Aug sucks.
It 's the live month of the class, and that means a lot these days.
Your elbow grease is bleeding through your albumen shirt as you walk back to your home.
The last audience did n't go so well. It would 've been a peachy job, but the interviewer ... well, she made you operose, to put it simply. It made it really hard to concentratre on her questions, and you just could n't stop staring at her.
Just a bit on the short slope, with blonde locks and deep blue eyes. An almost child-like build, kinda like your-
No. You wo n't say it. You wo n't even think it. No no NO.
Whatever, it 's been a longsighted day. You 're hot, your tired, you 're sweating through this damn dress shirt, just shtup it. All you want to do is get home, take a dip in the pool to cool down off, and REST.
Finally ariving, you stumble through the front threshold with an exhausted `` Hey I 'm home. '' Hearing no response, you kick off your shoes and headway to your room.
A quick strip'n'slip later, you 're in your shorts and ready to dive.
You bound through the backdoor and cannonball into the pool. The water greets your reaching with a hearty SPLOOOOSH, the chill liquid engulfs you, and at once, you feel at peace with the world.
You surface and float on your spinal column, eyes closed ...
And then open them when you hear a voice.
'' WHAT THE blaze, JOHN ? ! ``
Your eyes snap opened, and there, huddled against the side of meat of the syndicate, is your small sister.
'' SHIT ! Lauren ? ! I did n't think anyone else was plate ! ``
'' I was in the pool you moron, I did n't find out you get along in ! ``
You sigh and let your feet touch the posterior to place upright. You 're about to apologize when you notice your Sister 's men are crossed over her breast. Weird how she 's kept her back to you this whole metre ...
But then you look again, and notice the distinct deficiency of a strap across her back.
'' Lauren, were you ... are you ... Skinnydipping ? ``
She goes red. She was already red before, you realize, but now she 's nearly boiling the water around her.
'' No ! Maybe ! Yes, fine, I was skinnydipping, I mean, I AM skinnydipping ! '' She drops down so only her head is visible above the surface.
'' Just ... could you bring me my bathing suit so I can get out ? '' She gestures over to one of the pool chairs, a bikini top and bottom splayed out across it.
Smirking and snorting at your li'l sis 's expense, you step out of the pocket billiards and fetch the bikini half. They 're red, and ... very small. SCANDALOUSLY lowly, actually.
At least a one-third of them are litle more than twine, and what 's left would leave almost nothing to the imagination.
You whistle involuntarily at the mental simulacrum of your babe in this getup.
'' What ? ! '' Lauren says, her sleeve still crossing her chest.
'' Uh, just .... '' You scramble for an explanation. `` Just surprised you had the courage to abuse out of the theatre wearing this ! '' Safe.
'' Hey, I 've got the figure for it. Why should n't I ? ``
You look back at her. She 's looking right back at you, this smug, defgiant look in her eye.
Just like Lauren ; always trying to prove she 's just as grown up as you. Makes you want to ... NO. John L. H. Down, Little John !
You supress your ... baser instincts and wade back into the pool with her two-piece. She holds her hand out for it.
You hold on your hand just short of hers. tinker's damn you, baser instinsts.
'' You know, '' you say, a devious smirk crossing your lips, `` I COULD attain you get these yourself, if I wanted. ``
'' Wha- John ! '' She snatches for the swimsuit, but you pull your deal away just in clip, utilizing your height advantage by holding it over your head.
'' turn over it back ! '' your sister outcry, thrashing around in the body of water, one arm over her boob, the other stretch for her swimsuit.
You back away, sticking your tongue out and teasing her ... but as you do, you ca n't help but notice that she 's having to brush up against you to touch for the suit, and the farther away she has to reach, the to a greater extent of her body comes in contact with yours ...
You back away until you 're against the boundary of the pool, leaning back with your arm to preserve the suit of clothes out of reach.
And your little sister is jumping against your body with such force play, almost grinding against it, her balmy, wet pulp against yours ...
She jumps against you one more time, and you both feel something catch in your swim trunks.
'' Uh ... John ? What was- ''
Your hired man are on her shoulders. When did that happen ?
'' John, what are you- ''
You shove her against the bound of the pool and she gasps, shocked. She looks up at you plaintively, crossing her hands over her breasts again
'' ... John ? ``
You realize you 're panting. It 's just too much. Her, her body, her optic, her naked flesh, HER. Your sweet little sister, the one you 've wanted to jazz for as long as you 've wanted to fuck anyone, is here in nominal head of you, stark naked.
You reach below the water, grab her wrist joint, and force her hands away from her chest.
'' King John, WHAT ARE YOU- ''
You place a hand over her mouth. Those blue eyes are wide now, panicked, and she 's struggling, kicking her branch and trying to get away from you.
You get in close.
'' Who did you conceive you were fooling, slut ? Huh ? Did you think I would n't see what you wanted, wearing stuff like this ? ``
Your other hand is below the urine now ; over her breasts, down across her midriff, and there it is, that warm little prize she keeps between her legs.
She grabs your wrist and attempt to draw you away, shrieks muffled under your early hand.
