deeply into my mouth and into my throat, leaving me no time to breathe. I gagged around him, fumbling to put my hand against his stomach, as if to slow him down, but he wouldn't relent.

As I coughed and gagged, Jason smiled. He let me struggle for several moments before pulling me roughly off him. He dragged me up by my hair and threw me across the nearby desk on my stomach, bent over. 

I shuddered as I felt him bend close to me to whisper in my ear: "Don't ever forget your duty to me, whore."

"Yes, Master," I whispered, nodding enthusiastically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master."

He moved around behind me and pulled my panties down to my knees, then let them fall to my ankles. A moment later I felt his fingers slide up and down the slit of my pussy; I gave a strangled moan. He pulled his hand up. "Not enough," he muttered. I wondered what he meant for a moment until I felt his warm cockhead between my ass cheeks.

"Master?" I asked loudly, my fingertips gripping the edge of the desk. He ignored me and thrust forward roughly. The pain was excruciating as he tore into my ass. Later I would be surprised that there was no blood, but then I was sure that he had torn me in half. He pushed into me, then pulled out. God, it burned!

He thrust again roughly, grabbing my hair viciously. He pulled me up high enough that he could wrap his arm around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Jason bit my neck hard as he gave a particularly vicious thrust into my ass. 

"Please," I whimpered. "Master, please," I gasped, my hands clutching his arm, trying to pull it away from my neck. 

He fingers squeezed tighter; black spots swam in front of my eyes. "Don't fucking resist, whore," he snarled. Suddenly my sense of self-preservation was gone; I dropped my hands back to the table.

"Yes, Master," I said through clenched teeth, finally out of breath. 

I felt him thrust in a frenzy, his rhythm falling apart as he drove closer and closer until—he exploded inside me, coating my insides with his hot, stick seed. He drew back and shoved me roughly off the desk. I fell on my side and watched him walk into the bedroom. A moment later I heard the shower turn on. 

I must've dozed off; I opened my eyes to his arms encircling me. He helped me up and sat me on his knee as he sat on the bed. "Let me see," he said, brushing my hair off my face. His fingers touched my cheek tenderly, testing, teasing, probing. Finally he announced: "Nothing's broken" and leaned in to kiss my cheek gently.

"Thank you, Master," I said. 

He looked surprised as he stood us both up. "For what?"

"For teaching me," I said honestly. "I want to please you and I'm sorry I forgot our arrangement. Thank you for correcting me."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Go to bed, Jenny." He turned and walked towards the door. "You said you were afraid of the dark, didn't you?" 

"Yes Sir."

"Don't be afraid," he said as he turned off the lights. "I'll be right outside the door. Go to sleep." 

By the last ray of light as he shut the door, I climbed into his bed and pulled his blanket up around my shoulders. By the time my head hit the pillow, the door was closed and the room was dark.

I closed my eyes and, despite the soreness in my ass, managed to drift off to sleep.



Good Girl Ch. 02



A little bit of background for those who asked. I struggled a bit with this so may tweak it later. As before please be wanted that this has non con/reluctance.

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Things hadn't always been like this. Bree was born three years after Alex and had adored and hero worshipped him from the start. Once he'd got over the disappointment that she wasn't a boy little Alex had initially tolerated, then fiercely loved her. They'd always been close. He'd always been protective. But all in the normal way. Then their parents passed unexpectedly in a car accident and everything changed.

She'd been 18 and he 21 when it happened. Alex was recently graduated and just months into his new job. They'd both been devastated but he'd stepped up, moving her into his apartment and ignoring the well meaning but unappreciated offers of uncles and aunts to take Bree in instead. 

The first few months, year really, they'd both floated in a state of grief and trying to adjust to the new way of things. They hadn't lived together for the three years Alex had moved away to college and in a way they were getting to know their adult siblings for the first time. 

Bree took a year off from school but eventually went back to complete and graduate from her final year then begin the daunting task of college applications. Still everything remained relatively normal between them. 

The first hint of trouble occurred on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the summer before Bree began college. She'd come back exhausted from a morning swim and collapsed on the sofa in her bikini and an oversized white shirt she wore over it.

Some sense of awareness caused her to open her eyes perhaps hours later. She started to unexpectedly find her brother standing silently by the sofa looking down at her.

His normally fastidiously tidy dark hair was in disarray and his brown eyes were bleary and unfocused. 

She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and said "oh you scared me Alex!"

"Shut up" he replied tersely.

"What's wro-"

"I. Said. Shut up." He was gritting his teeth at this point and seemed to be staring at the hand on her chest with a singular focus.

Alex had never spoken to her like this before and Bree was confused and more than a little hurt by his behaviour. But she was scared too and remained silent.

He continued to stare at her hand while breathing heavily, until after a while he seemed to come to himself and drag a palm over his face while shutting his eyes.

Bree had the sensation of having barely skirted away from some danger. With her relief came the awareness she could smell alcohol over the overbearing chlorine that clung to her clothes.

"Have you been drinking?! It's 2 in the afternoon Alex! What the hell?" Oh how she'd wish later that she'd stayed silent.

"Which part of shut up don't you fucking understand?"

Bree was completely and utterly stunned now "I-"

"I work all day, everyday, to make sure we're fed and clothed and you can spend your days lounging around on my sofa barely dressed. I think I've more than earned the right to drink whenever I fucking feel like it" all this was delivered with a snarl and flashing eyes.

"I'm sorry i didn't realise things had been hard! You should have said I would have helped!" Bree shouted.

This was met with a derisive snort.

Bree was getting angry now. "I would have! So don't go getting angry at me for something I couldn't change" she snarled back.

Alex looked thoughtful at that and a little calmer. Bree relaxed back on the sofa with a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I guess we're both a little stressed. Of course you can do what you want I didn't mean to imply otherwise.." She trailed off as she realised Alex was paying her words no attention.

His eyes were drifting up and down her prone body and she finally realised why his eyes had been focused on her chest. Her nipples were jutting proudly and clearly visible through the thin material of her bikini and shirt.

Bree glanced upwards hesitantly but Alex continued to stare unashamedly and fixedly and as she watched in disbelief he reach down to his crotch and squeezed once, twice, firmly in between his legs. Bree gasped and slapped her hands over her breasts. Alex removed his gaze from her chest for the first time in minutes to flash his eyes angrily at hers. 

"Move your hands"

"Are you crazy? No!"

"Move them now." He gritted out. 

"Look you're drunk and you'll regret how much of an ass you're being in the morning" she tried to joke.

"Move your hands or I swear YOU will regret it" he said quietly but firmly.

Bree had never been so scared. Why was her doting brother acting so inappropriately.

"You just finished telling me how all I needed to do was tell you how to be useful and you'd do it"

"Not like this" she spluttered.

"I don't know how else you think you're going to be useful to me" he stated bluntly. "I haven't been able to bring a woman back here to fuck since you moved in. All I want is a look at the tits you've been walking around with on display all day but you're too selfish even for that." 

Speechless and stunned Bree stared up at him. He took advantage of her immobility to reach over and pull her hands to her side, exposing the objects of his current obsession again.

Bree remained frozen. He was definitely crazy and drunk right now but maybe he was right. She hadn't thought how her moving in might have affected his love life and since all he wanted to do was look...still she shivered uncomfortable under his unsmiling predatory gaze.

"That's it. Good girl".

That was the first time she heard that phrase from him. Little did she know how familiar it would become over the next few months. He would reward her with it whenever he came to her room at night and she immediately resignedly took off her clothes. He'd moan it while he fucked her mouth and she stared at him with wide pleading eyes desperate for air. And he would pant it with delight while he held her down and forced his cock into her ass. 

That afternoon he kept his promise and all he did was look for a few long minutes while breathing heavily. It made her skin crawl. He did grab his crotch occasionally too but she was much too frightened to protest. Finally with no warning he walked away. Bree breathed a sigh of relief, waited a few minutes for his footsteps to fade then ran upstairs and locked herself in her bedroom.

While in there her thoughts jumped from anger to guilt to shame and back again until she fell into an uneasy slumber.

A few hours later Bree came downstairs cautiously. Alex had shouted up that he was ordering pizza a while ago and she'd just heard the bell ring. She heard him talking to the pizza boy and he walked into the kitchen carrying a stack of boxes shortly after. 

He showed no signs of awkwardness or regret as he pulled plates out of the cupboard. Bree however felt tense- her brother had spent the afternoon staring at her boobs for Gods sake!

"Are we feeding a football team?" Bree asked. Her stomach chose that unfortunate moment to grumble.

Alex laughed delightedly "nope I just know how hungry my sister gets."

Bree threw a towel at him and with that some normalcy returned on her part.

They settled down in front of the tv to an old episode of South Park with their feast as if the events of the afternoon had never happened. Several re-incarnations of Kenny later a sleepy Bree had forgotten her wariness enough to sprawl on Alex's chest full and content. Alex half heartedly flicked through the channels to find something else while playing with Bree's hair. He finally settled on a movie on the horror channel so Bree allowed her eyes to close and block it out.

Bree woke an indeterminate amount of time later confused. She was still in the living room and all was dark apart from the light that shone from the muted tv. While she'd fallen asleep to the sound of young soon to be murdered co-eds screaming. If the volume was turned up right now the woman on the screen would be doing a different kind of screaming entirely.

She was a petite blond woman with innocent wide blue eyes, long blond hair plaited in pigtails and a little pink mouth hanging in an "O" of panic and disbelief. More notably she was on all fours as naked as the day she was born, with large and heavy swinging tits topped with pink nipples. They were swinging from the force of the thrusts of the large, muscled tattooed man pounding away behind her. The contrast between their size was shocking and explained the grimace of pain crossing the woman's features. Bree took in more of the scene and realised they were in a prison cell and a queue of men waited behind him, presumably to take their turn in fucking the innocent blond. She didn't need to unmute the tv to imagine the story there.

Despite the inappropriate scene being played out on the living room screen, there was an even bigger source to Bree's sleepy confusion. While she'd fallen asleep sat up and snuggled on Alex's chest. She was now prone on her back with the bottom of her dress flipped up above her waist and the weight of her brother settled between her legs.

--

Bree lay in the dark of the living room with her blue summer dress rucked up to her waist. Her legs were spread wide to the point of pain to accommodate her brother between them. Said brother had a punishing grip on her hips holding her in place while he ground down into the vee of her legs with his crotch. As well as pushing down and into her firmly repeatedly, occasionally he would drag his erection -enclosed only in his boxers- up and down or side to side for added friction. She could feel his dick twitch through his underwear and hers when he did that and it was always accompanied with a keening moan into her ear and a particular frantic thrust into her panty clothed pussy always followed.

The last cobwebs of sleep cleared from Bree's mind to be replaced with horror. 

"Alex?" Bree said fearfully.

"Mm?" He barely spared her a glance on realising she'd woken but continued to dry hump her unashamedly with complete entitlement.

"You need to stop, this is wrong!" Bree said frantically pushing at him with her hands and trying to unseat him by bucking her hips. This served to only push her more firmly into him.

"Urgh. Yeah. Fuck. Do that again. Push your cunt up again" Alex picked up the pace, thrusting against her with a desperation she didn't understand.

Bree hurriedly settled back on the sofa. She had no idea what to do. The most she'd done with a guy was a few fumbled kisses in the back row of a cinema. She'd never had to handle such crude single minded lust.

"Alex. Alex! Please please stop" she begged on a broken sob.

Miraculously he halted in his movements and pushed up with his hands to look down at her, but kept his cock pushed against her.

He stared with seeming indifference at her tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Bree was stunned, as if that required explanation! When she didn't reply after a few seconds he moved to resume his previous actions and panicked she pushed up against his shoulders and said "No no wait I'm sorry please don't! I just don't understand what's happening we were watching tv.."

"Yeah and I changed the channel while you were sleeping. I got a hard on watching her get fucked and you were here all ready and available."

"And you don't think that's wrong?!" Bree said incredulously. "To use me while I'm sleeping? I'm your sister this is disgusting!"

"Well it doesn't disgust me. I'm hard, you're here. It'd be stupid to use my own hand. Go back to sleep for all I care just let me finish." he said with hard eyes pinning her.

Bree couldn't believe his complete disregard for her wishes. He was sober now there was no excuse. Surely he hadn't always been like this, she would have noticed right?

"Look. I'm being nice here. I'm not fucking you, you've got your underwear on and so do I what's the big deal?" He said defensively. "Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be."

With that he pulled her smooth legs apart even wider and pushed them back towards her chest. He stared at the pink underwear wrapped snugly around and in between her pussy lips for a while then settled his weight back down on her. His arms went under her to grab her shoulders and pull her down into his thrusts.

Little huffs of effort left him with each push and Bree's teary eyes drifted over to the tv looking for a distraction from her brother's actions.

The on screen woman was now being fucked by three men at once and she was covered in cum. A close up on her face showed her lips painfully stretched around a thick cock and her cheeks visibly distended with the effort. Her eyes looked straight into the camera with resignation and her previous innocence was marred by the streaks of cum dripping from her face. She barely grimaced as the man in her ass finished and was replaced with another. Bree closed her eyes in despair.



Good Girl Ch. 02



All names, references, and acts in this story are fictional. No copyright infringement was intended in the making of this piece. The story is meant purely as entertainment, please talk to your partner and do research before attempting any BDSM related activities. Safe, Sane, Consensual are the three key principles whenever considering any BDSM activity. Please do not copy this story without contacting and receiving express permission from the author. Any constructive criticism is appreciated.

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She thought she was dying. 

Well, perhaps not exactly dying, but Alex was pretty sure that if she wasn't careful, she was going to fall apart in the middle of an expensive restaurant, and the combination of humiliation and the exquisite pleasure she was getting from a vibrating egg deep inside her would be enough to stop her heart. 

"How's it going over there, darling?" James, or rather, Dr. Stoll, sat across from the table, toying with his wineglass. They had been sitting in the restaurant for almost two hours, talking about everything from her new promotion at work to the effect epigenetic research was having on his work at the lab. And every so often, just when she least expected it, Dr. Stoll would reach into his pants pocket and press the button on the remote that would leave Alex hardly breathing. 

"I'm just-" Her breath caught, and she dug her nails into her palm as the waiter sailed by to check on their table. "Fine." It was a whisper. 

James chuckled and relaxed back into his seat, reaching for her hand. "Good. I wouldn't want you to be...uncomfortable." 

Alex let him play with her fingers, fascinated by the warmth of his touch. Had she really only met him a few weeks ago? A few weeks since he had broadened her horizons so wonderfully that she was certain she'd never go back to just vanilla sex? 

A quick burst on her clit told her that James was playing with the remote again.

"James?" She said his first name hesitantly. Although they had decided to keep their sexual appetites private, Alex knew that they were playing right now. 

"Yes, my good girl?" He pierced her to the back of the booth with his gaze. Just the sound of his pet name for her made Alex gush into the seat a little more. If she had been wearing panties, they would have been ruined, along with so many of her others in the last weeks. 

"I think, I mean, I don't want to ask-" She stammered, unsure all of a sudden. 

"Please, ask. You should always feel free to ask." He rubbed his thumb over the back of her knuckles, his much larger hand making her feel so delicate. 

"It's just that, well, can we go?" At his raised eyebrow, she blushed. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."

"What is it exactly you're holding out for? You can come in this restaurant if you like," he murmured nonchalantly, his voice deep enough that only she could hear. 

Alex felt her heart hammering, thinking for a moment that this is why he took her here, why he slipped up behind her as she was getting dressed, and slid the vibrating egg home into her already dripping pussy before they ever left her apartment. A little hidden adornment for my good girl, he had said. 

"But if you'd rather go, I have some things at my place we could do," James laughed at her desperate look. "Well I suppose I had better settle the bill, if you're going to look at me like that." 

They were paid and back out to the car in record time, with Dr. Stoll saying very little except that once they left the restaurant, Alex was no longer allowed to come and if she did, there would be a high price to pay. Back in the car, he set her little egg on a low vibration and left it that way.

Not quite enough to bring her over the edge, Alex sat in frustration as she settled into Dr. Stoll's leather seats. She felt the back of her dress slide up as she sat, and her rather wet pussy made contact with the cold seats. 

"Are you dripping onto my seats, Alex?" Dr. Stoll turned out of the parking lot and onto the main road, taking his time so that he could sneak glances at the woman beside him.

Now that they were in private, Alex used a different name for James. 

"Yes, Dr. Stoll." 

By the time they arrived home, Alex was fairly certain she had created a small lake in the seat of Dr. Stoll's car, and she was mad with desire. If she didn't know that she would be punished, she would have already had a few fingers playing with herself. As it was, the second they had ridden the elevator up to his apartment and walked in the door, Alex knelt in front of Dr. Stoll, knees slightly spread as he had taught her. 

"Please," she moaned, her muscles quivering with effort to keep the egg inside her in this position. 

"Please what, Alex? You have to tell me what you want." His broad hand settled on top of her head, stroking it just a little. She leaned into his touch as he caressed her cheek, and suddenly gripped her chin, tilting her head up so she could meet his eyes. 

"Please fuck me, Sir," Alex whimpered, her hands practically shaking. The egg hadn't stopped its low hum since she had gotten into the car what felt like hours ago. 

Dr. Stoll tsked and shook his head. "Not yet, even though you've been quite a good girl this evening. I have some other things planned first. Stay there, and do not move. If the egg comes out, it will not end well for you, darling." He walked away, leaving her in the foyer, kneeling on the slate tiles. 

She had found that he loved these moments, the anticipation and build up as he let her sit and think about what was to come. Almost as sexy to her as the physical, the mental games he played made her feel both unsteady and safe, as though she were about to fall but knew he would be there to catch her. 

There was silence throughout the apartment, broken up by muffled footsteps on carpet as Alex relaxed slightly so she was resting her weight on the back of her heels. She waited there, clenching her inner muscled so tight she already knew there would be an ache in the morning. But no matter what, she wasn't going to let that egg drop. 

She could feel him coming up behind her, saying nothing as he dropped a silken blindfold over her eyes that was made out of one of his many dark ties. He helped her stand, unsteady on the black pumps she wore to dinner. 

Alex traced their steps as Dr. Stoll walked her through the apartment, realizing they were in his bedroom even with the blindfold on. If she had been able to see, she would have taken in the deep blues and grays that made up the bedspread, the elegant black dresser and other furnishings. In the background, his sophisticated stereo system that was nothing more than a sleek black box was playing Thelonious Monk. Surprised when she bumped into something in the middle of the room, she waved her hands around, unsteady. 

"Sir?" She asked, confused. 

"I've been working on this for a while now. It's something special for you. Both of us, really. It's a chair, be a good girl and take a seat. Remove your clothes but keep the shoes." If his tone hadn't been so deadly calm, Alex would have chuckled slightly. He really did love the high heels when she wore them.

Instantly compliant and sinking very quickly into what she was learning was 'subspace', Alex felt around for the arm rests and settled into the chair. It was wooden, and slightly cold on her bare skin. 

Dr. Stoll quickly produced rope and bound her arms to the rests and her ankles to the legs. She heard a slight click as something heavy settled around her neck. 

"Do you like the way that feels, my good girl? My collar around your neck, a little something to remind you who is in control right now," his lips were close enough to her ear that she felt warm breath on her neck, and she shivered. 

"Yes, Dr. Stoll." 

"We'll find something a little more delicate for you to wear in public, if you wish," he said, straightening. "It wouldn't do for you to have that on at work, I suppose." 

"No, Dr. Stoll." 

"Very well then. Now, I see that little egg is still inside you, as I requested. You've been absolutely magnificent this evening. Would you like a reward?"

"Yes, please, Dr. Stoll." 

Without speaking, James knelt down in front of her and unlatched part of the chair, allowing the two legs to swing apart, spreading Alex wide open. She gasped and squirmed in her bonds, but there was hardly any room to move. He really did have a way with those knots.

Dr. Stoll turned off the egg and carefully slipped it out, noticing the gush of her arousal as he did so. "I'll have to remember you like this one," he murmured, almost to himself. 

Just the touch of one finger sliding back and forth along her sex was enough to have Alex moaning and stretching in her bonds, mewling her frustration softly. He never let up, one broad hand on her hip to keep her steady as he torturously went up and down, ever so gently spreading her lips open with one finger. 

When she thought she was going to scream, he stopped, taking his hand and caressing first one breast, then the other, with his wet finger. She felt her nipples harden and throb in time with her aching clit. Was he trying to kill her? 

"Open," came the command, and obediently she felt her jaw go slack and her tongue peek out from behind her lower lip. 

She tasted a little salty, a little sweet. The first time he had held up his fingers to her mouth this way she had been taken aback, but since then she had found that in the right mood, her own arousal was an incredibly sexy thing. She lapped at his finger, swirling her tongue around the tip.

"If you keep that up, my good girl, I'll have to put something else in that mouth of yours," Dr. Stoll warned. 

She sucked his finger harder. 

"I see," he said, pushing the egg back inside her before standing up and locking the legs of the chair back together so that it was sealed inside. She heard the clink of his belt buckle opening, and the low levels of vibration started back up in her pussy just as his rather swollen cock met with her lips. Bound as she was, she could only lean forward slightly to take him into her mouth. Rather than let her struggle, James was more than happy to surge forward, letting her take the length of him in, careful not to push too far. 

Just like so many other things, Alex had found that some acts she hadn't enjoyed with other men had become exquisite pleasure with Dr. Stoll. He always allowed her to take her time, to explore him the way he explored her, to take pleasure in pleasing him. His hand fisted in her hair never forced her to take more than she could handle, his grip just tight enough to remind her of his power. 

For a few moments she played with the head of him, her tongue swirling around and around until James thought he was the one going insane. Just before he released, she switched tactics and took him as deep as she could, feeling the back of him barely touching her throat. 

He pulled out suddenly, his breathing shaky. "Not yet, my good girl, although that was certainly very...good." 

She smiled, pleased with herself. "Thank you, Dr. Stoll." 

"You're welcome. Now then, where were we? Ah yes, a reward for my good girl." 

She relaxed back into the chair as he unlocked her legs and spread them again, this time wider than before. There was a moment for her to think how grateful she was that she practiced yoga most mornings, and then his tongue was on her clit and the egg's vibrations climbed higher and there was nothing but sensation and arousal, her mind going blank with pleasure. 

Alex heard someone moaning loudly, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own voice. 

"Please, please, please," She was saying in a tone she had never heard coming from her lips before. He reduced her to such nonsense every time she felt his mouth on her pussy, it was as if he really did have a magic touch. 

"Ask for it, Alex," Dr. Stoll warned darkly from between her legs. 

"Please let me come, Sir," She screamed, barely coherent. 

"Come for me, my good girl," he whispered against her sex, so quiet she could barely hear him. 

She melted into the chair and then arched her back, her body releasing such pent up frustration that even Dr. Stoll was surprised at the force of her orgasm. It went on for over a minute, with him between her legs lapping at her clit until she settled back down. 

With a quick touch to her clit that had her jerking in her bonds, Dr. Stoll stood and undid the ropes that secured her to the chair, ending with the tie around her eyes. 

Blinking in the dim light, Alex looked down at the mess she made on the chair, which was now dripping onto the carpet. "I'm sorry, Dr. Stoll. I'll clean that up in a minute." She tried to stand, but her legs weren't cooperating. 

"You most certainly will not," he commanded as he scooped her up and let her back down on the bed, rubbing her wrists and ankles as he always did, checking to make sure there was no bruising. "And never apologize for being one of the most beautiful, special, wonderful things in my life. I love that you made a mess for me." He kissed her and went to move the chair back into the spare bedroom where he had been hiding it from her for the past week. 

After a moment, he joined her in the bed where she was dozing. Batting sleepy eyes at him, Alex rolled over so that they were facing each other, one hand coming up to caress his cheek. 

"Thank you, Dr. Stoll," she murmured. 

"Just James, darling," he whispered as he slid his hand between her legs, finding her clit unerringly. Emboldened by the fact that they were no longer playing, she pushed his shoulders into the bed and settled herself on top of him, her breasts swaying slightly as she rode him.

No matter what position, Dr. James Stoll was convinced that he had never truly understood the meaning of perfection until he was buried inside Alexandra Clarence.



Good Girl Ch. 02



We lay still for some time like that. It was nice being so close to him, to feel his warm skin against me and his breath on my back. I loved my brother. I knew then that I always had, at some level, known that he was the one I wanted. But wait.

A panic ran over me. What the fuck just happened? I could feel his softening cock in my ass and my ass was literally full of his cum. What did we just do?

"Are you ok?" Peter asked in my ear. He was so sensitive, I am sure he felt me tensing up.

"Um...yeah of course," I lied. I began to wiggle out from under him. "I need to get cleaned up and into bed." I got up and quickly grabbed my clothes. "4:30 is gonna hit us quick."

Peter sat up. He still had his shirt on, and his pants were around his ankles. He looked at me with a bit of a frown. "Andrea, are you ok? I mean with what just happened?"

I glanced at him as I slid my pants on. My heart pounded from panic, but I am not gonna lie, he still looked so beautiful to me. If I wasn't totally freaking out I would have, climbed on him and sucked his softening cock--I didn't care that it was just up my ass. "Yeah, I am fine," I managed to say. "I just, it is late and..."

"Stop," he said firmly. "Look, you are my sister. You are the closest one to me in the world. I know the, what just happened I mean, is so unexpected. I can't believe what just happened, I am reeling. I just need to know that you are ok."

I looked away from him. "Peter," I started. What do I say? "I am fine, I mean, I can't believe we just did that. I mean, you are my brother and we just had anal sex."

He smiled at me. "Yes we did."

I frowned at him. What were we doing? "I am sorry I just need to think about this. I mean, I am fine, but I need to think about this."

I walked out of his room before he could reply. My stomach was in knots and I felt tears building up around my eyes. I fell into my bed and lay still. Did that just happen? I could feel his cum in my ass, some of it leaking out. Fuck. It did. What do I do now? I went into the bathroom and did my best to clean up. I sat on the toilet for a long time. Peter knocked several times, but I just told him that I needed time. A cold feeling ran over me. My mind raced back and forth, trying to wrap around the fact that I had just had sex with my brother.

I slipped out of the bathroom as quietly as I could and went back to my bed. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Tom: Hi honey. I miss you. 

I felt like a fraud sending it. 

My phone beeped. "Miss you too. I hope you have a good trip."

I sighed and wrote back: I really liked what we did today. Can't wait to feel you inside me.

He wrote back: Me too. You give great head.

See and that was the problem. Texting Tom and even talking to Tom was like trying to squeeze water out of a rock. I tossed my phone to the floor and sighed. The truth was that this was one of those moment when I had to be real. What was I feeling? Why was I texting this boy that seemed to have no interest in me? More importantly, why do I always run back to Peter? I mean I loved him. He was my closest friend. But, is he my lover? Or is that what you would call what we did?

My mind ran in circles and somewhere between cringing that I was going to end up on some talk show and missing Peter's touch I fell asleep.

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"Andrea," Peter's voice was very soft but firm. 

I opened my eyes to see him sitting beside me on the bed. It was good to see him.

"It's time to get up, I don't think you set your alarm."

I glanced at my clock. 4:40. "Shit!" I blurted and sat up. "Is dad pissed?" 

"No, but we need to get moving fast."

The morning (if you can call pre 6 am morning) was a blur of teeth brushing, piling in the old family car and driving to the airport. I felt a tension with Peter in the backseat, through the airport terminal, the waiting area and on the plane. I acted tired, but the truth was that I was confused. I felt like I was in middle school again, with a crush on a boy and all the craziness that comes with that. But did I have a crush on him? Or was I just scared of him now? No matter what, everything had changed. Once your brother puts his dick in your ass and cums, there is no going back to the way things were. 

I decided to take a different tactic and traded seats with my mom on the plane. She looked adorable in her floral blouse, big sunglasses and tan, toned arms. My mom was a marvel and I hoped to look half as good as she does when I get her age. 

I plopped down next to my dad and put my head on his shoulder. My dad and I were close when I was young, but things changed when I hit high school. I guess he always felt a little lame and distant now. Or maybe that wasn't fair. But he always spoiled me rotten, which i loved of course and he was great for just having random talks. That is what I needed right now. Randomness.

He was a handsome man, nice smile and very warm eyes. They were always inviting and I knew he only ever said a third of what he was thinking. 

"I am so glad you and Peter can come on this trip," he said as I leaned on him. "Just wait till you see all the stuff your mom and I have done to the house in Hawaii."

"Well dad, I am glad we can all go to. It is so good to be together," I muttered sarcastically. Ok, yeah, I can be a bitch.

"Oh, stop," he laughed. "It will be fun. Besides you can just lay around in your little bikini and not worry about anything."

"Oh so now you are ok with me in a bikini?" I smirked. 

"Of course, you are all grown up now. You can do whatever you want. I will love you no matter what." He put his arm around me. "You are a pretty girl and you should feel pretty."

I smiled. I glanced across the aisle at Peter. My mom was telling him some story about the car wash or something. He glanced at me and winked. I looked away and rolled my eyes. My heart skipped a bit. Why did he look so hot to me right now? Did I always feel like this? I thought about climbing over my dad, then my mom. Straddling Peter, undoing his pants and guiding his perfect cock into me. Then just riding him and gripping his cock with my pussy. His hands would grip my ass and hold me as I fucked...

"What are you thinking about?" My dad asked suddenly.

I looked up at him. "What? Nothing. Hawaii I guess. Why?"

He looked at me suspiciously. "You just seem flushed. Are you ok?"

"I am fine," I looked away from him and out the window. 

He placed his warm hand on my leg for a second. "Well we are going to have a great time in Hawaii. I miss our father daughter time." He squeezed my knee softly for a second.

It felt nice. Dad was great. 

I kept thinking about fucking Peter on the plane. Pretty much constantly. I thought about riding his cock until he came in me. I thought about how he took me last night. How he just pulled my thong down and fucked me in the ass. I thought of the stories he told about Karen and the videos that I had seen. There was something in there I wanted. The want was in the pit of my stomach and it made my pussy wet and my hands shake. I wanted him to take control. 

What was I thinking? I shook my head and kept looking out the window. I mean. Am I ok with this? I have been thinking filthy thoughts about him for the last 3 hours. Did I really want to drink my brother's cum? That sounded so good to me. Just to have him jerk off on my face. Wait what? My heart was pounding. Fuck. Who was I kidding? I wanted this. I really did. I looked at Peter and he was already looking at me. I smiled at him. He smiled back. This was not going to be an easy flight. Still had two more hours.

My dad put his book down and looked at me. "So how are things with Tom?" 

I frowned. "I don't think it is gonna work out. You know I just don't think I am into high school guys anymore."

My dad smiled. "Yeah, honestly I never really liked that kid so i can't say I am too disappointed. You are too mature, you need someone a bit older and wiser."

"I know daddy," I said sweetly. "Someone just like you." I kissed him softly on the cheek.

He looked at me. "That's exactly what I mean." He touched my thigh again, "I want my little girl to get exactly what she needs." I looked at him again. He was a handsome man. I bet he was a great lover, actually I knew he was because my mom told me. On New Year's eve they both had too much to drink and I could hear them fucking in the bathroom at our house. I remember my mom telling me the next morning while she was hung over that she was going to have to stay seated most of the day. I guess my dad fucked her so hard she couldn't walk. Yeah that was pretty awesome. Like I said, my mom was hot, so my dad had to be good in the sack if he was going to keep a woman like that satisfied. I thought about a time when I was really young and I saw my mom blowing my dad while we were on a road trip. That was the first time I ever saw a dick or anything for that matter. I remember my mom sucking him off then sitting up and looking at me with cum on her chin. She rubbed it off with her finger, licked her finger then winked at me. 

I stood up and slipped by my dad. He leaned back for me, and I felt like he was looking at my ass. Or maybe I was imagining it. Whatever, I was going to the bathroom to rub one or two out thinking about my brother so who was I to judge.

I made my way to the bathroom and as I was about to go in Peter said my name behind.

I turned and looked at him walking up the aisle.

"Quick," he gestured to the bathroom door. 

I glanced around and no one was really paying attention. I slipped into the bathroom and he was right behind me. Now the room was tiny and we were barely able to stand in there together.

"I wanted to be sure you were ok," he muttered.

I slid my hand down on the bulge in his pants and squeezed a bit.

"Yeah, I think I am," I said looking in his eyes.

"I saw you flirting with dad," he whispered as he put his arms around me.

"Were you jealous?" I asked as I worked the button on his pants.

"No, I kept picturing your mouth around my cock," he said.

"You mean like this?" 

I dropped to my knees and pushed him back to make room. I took his dick in my mouth and groaned. Seriously it tasted like...home. It was already hard and I sucked it furiously.

"Yes Andrea," he whispered. He put his hands on my head and started to thrust. At first I tried to guide him with my hands, but I couldn't. I let them hang onto his ass as he thrusted into my mouth. "Your mouth is perfect. Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck your mouth?"

I moaned at his words and kept sucking. It tasted and felt so good.

"All those times you saw me jerk off, I wanted to just shoot it in your mouth, or I wanted to climb on your bed and ram my cock down your throat."

He thrusted faster and faster. He gripped my hair tightly. "You shouldn't be blowing Tom," he muttered. "You should be sucking and choking on your brother's cock. Just like this."

He forced my head forward and his dick went into my throat. I gagged on it but he held me there so tightly. I knew how to suck cock, but this was more. This was new. He was fucking my throat and I loved it.

He pulled it back, looked down at my watery eyes then rammed it in again. "Everyday, Andrea, you should be sucking me dick. Every time I was with Karen, I wanted it to be you. Oh shit I am going to cum."

Then he started cumming and all I could do was swallow. I gulped and gulped. That is when I realized for the first time how much I loved his cum. Something was always missing in every other guy I sucked and all the loads I swallowed, this is what I had been wanting. I wanted every drop.

When he was done, he pulled out of my mouth and took a deep breath. He looked at me sweetly, but with a worried look in his eyes. "I am sorry Andrea, if that was too much or rough or whatever. You just make me crazy."

I licked my lips and slid up against him, helping him get his pants back up. "No Peter, please don't apologize. I want you to take me. I really want you to let go with me. I want to let go with you."

He smiled at me, hugged me. "I can't wait to get to the hotel."

I smiled. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.



Good Girl Ch. 03



Sometime during the night, Jason had come to bed. I didn't hear him, didn't consciously notice until I woke the next morning to find my arm thrown over his side. I laid against his back, my face buried against his toussled curls as I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. I closed my eyes and settled back in against him, sighing contentedly against his neck.

I had no way of knowing how long had passed when I felt him turn onto his back. I shifted too, moving to rest my head across his chest and was pleased when he raised his hand to brush my hair off my face. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, raising my head. "Good morning," I murmured.

"Morning," he mumbled, stroking my cheek briefly. "That shade of blue is lovely on you, Jenny."

I looked down. "Hmm?" My jersey was red and white. "What do you mean?" I asked him quizzically. He stood up and walked to his dresser, looking into the mirror above it. He gestured for me to follow; I stood and walked over.

"Stand here," he said, pulling me to stand in front of him. He wrapped one arm possessively around my waist, his fingers curling into my hip. The other hand brushed my hair from my face to reveal a bruise on my cheek the size of a dime. My chest swelled with pleasure; he had marked me.

I had marked myself at his behest many times since we first spoken, slapping myself as best I could whenever it was his wish I should be slapped. Rough strikes to my cheek and vicious stripes from a belt were just two of the ways I had marked myself for him. But now he had marked me; I was his. I was ashamed that it came about due to my failure, but I couldn't deny the thrill of seeing the bruise on my cheekbone.

"Thank you, Sir," I whispered, closing my eyes as I felt tears well in them. It was no use; I felt a hot tear escape and roll down my cheek, burning down to my jaw. 

"What's wrong?" Jason asked immediately, turning me around to face him. "Did I hurt you too badly, Jenny?" His thumb came up to brush the trail my tear left on my cheek, but that only caused a cascade to erupt from under my eyelids. "Shh, shh," he said. "Tell me what's wrong."

I swallowed and wiped my face on my sleeve. "N-nothing is wrong," I said honestly as Jason wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me to his chest. I felt my hot tears dampen his shirt as he pet my hair. The truth was I'd never been happier than I was right then: his. "I've never felt better, Jason."

His finger touched my chin and I instinctively raised my head. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. It began softly, his lips tender against mine, but grew ever more possessive as he tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me harder against him. After a moment I was forced to draw back, panting against his neck.

He suffered no such shortness of breath as he lowered his lips to my ear and ordered, "Say it now."

There was no question what he wanted to hear. I'd said it many times, spoken it aloud and typed it out. There was no hesitation in my heart as I breathed luxuriously against his ear, "I love you."

His fingers stroked my hair and smiled that cruel, alluring smile of his down at me. "Good girl. Now go take a shower while I take care of my morning business."

"Yes Sir," I answered, turning towards the bathroom. 

"Jenny?" he asked, snatching my hand before I could go out of arm's length. I turned back to him, eyebrow raised. He smiled hesitantly. "A few things." He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his knee. I immediately sat, grimacing at the pressure on my sore ass. "First, you may not climax in the shower. You can touch yourself only insofar as you need to bathe."

"Of course," I said, blushing. God, I hadn't thought of touching myself in the shower til now. It would've been much easier if he hadn't mentioned it. 

"Are you wondering why I didn't say it back?" he asked, his eyes staring into mine. I shook my head. "Answer me. Did it bother you?" he demanded impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Sir. No Sir."

"Why?"

That was simple. "Because I know you do, whether you say it or not. Because it is not for me to decide what you say or when you say it." I looked down, away from those pale, cruel eyes. His hand stroked my cheek, his thumb brushing across the bruise there. I paused briefly before continuing, "Because I belong to you. Whether you love me doesn't matter. I'm yours until you decide that you've finished with me."

He smiled lightly, stroking my cheek. I turned my head to kiss his palm before looking back up at him. "Good answer," he said. "It so happens that I love you, Jenny. Now go get ready." He stood us up and swatted me roughly on the ass to get me moving.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," I said, almost skipping into the bathroom, his words echoing in my mind. Fifteen minutes later I stepped out of the shower to see him standing at the mirror, brushing his teeth. He nodded at me and spit the toothpaste out, then turned and took the towel out of my hand. 

"Let me get a look at you," he said, turning me so I was standing in front of him at the mirror. He gently dried me off, examining my body as he did. His hand slid over my back, across my side, around to my chest. He cupped both my breasts, his thumbs playing over my nipples. A jet of heat raced through my stomach and headed south. "Do you like that?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," I confessed, arching my back to press my hips back against him. The flannel of his boxers was rough against my skin. His hands slid down my chest, across the flat expanse of my stomach, to grip my hips. His fingertips were dangerously close to my pussy. "Master, please," I whispered.

"Please what?" he asked, carefully towelling off my stomach before sliding the towel down to my pussy. The terrycloth was exquisite against my lips and clit; he knew just what pressure to apply to make me whimper. 

"Please don't," I gasped. "You'll make me come and I don't have permission. Please!"

"But this is fun," he said wickedly, dropping the towel to his other hand. He began to dry my legs as his now-free hand spread my pussy lips. "Spread your legs, Jenny."

I whimpered but obeyed. "Please, Master, please let me come," I panted as he slid his middle finger inside my virgin pussy. 

"God, you're tight," he whispered, his fingers pushing the towel roughly down my thigh. "Your little toy is the biggest thing you've had inside your cunt?"

I blushed and nodded. "Whenever it was your pleasure to order me to," I said, biting my lower lip. "Master, did you hear me? Please, I'm--"

"I heard you," he said harshly, pushing his thumb up hard against my clit. I gave a pitiful whimper. "Not yet, Jenny. Not yet." And he abruptly pulled his hand from my pussy. 

I was devastated and relieved, torn between begging him to touch me again and thanking him for stopping the torture. I remained silent until he turned me around to face him. He dropped the towel and lifted me effortlessly onto the vanity counter. "Mmm," he said, kneeling to inspect my pussy. "Nice and bare, just as I ordered. Very good."

He leaned forward and lapped at my clit briefly before straightening. He dropped his boxers; his hard cock bounced in front of me. I stared at it, my mouth watering; God, I wanted him. He took my chin in his hand and made me look up at him. "For now...for this one time...you don't need to ask me for permission, Jenny. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said, unable to keep the confusion from my voice. He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me closer to the edge of the counter.

"Just...be sweet to me, Jenny," he breathed against my neck before leaning in to kiss me on the lips. His tongue emerged from his mouth to run across my bottom lip; I kissed his tongue, sucking gently. So engaged was I in his kiss that I barely noticed his cock rubbing against my thigh until he slowly pushed it inside me.

I gasped, breaking the kiss to toss my head back. His thickness hurt me as it stretched me, forcing me apart. I groaned in pain, spreading my legs wider. Jason slid one hand down my side to my hip to hold me in place as he pushed into me. His other hand cupped my cheek and neck, eagerly pulling my lips to his again.

He devoured me as he slid inside me until I was pressed flat against him. I could feel his pubic hair tickling my thighs, his balls were warm against my pussy lips. My nipples were hard against his chest, my lips hungry on his. After a moment, he drew his hips back and I wanted to cry; I needed him! He couldn't leave me like this. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist. He teasingly slapped my hip and drew away from my kiss to whisper against my ear, "Let go...you'll like it better this way." I reluctantly released his body; he pulled out until just the head was still inside my pussy, then pushed his hips forward again. 

If having him inside me was bliss, adding friction was Nirvana. I gave a brief cry of pleasure and surprise before I began to rock my hips with his thrusts. He kissed me, pressed me back against the foggy mirror. I instinctively knew this was different; I was not his slave, his slut, his whore. He was making love to me.

Even so, though it was a different kind of dominance, he was dominating me. He had me; I knew I would do anything to have him, to please him, to satisfy him, to love him. He knew it too. His hand squeezed my hip and pulled me against his chest. Jason whispered against my neck, "God, Jenny, yes."

I came hard, my entire body clenching. My toes curled so tight they almost cramped, and the cry I loosed echoed off the tiled bathroom walls. My pussy flooded and warmed, a veritable volcano of desire now. He grunted as I tightened and spasmed around him. "Good girl," he gasped, leaning in to bite my neck teasingly as he thrust into me. 

As I unclenched, his hands both went to my hips, lifting me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, clasping my fingers behind his neck. A moment later he sat on the edge of the bed, still buried inside me. I moaned against his neck, gasping in pleasure as he clenched his legs and pushed up inside me.

"More," I panted just before capturing his lips for another lengthy kiss. His hands, still on my hips, began to guide me, rocking me and pushing me up and down. With each thrust I gave a guttural moan against his lips until he finally broke away and laid back on the bed.

"Just like that, Jenny. Yes, ride me. Ride my cock," he said, staring up at me as I continued to do as he had shown me with his hands. I braced my hands against his chest, my fingers playing across his nipples. I ached to lick them, to take them in my mouth, to worship him while I pleasured him, but I didn't want to lose my pacing. 

"I'm coming," I panted, my strokes becoming frenzied and irregular with each passing thrust. 

"Come for me," he gasped. I needed no more encouragement as I orgasmed a second time, moaning loudly in pleasure. "Oh yes," he said. He reached up and snagged a few locks of my hair with his hand, pulling my head insistently down to kiss me hard. He bit my bottom lip insistently, his breath coming hastily through his nose until he finally gave a grunt and stiffened.

It was the most wonderful sensation. I felt him swell inside me, like a balloon about to pop and then-- he burst inside me, never pausing our thrusts, painting my entire love canal with his hot seed. I gave a shuddering gasp and collapsed against his chest, panting.

His breath was ragged and hot against my cheek as he pet my head. "Good girl." He held me for several minutes, our chests rising and falling heavily, until we passed some unspoken barrier. Then he said, "Go get dressed, whore, we have things to do."

It took all the strength of will I had to climb off Jason's cock, but there it was: I was his whore and was bound to obey my Master. He slapped my ass hard as I limped past him to go get dressed. He was going to show me the sights; I took it as chance to study what would hopefully become my new home.



Good Girl Ch. 03



The unfortunate thing about getting a craving like this, is you think once you get your fix, you will be done for a bit and able to focus on life again. Well the problem was, that as soon as I was back in my seat (after Peter and I exited the bathroom as non-discreetly as possible) the first thing I thought about was getting to the hotel and getting pounded by my brother's cock for the rest of the day. That's when I realized this wasn't a craving. I wasn't like I was having a hankering for chocolate and once I ate it I was done. No, this was more. It was definitely carnal and deep. It was a need. Tasting his cum in my mouth made me realize that I had gone through life eating fake food and for the first time ever, I had tasted the real thing.

Now my body wanted it.

"Are you ok?" My dad asked. 

"Yeah why?" I replied looking back out the window.

"You just seem flushed and distracted. You aren't sick are you? The way you ran to the bathroom..."

I looked at him and shook my head. "No I am fine, dad. I was just up late and then up early this morning. I am anxious to get there already. I need a vacation."

"Haha," he smiled. "I am glad you feel that way. Your mom and I have just felt like you kids are growing up so fast. Soon you will be off to college and gone just as much as Peter. Then you will find some nice guy and get married and you won't be my little girl anymore."

My father was such a sincere man. He was very sensitive (just like Peter) and was able to walk that fine line between being a good friend and being a good dad. I loved him for that. 

I leaned against him. "Daddy," I said in a cute voice. "I will always be your little girl."

He set his warm hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. "I love it when you call me 'Daddy'."

He put his arm around me and I lay against his shoulder and closed my eyes. What would he think of his little girl now? What would he do if he knew that his two kids had very passionate anal sex last night? What would he think if he knew that right now, I was very literally thinking about sitting on Peter's cock just to feel it in my ass again? Fuck. I couldn't keep thinking like this, it was making my head hurt and my pussy wet at the same time. I felt another twinge of fear run through me. Was this new thing with Peter ok? Like where was it going to go? 

I let out a sigh and my dad pulled me closer to him. I felt drowsy against him and somewhere in a thought about Peter shooting cum on my face I fell asleep.

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I woke up as the plane landed. My eyes were heavy and the truth was that I was tired. I don't think I slept well and it was taking all of my energy to suppress the doubts and fears about what was going on with my brother. We exited the plane slowly, as it always seems to take forever. Especially when you really really want to get out. Anyway, we traversed the airport, shuttled to the rental car place and were off on the big island of Hawaii in our SUV in a decent amount of time. 

My parents bought a house on the Big Island a few years ago and made it a habit to go several times a year. I went with them on occasion, but as I got more involved in school and Peter left, it became my parents' thing. I felt like a guest in the hous.

It was a nice two story 3 bedroom with a nice ocean view. My parents' had installed a hot tub and a sauna, claiming that these were coveted features when they went to rent it out. As to who and how they rented it? Yeah I am not a rental agency, so I have no idea. I do know that more than once my dad had to handle some situation caused by renters. But I don't know what that ever was.

Peter and I looked at each other a lot on the way over, but I found it hard to talk to him around my parents. I wasn't sure what our "normal" conversation was anymore. So I smirked at him and chatted with my parents about when we should go to the beach. For the 45 minute drive, things started to feel to again. At least the tension in my stomach seemed to dissipate. Maybe this was like everything else in that just some time and space made it fall to the background. For the most part that was true. That was, of course, until I looked over at Peter and noticed the bulge in his pants. Yeah that was gonna be a problem. It was like throwing a lifetime alcoholic into a vat of whiskey and telling them to close their mouth. 

We got to the house and piled out of the car. 

"Ugh, I just can't wait to get out of these clothes!" My mom said as she fiddled with the keys.

"I would like to see that!" My dad blurted.

"Oh great you guys!" I laughed. "That's all we need is to see you guys getting all hot and bothered!" 

They laughed then my mom looked at me and whispered, "Oh stop Andrea, you have seen it before."

I gave her a look and walked by as she playfully smacked my ass. Gotta love my mom.

I made my way upstairs and to my room. I tossed my bag on the bed and lay down next to it. Shit. Soon I would have to see Peter in a swimsuit and somehow I have to act natural. This was going to be impossible. I picked up my phone and texted Tim: Hey babe, just got here. How are you?

I frowned at my own text. What the hell was I doing with this guy? I tossed the phone aside and lay for a bit just trying to get my bearings. I needed to just end it with TIm. But how do I do that? Tell him that I am leaving him for my brother? Yeah, no that's not gonna work. It has to be in person, I don't think a text break up would do. Then he would call and it would be this big long drawn out thing and I don't really want to deal with that right now. 

I sat up. I needed a shower. I grabbed a towel off the dresser and went down the hall. My heart skipped a beat. I could hear the shower on. Peter was already in there. I glanced down the hall then and just heard the TV on somewhere. I took a deep breath. I walked up to the bathroom door and opened it very slowly.

"Peter," I whispered.

I turned around just in time to see my mom there on her knees in front of my dad sucking his cock. No wait. She was sucking his balls. My dad's erect penis was across her face. 

I stumbled back. "Oh...shit..." I mumbled. I turned just in time to see my dad looking at me as he ran his fingers through my mom's hair. He didn't say anything, just looked. I turned and left in a hurry. Why couldn't they do that in their room? What the hell? 

I ran to Peter's room and there he was on his bed watching TV. "Hey!" He smiled at me. "I thought you were in the shower."

I plopped down next to him. "Um no, that was mom and dad."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I saw mom sucking dad's dick."

He laughed. "No way!" He wasted no time sitting up and touching me. "That means they will be occupied for a while."

I looked at him. He was so beautiful. But shit. This was a lot to handle. "I am tired, Peter and frankly, a bit confused."

He nodded. "Remember what you said on the plane. That you wanted me to take you?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes." I managed.

"Did you mean that?" 

"Yes I did," I looked at him. "This is just a lot to process..."

In a fast motion in grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to his crotch. He yanked down his pants and his dick literally sprang out and smacked me in the face. "Andrea, you need to suck my dick."

I tried to look up at him, but he forced my head back to his cock. "I want you to suck it. I can't stop thinking about it. As soon as I sat back down on the plane, all I wanted to do was go over to your seat and fuck your mouth again."

So I was surprised. Yeah I was. This was a whole other level of aggressive that I didn't even know I would be a part of. I mean, as I said before, I knew he did stuff like this with Karen, and it all seemed hot but now I was a bit scared. 

His cock slapped my face again.

"Andrea, I need you to suck my cock and the thing is, I know you need to suck it more than I do. I saw that on the plane, that look in your eye. Stop pretending like you have a choice and give in..."

As he was talking I looked at his cock and something happened. I gave in. Before he could finish his sentence I took it in my mouth and started to suck. I grabbed his shaft and started to jerk him off into my mouth. His taste, his smell, his feel, everything was delicious and perfect. I sucked and stroked hard and fast. 

"Dammit..." he groaned as he tried to take his pants off as I sucked. He managed to get them to his ankles, when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His dick slipped out of my mouth and looked up at him panting. "You love your brother's dick don't you?"

"Yes," I managed.

He rammed his dick back in my mouth and forced it into my throat. I gagged but he held it there, so firmly. I just sucked as best as I could and held my breath. He groaned and that made me want it more. I wanted to swallow the whole thing. I needed it. 

He yanked it out of my mouth again and I looked up at it. Precum was running down the side, I licked it up and got my mouth on the tip. I sucked the tip as hard as I could.

"Fuck!" he blurted. 

He held my head and started pumping his dick into my mouth. I was transfixed on it. The feeling of the skin swelling in my mouth and the control he was using, made me crazy. He drove it into my mouth over and over again.

Finally he pulled me back. "Take your shorts off, I need to fuck you."

I yanked them off as fast as I could and climbed on the bed. He pinned me down with my back to the bed, then lifted my hips and drove his cock into my pussy. Our bodies slapped together. He started thrusting me hard and pinning me down with his strong arms. Suddenly a rush ran through my body and I came. My pussy gripped his dick and the warmth of orgasm spilled through me. Our bodies were joined at the crotch as he kept thrusting and I came again. This time almost calling out, so I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Fuck yes..." he groaned. "Fuck...I am going to cum..."

Before I could react he started cumming in my pussy. He cock pumped it into me so hard and deep, my body just responded with another orgasm. This one more intense than the last two. 

"Take my cum Andrea, take it!" he said in a harsh breathy whisper.

I held him as he thrusted the last few times and then fell on me. We both breathed together in sync for a few moments. I bit my lip as he pulled out of me. It was like there was a sudden void as my pussy clenched for his cock that was no longer there. 

He sat up and pulled his pants up then looked at me. "That was intense."

I nodded as I worked on getting my shorts back on. "That was amazing." I managed to say.

I sat up. It was amazing. That was it. I loved him. I loved this. I was hooked. 

He took my hand and kissed it. "I love you Andrea."

"I love you too Peter."

I slid off the bed and got to my feet. "I am gonna go see about that shower."

"Maybe I will sneak in there in a bit," he said with a smile. 

I tip toed out of his room and down the hall to mine. The shower was off, and I suddenly panicked. What if mom and dad hear us? Or...

I walked into my room and there was dad sitting on the bed looking at me. 

I quickly fixed my hair with my hand and then smiled. "Um, hi dad. How was your shower?"

He looked at me very seriously, "I think you know. Come here and sit next to me."



Good Girl Ch. 04



We had just finished a tour of the local university and were walking home, hand in hand. "What did you think?" Jason asked casually, glancing to the side as a car raced past us on the road. 

I hesitated for a moment. My face was apparently thoughtful; Jason squeezed my hand and said, "You don't have to decide now."

Offering him a smile, I blushed a little. "I liked it. I liked it a lot," I confessed. We had met with a counselor for the local graduate school; I had asked him to arrange it so that I could continue my education if I decided to move there-something of which he approved heartily.

"But?" he prodded, releasing my hand to slide his arm around my waist in a protective, possessive fashion. I rested my head against his shoulder awkwardly, somehow managing to not fall as we walked. 

I laughed. "How could I ever get anything done around you? I'll always want to be with you."

Jason offered a smile-that cocky, confident smile-and squeezed my waist. "You'll do what I tell you," he said sternly.

"Yes," I said with mock patience and innocence. "But when you want the same thing I want, you couldn't turn me away."

He smirked. "Wanna bet?" I shook my head. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you Jenny? You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?"

I flushed, my step faltering. Damn him; he knew what the words 'good girl', coming from him, did to me. My stomach fluttered and a jet of heat rushed between my legs. "Yes," I gasped.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir," I corrected eagerly, wincing as his fingers dug into my hip painfully. "Anh, that hurts!"

"Good," he said simply. "It's almost dinner time. What are you hungry for?"

I looked at him, my dark eyes dancing. "You know what I'm hungry for." 

He swatted my behind roughly, then let his hand linger, his fingertips moving to bunch up the skirt until he had the hem. I sighed and glanced around. "Please....what if someone sees?"

"So what if someone sees?" he demanded, turning me to face him. His other hand went to my shoulder. "Then they'll know what a whore you are. What's wrong with that?"

I blushed scarlet but could think of no response. 

"Knees," he ordered, exerting the barest of pressure against my shoulder. I dropped to my knees in the gravel by the side of that suburban road and looked up at him. He stroked my hair lightly. "Unzip my pants."

I did as he ordered, stiffening as I heard a car blow past. The breeze ruffled my hair and skirt. Despite myself, I felt aroused, knowing that I was about to please my Master where anyone driving past could see. He let his thumb wander over my cheek, pressing lightly on the bruise. "Get out my dick."

I eagerly reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out through the fly. I moaned absentmindedly, my mouth watering, and leaned forward, my lips parting.

Jason slapped me roughly across the cheek, turning my head towards the road. "Did I fucking tell you to suck it, you stupid slut?" I looked up at him, blushing scarlet, and couldn't find the words to speak. "Are you deaf, whore? Answer me!"

His words shamed me, but worse, they aroused me. I felt my panties soaking against my thighs. "No, but-"

"No 'what'?" he shouted at me, taking a deep breath. I could feel his anger growing.

"No Master," I squealed, realizing the depth of my mistake. "No, no, please, please," I gasped. I didn't realize what I was saying, just hoping to convey my ardent desire to do better. "Please, Sir."

"Please what, whore?"

"Please, please may I suck you?" I asked, staring up at him eagerly in the falling dusk. "Please?"

He smiled. "Give it a little kiss for me," he said, pushing his hips forward. His erection poked me in the cheek. "Kiss it," he ordered sternly.

I moved my head and licked my lips, leaning forward to kiss the head of his cock, my lips pressing against the warm, spongy flesh of his cockhead. I looked up at him timidly and noted that his eyes had closed. I opened my mouth, sliding my wet, warm lips around the head of his member, and-

A searing pain tore through my scalp as he yanked my head back through the hair. "I said kiss it, you stupid slut, can you not follow simple directions?" He slapped me again on the same cheek; my head jerked to the side violently. My pussy burned almost as hot as my cheek. "Put it away."

I gave a pathetic whimper. "But...no, I want to-"

He raised his hand in what I knew would be a vicious backhand, his eyes flaring. "Do what I 'tell' you," he ordered. "I don't remember doing anything to give you the impression I gave a shit what you wanted."

I lowered my gaze instantly, tears of frustration welling in my eyes. God, I wanted him. I wanted to please him, and to taste him, and to swallow every last drop of him. I wanted him so much it hurt.

When I had slid his dick back into his pants and boxers, he yanked me to my feet and pressed me to him in a savage, demanding kiss. He bit my bottom lip roughly and drew back, reaching up to grip my chin roughly, his fingers squeezing painfully. "I don't know why I keep you around, you stupid whore. Let's go."

We walked in silence. I unconsciously moved away from him, a pace to the right and a pace behind him, my arm left arm straight at my side, my right arm crossing my stomach to grip my elbow. Several minutes later I felt Jason's hand on mine.

"I love you Jenny," he said. He raised my hand to his lips. "You'll tell me...I mean, your safeword...in case things ever get too rough? If I hurt you?"

I smiled at him, my throat burning as a lump rose there. "Of course," I said, squeezing his hand. 

He hesitated, moving into stride again. "I mean, the words, too. You know I don't think you're stupid," he said.

I nodded. "I know."

"I'd say it were part of our game," he said casually. "But it's not a game, is it?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"What are you?"

"Your whore," I responded matter-of-factly.

"What am I?" he asked.

"My Master."

"Good girl," he said, squeezing my hand. "That's my good girl."

We had dinner at home, and I washed the dishes while he took care of some work. We talked about everything--families, what we wanted to do with our lives; the things we talked about online, but which held so much more meaning now what we could do it in person.

As we descended to his domain, I asked, "What kind of place do you want to live in?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, moving to sit in his chair. I jokingly called it the throne. I moved to sit next to him on the floor, but he patted his lap.

"Thank you," I murmured, smiling happily as I straddled his lap. My hands rested on his chest. "I meant...house, apartment, condo?"

"House eventually," he said. He leaned his head back on the chair and stared at the ceiling. "I don't mind apartment living in general, but when I have children they'll need someplace to run around."

I was slightly taken aback. Children. The very word struck terror in my heart. "Oh," was all I could muster. 

His hands moved from my knees to my hips, pushing my skirt up with them, and then up to my sides. His thumbs played over the flat plane of my stomach. "How many children are you going to give me, Jenny?" he asked seriously. 

I'd never thought of it seriously before. I wasn't, in general, a fan of children. And yet, with his hands cradling me this way, so tenderly, I couldn't help but want children with him. And I wanted them now. "Um," I stammered.

"I want two. Two daughters," he said with satisfaction. "Beautiful as their mother," he squeezed me, "but without her awful taste in movies, music, and books." I giggled at the chide. "Sons would be fine, too. But I want a girl."

"I'm afraid of what a girl would do to you," I said, resting my chin against his shoulder. "After her first boyfriend you'd be wanted for murder."

"I'm uniquely qualified to protect my girls from creeps, being one myself, because I know the warning signs." I laughed. "What do you think your father is going to do when you get home with a shiner?"

"He'll never know," I said. "I have makeup for it."

"It's a good thing we've never met. He'd kill me if he knew some of the things I'm going to do to you. And that's the part I'd consider tame." He squeezed again, and I laughed against his neck.

"I like apartments," I volunteered helpfully. 

"Nothing wrong with them," he said. "But like I said, when the children come, we'll need a house." He raised his head to look at me. "Plus I need room for my dogs."

"Dogs?" I asked curiously.

He nodded. "But until then you can just get on all fours for me and pant like a bitch in heat," Jason said casually, staring at me. For a moment I didn't know if he was serious, but I thought it best not to try him.

I slipped immediately off his lap to kneel on hands and knees on the carpet, my shoulders against his spread knees, my face hovering just before his crotch. 

He laughed. "You like being a little bitch for me?" I blushed. "You like being treated like a common mutt?"

I flushed, and though my pussy was tingling again, I murmured, "I don't know."

"Maybe I should put a collar on you to make sure," he said.

That clinched it. I moaned quietly. "Mmm, yes please."

"I don't have one handy," he said, stroking my hair. 

"Oh," I said, leaning forward to rub my chin against his crotch. "Do you think, while I'm down here, I could..." I nuzzled his crotch, moaning to indicate my desire.

"You can try," he said. "Don't know how far you think you can go like that, but go to town."

"Can I...?" I began timidly. I raised my hands, as if to ask if I could use them to get his pants off, or at least down far enough that I could take him in my mouth.

"Dogs don't have hands, Jenny," he said with a little smirk. I blushed scarlet and leaned up toward him. My nose rubbed against his abdomen was my teeth wrestled with the clasp of his jeans. By the time I finally got them unsnapped, I was panting with exertion. 

"I think you do like being my little bitch," he said with a laugh. I blushed, burying my face between his legs. "Being my little pet."

"Mnph," I said, looking up at him. He stared at me, his eyes smoldering with arousal, as I ran my tongue under the flap of his fly, against his zipper. I could feel his arousal underneath. I worked my teeth around the pull and tugged it down.

"Look at you," he said haughtily, petting my hair like he would his favorite terrier. I was on fire with desire now as I lowered my head between his legs, my teeth gripping the fabric of his jeans. "Tugging at my pants. Fucking slut."

I pulled and pulled until finally his boxers were visible, and then I pulled them too until his cock popped up from the fly. I moaned, quite beside myself with anticipation. Not wanting to repeat my error from before, I looked up at him. "May I? Please?"

His fingers stroked through my hair against my scalp. "A good little bitch would." His hands held the sides of his unsnapped jeans, and he slowly pulled his belt out of the loops. Before I knew it, he had it wrapped around my neck, like a leash and collar. 

I instantly went to work, eagerly running my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft lovingly. I slid my lips sideways up his length, pausing to nip once with my teeth, halfway up his length. He grinned down at me as I slid my lips over the head of his cock and sucked it eagerly. 

Jason pulled the belt down roughly; I choked against the lack of oxygen and around his cock as it forced itself into my throat. "Gag away, you whore," he said maliciously, holding me down with a hand at the back of my head.

I coughed and sputtered, moaning in pleasure at being so roughly handled and in frustration at being unable to breathe. Just when I was sure I would suffocate, he pulled me back roughly. "Stand up, whore."

I reluctantly stood, biting my bottom lip in frustration. I still wanted to suck him! "Now turn around," he said. I obediently complied, turning to face away from him. I couldn't see him as he admired my back end. "Now strip. Don't look at me."

My shaking fingers unclasped the buttons of my blouse and I shrugged out of it. I unclasped my bra and dropped it, then slid my skirt and panties down together, stepping out of them. I stood shivering as he watched me.

I heard him shift in his chair, and a moment later I felt his lips, those glorious, kissable lips, against my back. He kissed the small of my back, pausing to bite lightly as his fingers brushed my legs. 

More movement, and his lips moved down from my back across my left ass cheek. "God, you're soft," he whispered, his tongue darting against my flesh. I squirmed, trembling in pleasure. He drew back, blowing cool air over my skin. "Bend over as far as you can. Keep on those feet."

I bent at the waist, spreading my legs a little. I gripped my legs to steady myself. "Good," he said, and leaned forward, settling onto his knees. A moment later, I felt his lips probing my pussy lips. He sighed lightly, reaching up to pull my thighs and pussy lips open.

As his tongue glided up it grazed my clit I gave a gasping moan. "I'm almost... please, Master, please may I come?" I moaned loudly. "Please!"

"Yes," he grunted simply, his tongue lapping hungrily at my dripping pussy. "Come for me, whore," he ordered between licking and sucking.

My pussy, acting as if on command, spasmed. He gave a grunt of lewd satisfaction, lapping at my release, his fingers digging into my hips. He continued lapping at me for several seconds before he stood up, shucking his boxers and slacks completely. A moment later he stepped behind me, and I could feel his length pushing my pussy lips apart, though he didn't enter me yet.

"Oh, please," I whimpered, my voice pleading. I reached back to grip his hip lightly, wanting to communicate my desire. 

"Mmm," he said. He obviously had me just where he wanted me. "Stupid slut wants my cum in her cunt?"

"Yes," I gasped, painfully aware of my own arousal as my desire dripped on his erection. I gave a breathless moan of relief as his length finally spread me, pushing inside me. "Ohhh yes."

"What do you say, whore?" he demanded, slapping my ass roughly.

I arched my back, pushing my hips back eagerly. "Thank you, Master," I exalted and he rewarded me by completing his thrust. He drew back and then thrust harder into me. "Annh!" I moaned as he violated me. I was still sore from losing my virginity to him that morning, and the angle of his penetration pushed his hips against my sore ass.

"You like that? You like it when your Master fucks your cunt?" he grunted. I could tell he was close as his breaths came in pants.

"Yes," I cried, a whining tone as he drove me ever closer to release. He clutched my hips and began to penetrate me harder, harder than ever. "Yes Master, oh yes, fuck me."

He slapped my ass again and gripped the belt, pulling me up straight. I felt him breathing deeply into my hair as I struggled for breath. "Come for me, whore," he snarled. "Be a good little bitch and come all over my cock. Now, whore!"

I whimpered as he drove me over the edge. I orgasmed intensely and he released the belt, instead grabbing my hair and forcing me back down painfully. My groan of discomfort heralded his pleasure; he exploded inside me.

We stood together, panting in a beautiful song of lust and satisfaction, him ever the dominant Master, tall and proud; I ever the submissive slut, bent over to offer myself to his whim. God, I loved him.

His hands wandered from my hips to my chest, slowly pulling me up so that my back was against his chest. He rested his face against the back of my neck; I could feel his hot breath through my sweat-damp hair. After several moments, he pulled my hair from the side of my head and kissed my ear. "Bedtime, whore," he said. 

"But..." I said with a whimper. His hands gripped my throat, and for a moment I thought he was going to choke me for my insolence. I was relieved (and, honestly, disappointed) when he loosened the belt from my throat. 

"You were saying?" he asked as he finally pulled out of me. I moaned, feeling empty and abandoned. He didn't look at me as he pulled his boxers back on. 

"I'm not tired," I muttered, daring to speak up.

He raised an eyebrow, still not watching me. He was gathering his clothes. "I don't remember telling you to go to sleep. I said to go bed. You can sleep or not, but you need time for silent reflection."

Reflection? I wondered. He finally looked at me, seeing my dark and confused expression. He explained impatiently, "Whether this is what you want. To come here. To be with me. Whether you think you can stand being used this way."

"Will it always be this way?" I asked, my heart soaring hopefully. 

"It will be how I want it. Remember that this is about what I want, this isn't a negotiation," he said with a simple shrug. "It won't always be pleasant for you, especially at the start. There is much you need to learn about how to behave."

I felt affronted. "How to behave? I--"

"Disobedience when I give you a direct order, for instance," he said pointedly, sitting down on his chair. He draped his belt across his lap. "I had hoped not to get too much into it since this is just a preliminary visit. But we'll see."

"But-"

"Go to bed, Jennifer," he said. "And since you can't seem to follow instructions today, close the door and turn off the light."

My stomach tensed; I didn't do well in the dark, especially in a strange place. I cast about for anything in which to find comfort. "Will you come soon? Please?" I asked pathetically. 

"No," he said simply, turning to his computer in a fashion that indicated that he was done with me. The last thing I saw as I turned angrily away was his fingers closing idly around his belt, which he still had across his lap. I went into his bedroom and was swallowed my darkness, the only comfort I had his scent on the sheets and his warmth inside me. 



Good Girl Ch. 04



There are awkward conversations and there are conversations that are just plain difficult. This fell into the latter category. It is one thing to run into your dad unexpectedly after having sex and try to play it off like you were at a study group. It is another to run into your dad after having sex with your brother and yet quite another to run into him after having sex with your brother and seeing your mom and dad get it on all in the same morning. Needless to say this was getting complicated and I was at a loss on what to say next. 

All I could do was sit next to him on the bed and take a deep breath. Dad placed his hand on my knee and sighed. I could tell he was trying to choose his words wisely before speaking, "About your mother and I..."

"Dad, you don't have to explain what you guys were doing. You still are hot for eachother and I am glad," I blurted. "I mean that wasn't what I was expecting to walk in on after a long flight. Haha. But really I am happy for you." I mean I guess? What was I supposed to say?

He let out a deep breath and laughed awkwardly, "Well, I appreciate that. Your mom is a little more free spirited than me, she didn't think too much of it when I told her what happened."

I was tempted to tell him about seeing her suck him off in the car and all that, but I felt it was better to just leave it alone. The quicker I could get through this the better.

Dad looked at me,"You are grown up now," you touched my chin with his hand, "And I guess I'm still not used to that. I mean, I have a hard time even thinking about you kissing a boy." Probably not the best time to tell him that I had my brother's cock down my throat about ten minutes ago. He looked away and laughed, "I know in other families this kind of thing is no big deal, I am old school I guess."

The truth is I always loved how my dad viewed me. No matter what I did or what I said or how bitchy I was, he always saw me as his precious little girl. He was so tender that way and it was wonderful. I smiled at him and cuddled against him. 

"I am sorry daddy, but I really stink," I said. "If you and mom are done getting busy in there, I was hoping to take a shower!"

He laughed and slapped my thigh playfully. "Well, we are done in the shower for now," he said sarcastically. "That doesn't mean you shouldn't have your guard up in walking into our room though. You never know what you might see"

I laughed, "Oh yeah? Aren't you guys just a couple of exhibitionists. I had no idea! What do you guys do when you come to Hawaii?" I was actually very curious now. It was shocking to see them together but not un-sexy. The image of them in the shower came back to me. I could see him stroking himself while she sucked his balls. My mom looked great naked: tan, relatively firm, very feminine. I was a bit curious what they did after I left. I bet he was fantastic at lickign her pussy. I was trying to picture it.

"Well we always have a great time when we are here," Dad said breaking my train of thought. He put his arms around me and held me close. "Even still, it is so nice to have you and your brother here with us this time. Just promise me one thing Andrea."  

"Sure daddy," I replied looking up at him.

"Let's make sure to have some really quality father daughter time on this trip," He said kissing my forehead.

I pressed against him. "Of course, I will do whatever you want to do."

"I will hold you to that," he replied. He let go and stood up. "Now I need to head to the store with your mom." He smiled slyly, "Kinda worked up an appetite."

I smiled at him. How cute was he right now? "Ok, I will be here cleaning up."

With that he left the room. I let out a big sigh of relief and fell back to the bed. My head was spinning and my body was still warm from my encounter with Peter. I glanced at my phone and saw Tom had texted me back. Do I care? I opened it up and there was a picture of his dick. Haha. Lovely. Funny how perspectives change so quickly. I mean what does he expect me to say? I texted back: "Nice. Wish you could bring that here." Whatever.

I tossed the phone to the side and grabbed my bathroom stuff. I heard my parents and Peter talking downstairs and smiled. It was nice to have everyone in the house. I went into the bathroom and got the shower going. The hot water felt good and I hopped in with relief. Nothing like a hot shower after such a long morning. I loved showers. The loudness of the water and the enclosed glass made me feel all alone to be think and I was realizing that time to think something I desperately needed right now. 

As I saw it I needed to decide fully what was happening with Peter. I mean, it was a little late to go back to how it was and even now as I thought about him my stomach filled with butterflies. I felt a tinge through my body as I thought about how aggressive he was. I could feel that he wanted me and it felt and tasted so good. I already felt myself getting turned on again. Seriously what is the deal? I was becoming...maybe I always was like this. That was becoming more clear. This is the way I am. It was a freeing realization.

I glanced out the shower and noticed two handprints barely visible on the glass. I put my hand up to one and saw I was about the same size. These were totally my mom's hand prints. I smiled at the thought. Sure enough he took her from behind like this, right in this shower. I pictured her sucking on his balls again. I imagined Dad jamming his hard cock in her mouth as the water poured over their naked bodies. I bet my mom liked it rough. Dad probably held her head tightly and fucked her mouth hard, his clean balls slapping her chin each time. There wasn't too much space in here, so I could see him turning her around really fast. Mom's boobs flailing. I bet he held her head back when he entered her from behind-very fast, maybe kissing her neck, or biting her as he gave it to her. I could picture him getting so deep into her as she groaned and just begged him to go harder and harder. I closed my eyes and thought about him cumming. I bet my mom likes it on her face or in her...

Cold air rushed in the shower suddenly and I snapped my eyes open. Peter closed the shower door quickly and wrapped his arms around me.

"Shit, Peter you scared me!" 

"Sorry," he replied as his hands slid down onto my ass. He felt so good. "As soon as mom and dad were out the door I had to come find you."

I leaned against him. "I am glad you did, I was getting all hot and bothered in here."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"I was just thinking about them in the shower."

He squeezed my ass firmly and pulled me closer. "That's kinky."

"Is it?" I laughed. "I just think it is hot that they are so into each other. It is really sexy to think about."

I could feel his cock getting hard against me. It pressed firmly just under my belly button. "Feels like you think it is a bit sexy too," I said with a giggle.

He gave my ass a hard squeeze. "Yeah, more because it gets you going. I have been thinking about something since you were last in my room."

I pushed away from him just enough to look into his eyes. "You mean ramming your dick down my throat, then fucking my pussy until it was full of cum wasn't enough?" I said with a smile. 

"Are you kidding me?" he said, still groping my ass. "I was ready to go again 5 minutes later."

"5 minutes huh?" I whispered back. "What could you possibly want 5 minutes after we did all that?"

"This," he said as he turned me around roughly and pressed me against the shower door. He knelt down and I felt his hungry mouth bite on my left ass cheek, then my right. I felt him spread my ass and his tongue ran down from my asshole to my pussy and back again. I heard him groan and his velvety tongue went from hole to hole. I felt it settle against my ass as he licked and tongued at it furiously. My body tingled all over and I did my best to keep steady for him to have his way.

"You taste so good," he moaned as he licked me. "I need you."

"Ah," was all i could reply.

"Fuck, we don't have much time." He said suddenly. He stood up behind me and turned the water off. He pushed the door open then led me out into the bathroom. He suddenly kissed my mouth (for the first time!). It was deep, wet and passionate. His tongue darted in my mouth. I felt like I was melting.

My brother pushed me to my back on the bathroom floor. He took my legs in his hands and pushed them up toward my shoulders. I stared hungrily at his cock dangling in front of me. I opened my mouth for it and stuck out my tongue, even though it was so far away.

Peter looked at me with lust in his eyes. "You want this don't you?" He said gripping his perfect dick. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Good," he said. He stepped over me grabbed my hair and thrust it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth roughly, as he held my head up by my hair. His smooth skin and thick tip tasted so good and I tried my best to swallow it. I felt spit running down my chin as he thrust harder and harder. 

Suddenly he yanked it out of my mouth, stepped back and pulled my legs up again. "Look at me Andrea," he commanded. My pussy was was running wet all over. "I want to look in your eyes while I fuck your ass." He rubbed his tip on my pussy, then guided it down to my ass. "Grab your ass for me" he ordered in a rough whisper. 

I slid my hands down my sides to my ass cheeks and pulled as best as I could. He felt huge against me and I felt both turned on and frightened at the prospect of my brother ramming that thing into such a tight space. I don't know how we did this before. 

"Give me your ass Andrea," he said as he started pressing against me. "Give it to me."

He pushed against me. It was huge. I wanted it, and I tried to relax. I didn't know what to...

"Ah! FUCK!" I cried out as the fat head pressed into my ass and I clenched around it. I stared up at him with my mouth open. I felt my skin heat up and my hands shake as I tried to hold myself open. He was looking at me with the deep carnal desire.

"Yes," he said in a whisper. "Come on!"

"AH!" I cried out again as he pressed into me. I could feel every fraction of an inch as he pushed slowly and deliberately. My body shook and I groaned in pleasure and pain. He gave a hard thrust and I knew he was all in me. I felt sweat running down my body and my back was slick on the floor.

"Everyday," he said to me as if he was in a trance, "We need to do this every day."

He began to thrust. I clenched him as best as I could and groaned as I felt the warmth of an orgasm start at the base of my spine then tear through my body. "Oh..." I whined as I came.

This seemed to set him free and he started to pump my ass hard. He drew himself back then thrust hard, slowly and deliberately, but very very hard. He kept staring at me as I took his cock in my ass. With each thrust I slid against the tile floor. My hands slipped off my sweaty ass cheeks and I held onto him. He started to thrust faster, i could tell the sensation was as good if not better for him. I could see it in his eyes as he stared at me. I wanted to give him as much as I could. I wanted him to feel everything. I wanted him to explode inside of me, everything he had. I wanted it all. 

"Yes, Peter!" I said, trying to urge him on. My voice wavered each time as he fucked me faster and harder. "Yes! Please give it to me. Please!"

He drove his dick into me. I could feel all of him as he slapped against me. Peter gripped my body and his sweat dripped down against me. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. I am gonna cum," he blurted.

I stared into his eyes, doing all i could to just hang on to him as he rammed his cock down into my ass. Our bodies connected and slapped with each hard thrust. He was going so fast our bodies were almost clapping. Another orgasm built in me. I held onto it as long as I could, trying to clench my ass around him and then I came. Heat gushed through my body and I felt wetness running down my legs. 

"Oh fuck," I called out. "Peter! Ah!"

"Ahhh!" He called with me, then he covered my mouth with his as he started to cum. He kissed me deeply as he pumped his cum into my ass in deep grinding motions. I was in bliss as we kissed and came together. Time seemed to stop around us as he gave his final, deep thrust and he held it there-balls pressed against me as he was all in. We kissed and kissed until finally he broke it off to catch his breath. I held onto him. Suddenly the thought of his cock pulling out of me sounded terrible, frightening. I needed it in me. 

"Peter," I managed with a little breath. "You can have me whenever and wherever you want."

He smiled at me with fatigue in his face. "I will hold you too that."

"Seriously, I...I want you to fuck me as much as you need to. No, I need you to." I was feeling so emotional. 

"I will," he said still looking at me tenderly.

I knew he was softening in me and I took a deep breath as he pulled out and rolled to his side. 

"So are you going to let me finish my shower or what?" I said with a weak laugh.

"I suppose," he said climbing to his feet then helping me up. He smacked my ass playfully. "Seriously Andrea, I love that thing." 

I smiled and stuck my tongue at him then got back in the shower. 

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I lay on my bed with my eyes closed. I was sure I had some scratches on my back or something from the tile floor. I felt my heart beat returning to normal and I definitely knew I was going to feel this later in my backside. Who was I before this? I didn't even know anymore. As I washed myself, my mind just drifted back through the moments I had with Peter and how I kept wanting more. I felt like I still needed more. Like I wasn't finished. It was like I went out for an exquisite dinner and the meal was everything I could have ever wanted. But I was still hungry. I didn't just want some dessert, I wanted another dinner.

I was still wrapped in a towel. I hadn't bother change clothes after the shower, I was too tired and too distracted. The truth was I didn't know how to dress right now. Cute and sexy for Peter to tempt him, or conservative and chilled out for a family vacation. I felt like I had nothing to wear anyway. 

I got up and pulled some things out of my bag. "Choices, choices..." I mused to myself.

After picking out a cute tank top and some short shorts, I tossed them on the bed and looked in the mirror. For the first time I saw myself: I was 5'3, brown/auburn hair to my shoulder, green eyes and very nice skin (if I do say so myself!) But I was more than that, or maybe not more. I was different. I was fucking my brother. No that wasn't it. I needed to fuck him, or more accurately I needed him to fuck me. I opened the towel and looked at my naked body. There I am. All of me needs to fuck. I wrapped the towel around myself again. I could still feel some of his cum in my ass. I had this urge for him to cum in my mouth. Fuck, now I am going to fixate on that.

There was a firm knock on my door.

"Um yes?" I said as catty as I could. If that was Peter wanting another round, I was game. I wanted his cum all over my face like really bad.

The door and my mom walked in. "Hi!."

"What? Mom? I am naked!"

"Oh stop honey, you have a towel on and besides I know what you look like." She smiled and went straight to my bag. 

"Couldn't you have waited? I mean what is the emergency?" My mother was notorious for going where she pleased. It was hard to actually be mad at her because she was funny and never made a big deal out of anything. She got out some mouthwash from my toiletry and gargled it loudly. She spit it in the vanity sink (luxury I know!) and got more.

Lot's of people said my mom and I looked liked sisters and honestly I always took that as a compliment. She was beautiful. She was 41 and looked like she was 30. She had dirty blonde hair, striking blue/green eyes and perfect teeth. More than that, she had fantastic boobs. Boys asked me all the time if they were fake, but they weren't. She was blessed with what I consider perfect 36 D boobs and a very athletic body. Part of the reason for this was likely her disposition on everything just seemed healthy, like the weight of the world had no effect on her, especially her boobs. the other reason is she was always active: swimming, hiking, yoga, you name it. She just knew how to be busy and healthy at the same time.

She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and some cute shorts-both of which looked very much like mine. But that was typical. 

"So is there a reason you had to barge in here and gargle while I was in here?" I said grateful this didn't happen an hour ago in the bathroom when Peter was literally balls deep in my ass.

She wiped her mouth and looked at me with a smile. "I want to take you shopping."

"Um ok," I replied. "So you couldn't tell me that in like 5 minutes?"

She kept smiling. "Nope," she replied simply. "Also I needed mouthwash pretty bad because my breath seriously smells like your father's dick." She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair. I was stupefied. "Is there any cum on my chin or in my hair? I swear he shoots gallons of the stuff and it was all over me."



Good Girl Ch. 05



This is the story of who I have become or perhaps who it is that I have always been. I tell you this now as my own reflection on the events to come. I found that often in the understanding of why I am here, I have needed to reflect on what happened to bring me to this place.

So mom and I could shop. I mean, yes, lots of girls like to shop with their moms and who doesn't like putting on cute outfits and all that. But what I mean is that, we hit the stores hard and we aren't afraid to buy things. For me, shopping was like showers, it put me in this space where I could take all the stuff going on in my head and thinking it through, while putting on cute bikinis and skirts!

I was in a dressing room trying on various halter tops when I noticed a small bruise on my shoulder. No big deal, I had another one on my right ass cheek. That one could be more problematic. What was I doing? I mean, yes, I have given in. Peter and I are whatever we are now. I don't think that could change and if it did, I am not sure I am ready to let it go yet. Not yet. Something was happening inside me. Even as I was trying on stuff, I was wet thinking about him and everything that had happened. How could I want more? Was I this insatiable slut that just wanted my brother now? Does a slut want to fuck her brother? I mean what is the definition of a slut? I looked down and with shock noticed that I really was wet. My panties were soaked. 

I took my top off and pushed my boobs together. I was proud of them. I know I was at least in the top 5 at school for best rack-thank you mom for those genes. I wondered if Peter like to tit fuck. He seemed so bent on my ass, but then, I guess not a lot of time for experimentation if you are afraid your parents will find out. I think cumming all over my tits would be hot. 

Ok focus Andrea. I was literally drenching myself.

"Andrea, how is it looking in there?" Mom asked suddenly.

Except for the lack of cum on my chest, pretty damn good. "Fine, I am just finishing up."

"Ok, good because I am starving!" Mom called back. 

I got dressed quickly. I was honry as hell. No that wasn't it. I was horny as fuck. I felt like my pussy was dominating over half of my brain power. Is this what it is like to be a guy? Seriously must be tough.

I met back with my mom and we went to lunch, all our shopping bags in tow. We sat outside (I love Hawaii) and had some salads and ice tea. The sun felt good on my skin and my mom and I chatted about the trials of being a woman: finding outfits that fit, good razors and how to hide that pesky pant line. 

"So I am surprised at you, Andrea," Mom said with a tinge of seriousness. 

"Oh yeah? At what? I mean I can be pretty surprising," I replied coyly. Where was this going? Hopefully not where I think it is.

"You are ok talking about sex with your father, but not me," she cocked her head to the side. "I mean, woman to woman, you saw us together. Was that ok for you?"

I didn't know what to say. I mean, in a way no. But it did lead to some time in the shower with my brother. But is that what I tell her?

"Mom, it was fine. I am grown up, I am not unaware that you two do it," I said immediately followed by more tea.

She smiled at me, "I know sweetie but I have to be sure. I mean it is one thing to know your parents have sex, but it is another seeing your mom suck your father's dick."

"Mom!" I yelped. I looked around and sighed in relief at no one being too interested in our conversation. 

She laughed," Sometimes I wonder how everyone in this family wound up being so prudish."

I frowned, so getting fucked in the ass very hard by your own brother two days in a row is prudish? I wonder what will happen if we decided to get wild. 

"Look," Mom said getting more serious, "I know I haven't been great in recent days with the mom thing. When you and your brother were young, it was easy. Sports and movies and dancing and sleepovers. Now, I just feel a little bit at a loss you know? I guess with all this sex stuff, I am just saying be careful. You are such a pretty girl, I want to be sure you feel cherished you know?"

I smiled at her and nodded. There was something to that. I mean what the hell was I doing with Peter? Yes, it felt good and yes I am like an animal when I am around him, but maybe that doesn't make it right. I mean right? My stomach started to fill with butterflies again. But this time with something more: guilt. 

Mom and I spent the next hour chatting about random stuff, but my mind worked on the problem at hand in the background. How do I stop this thing with Peter? How do I tell him I think it is wrong? I didn't know, but I had to and it was tearing me up inside.

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We got home sometime after 3. Dad and Peter had just finished playing some game, they were sweaty and shirtless and quite cute. Mom and I filled the house again with some feminine sensibility. I made sure not to make much eye contact at Peter, though it was hard. I managed to ignore him and went upstairs to look at what I bought and to try things on again.

I hated this feeling. I needed to talk to him and I knew if he came up to see me he would be looking to have me suck his cock, not tell him that we needed to stop. How do you break up with your brother? Is that a break up? 

I slipped into my new bikini. Yeah this was probably a mistake. Of course when i bought it I was thinking about driving Peter crazy with it then seeing how many ways he could fuck me afterwards. Shit. Not only that, but this was a family vacation. Yeah so it wasn't like a string bikini, but my boobs and ass are on display. I am so fucked up. I should not be thinking about this. I miss the days when I could wear whatever I wanted and not be concerned that my brother was going to want to fuck me. I sat on the bed and felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. I didn't want to hurt him. More than that, something happened between us. It felt good. It felt right. But I knew it was wrong. I am such a bitch.

"Knock, knock," Dad said as he poked his head in my room.

I sniffed and looked up at him. 

"Oh," he said looking away. "Are you dressed? I'm sorry..."

"Yes," I managed with a wavery voice.

He turned and looked at me. Here I was in a new black bikini with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Honey?" He said, his face immediately filling with concern. He closed the door and walked in. He wore a sweaty gym shirt and basketball shorts. "Are you ok?"

I looked at him and the water works started. I cried and looked away from him. I couldn't hold all this in anymore.

He sat down and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Shhhh" he said gently as he started to rock me back and forth.

He held me and I cried. Like every good dad, he said nothing and just let me do my thing. All the emotion hit me and I couldn't turn it off. I was dating some moron that didn't really love me, and at the same time fucking my brother because, why? I thought it was love? Now I had to break everything off. What the hell did I do? "Daddy?" I said finally.

"What honey?" He replied holding me very close.

"Would you still love me if you found out I did something bad?"

"Baby, I have loved you since always and I don't think you can do anything to make me stop."

I pressed against him and his hands slid down to my bare legs. They were warm and rough. I felt my heartbeat pick up a tick.

"But," I started, "What if it was like really bad? I mean like something un expected?"

"Shhh," he said again and he kissed the top of my head. "Andrea, you are my little darling. Whatever it is, I know it seems like so much. But it will pass, whatever this is." His hands slid up my thighs a bit. 

I ran my hands along his arms. My heart was pounding. What the fuck was...

"Shhh," he said quietly as his hand ran up my thigh and to my pussy.

"Dad?" I started. 

"Sweetie, relax...trust me." His voice soothed me. I let my legs open and his hot hand slid down under my bikini and he began stroking my pussy very slowly. 

I felt goosebumps spring up my thighs and my arms. His fingers felt...so good. Gently and carefully he searched my lips and crevice. I felt myself getting wet. I let out a deep breath. My head was spinning.

"That's it," he said He found my clit with his finger and pressed it. I gasped. I never felt anyone touch me like this. "You are my gorgeous girl," he whispered in my ear. He rubbed my clit again and i opened my legs more. 

He pushed me back to the bed, then slowly took down my suit bottoms. I felt his breath on my breasts and I looked at him as he ran his finger down my body then he kissed my left breast. He looked up at me as he pulled my top back and started to suck my nipple, then lightly bite it. With his other hand he started to finger me. 

I felt like i was on fire. My pussy was just runny now and I arched my back as I felt the warmth of an orgasm approaching. He clutched my breast with one hand and started to suck my nipple while fingering me faster. I gasped for air and shook. Slowly, but completely the warmth of an orgasm ran over me. It shook me from deep in my body out into my fingertips. I let out a very soft sound as I came. My breast popped out of his mouth and he looked at me still, "That's it honey. Cum for me. Cum for your father. Cum again."

And I did. I shook and felt tears rolling down my cheeks. My body was in pure bliss. It was complete and I was melting. 

The next thing I knew his mouth was on my pussy. I looked down at him as he licked and tongued me while his hands squeezed my breasts. I couldn't help but groan as his lips, then teeth found my clit and he started to suck. 

My father sucked and tugged on my clit with his teeth. I slid my legs over his shoulders and put my hands over my mouth as I screamed into them. The orgasm rushed through me so fiercely, all I could do was buck my hips against his mouth as he ate my cunt. Never had I felt something like this. I looked down at him through blurred vision and I could feel his deep loving gaze. I was warm and wet and orgasm now came again and again as if I was on the beach getting blindsided by waves.

"Daddy," I managed speaking through my teeth. "Please...fuck me."

He took his perfect mouth off my pussy and looked up at me. I stared down at him. My wetness covered his face and his mouth was glistening.

"Please Daddy," I groaned staring down at him. "I...I need your cock."

He stood up and took down his shorts. I stared at his cock and instantly hungered for it. My mind went blank but for how much I wanted my father to fuck me. 

He looked at me tenderly and stroked his dick with his right hand as if it could somehow get harder and bigger. I looked back and lifted my legs back as best as I could. His dick was something like I had never seen and yet I knew it was exactly what I always wanted. My mind was blank, I would do anything for that cock. I would let him do anything with it.

He guided it into my pussy and I was so wet he slid in easily and all the way. My father pushed all the way into me and I merely wrapped around him as he began to thrust. He wrapped his hands in my hair and stared into my eyes as he fucked me. He was not fast, but even and steady. His dick filled me each time and I came again as I knew it was hitting somewhere deep in my pussy I had never felt before. I just stared back at him.

"I..." he began in whispers "...have wanted to give you this...for so long." 

His face was intense and loving. I looked back at him and took his cock. If I had a g-spot, he was hitting it with the tip of his cock, over and over again. He lifted my legs up, above his shoulders and continued driving into me. It felt so deep, so far down, all the way into my body. My orgasms just came over me, again and again as he steadily and deeply fucked me.

My abs and sides started to ache from orgasm. I was weakening as he kept on going. I just let my hands slide up to the bed post and I held it as best as I could, trying to give my dad full access to my body. 

"That's it," he said in a whisper, "that's a good girl...fuck...I am gonna cum in you."

"Yes..." I moaned back. "Please...daddy...please cum."

His thrusts had steadily grown faster and seemingly deeper. Each one going so far into me, the tip of his cock hit something and made me weaker. I came again.

Then it happened.

"Oh my..." he let out a whisper and a groan as he began pumping his cum into me. With each thrust, his cock and balls emptied into my body. Again and again he thrust and pumped. I held onto the bed trying to take as much as I could. I wanted all of it, every single drop. I needed it more than anything.

He slowed his pace, trying to pump the last few times as deliberately as he could. Then, finally, he stopped and lay on top of me.

I was weak, exhausted, burning up and full of his cock and cum. I let go of the bed and held my father so tightly. 

"You are such a good girl," he whispered into my ear. "You are such a good girl."