Your fingers force themselves between her pegleg, her second joint grinding to try to hale you away, but it 's not enough. Her lovesome lips are against your hand now, and she sobs as your pollex brushes her clit.
You can feel it poking out, that warm, buckram nub agains thte ball of your thumb.
'' Do n't lie to me, slut ! You wanted this, did n't you ? Skinnydipping in the pool, just waiting for me to come back, thinking about all the risque matter you 'd like me to do ... well, is THIS naughty enough ? ! ``
You force a finger inside her, and she screams into your hand.
It 's wet inside, wetter than you expected, blotto than the damn POOL. It 's wily and quick and wet and it takes you inside with hardly any electric resistance. So you put another finger in, and force the both of them even deeper inside her, and she screams even louder.
She 's screaming and sobbing with each knife thrust of your fingers, each rotation of your quarter round against her clit. She 's kicking, clawing, trying to get away, but no matter what she does, she ca n't change the fact that your consistence is pressed against hers, your finger's breadth are in her pussy, and her hips are bucking with them.
It was n't easily to tell at first ; she was struggling grueling, and violently too.
But as your finger do their work, you begin to notice a rythym to her struggles ... one that times perfectly with that of your fingers and thumb.
You risk taking your handwriting off her mouth, and are greeted only with breathy moans.
'' John ... Please, period, we .... I 'm you 're sister, we ca n't ... ''
'' We ca n't what ? '' you reply.
'' P-please ... do n't f ... .f-fu ... .. '' Her eyes are going out of fous. You drive your finger's breadth a little deeply inside and her hips buck again.
Finally her eyes come into focus again. They 're large, blue, and they 're pleading you with everything they have.
'' Please do n't fuck me, brother. ``
Sometimes the sound motivation to do something is to be told not to.
You pull your finger out of her profoundness, grab her by the articulatio humeri again and spin her around.
She 's leaning over the border of the pool now, her tit pressed agains the corner.
'' W-wait ... can, you ca n't do this, I 'm ... ''
Her ass is grinding against your crotch.
'' I 'm your sister, you ca n't ... I 'm not even ... ''
You rip your swim trunks away and palpate your distance brush between her thighs. She gasps and tries to pull away, but you stay with her.
'' We ca n't ... It 's not aright, John, I ... ''
Your dick finds its way to her entree, and she yelps, trying to rive away.
'' I 'm only fourteen, I ca n't ... we ca n't do THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ''
You 're inside.
She could only require the head ... She 's too stringent to take any more.
But your footling sis 's pussy is now spasming around the head of your cock. And that 's damn near enough to send you overboard.
You keep it together, though. After all, she 's your Sister, right ? She deserves better than a premature ejaculator.
So you force it in just alittle deeper, and she screams.
zilch over her sass this meter. Nothing to hold her back. Your minuscule sister Lauren SCREAMS as you shove your cock deeper inside her, and, god help you, you love it.
She 's begging you to stop now. At to the lowest degree, you think she is. She 's saying something, but between her pained gasps and your arousal, you ca n't learn her. ( edited )
So you force it deeper still.
She tries to scream, but she ca n't this time.
A sort of choke off groan comes out of her, like a dying gasp, almost.
She collapses against the boundary of the pond as your dick penetrates her further.
Maybe she was a virgin ? You 're not surely ; you never asked, and it 's a short late now anyway.
So you push just a little deeper.
She twitches and moan as you bottom out inside her.
You can sense her engulfing you now ; her besotted pussy, so taut it almost feels like it 's trying to strangle you, is swallowing you whole.
You take a consequence to taste the sensation of your pricy little Sister 's snatch gobbling you up. ( edited )
Then you grab her hips.
Lauren whimpers as she realizes what 's about to happen.
You pull yourself almost entirely out of her. She lets out a throaty, bestial moan.
And you slam back inside.
She has no sound for this, save a choking little gasp. There IS no speech sound for being so comprehensivley violated by your brother.
All the miserable small girl can do is grasp the boundary of the consortium with T. H. White brass knucks as her big comrade slowly withdraws his duration from her body, and then forces it back in.
You can barely tolerate it. It 's so warm. It feels like your peter never belonged anywhere else, like this is a homecoming, like this HAD to happen ... How can it be ill-timed if it feels so good ?
Maybe, says a rascally niggling voice in the cover of your thinker, it feels so good BECAUSE it 's unseasonable ?
You groan as the opinion occurs to you. ( edited )
Grabbing a handful of your Sister 's hair, you pull her closing to you.
You can hear her groaning and panting as you thrust hurtle thrust slowly and deliberately into her.
'' See, is n't this near ? '' you whisper into her ear. `` Does n't this palpate slap-up ? '' You suckle her ear lobe. `` Do n't you want more ? '' You bite. ( edited )
She makes no response ... not verbal, at least. But you feel her body shudder against yours.
Your wrapping a hand around her breast ; so prominent and firm, so warm, and with that cover girl pink nipple poking against your palm.
'' Do n't you want more Lauren ? '' drive. `` Do n't you desire more ? '' Thrust. `` Do n't you want more ? '' THRUST. ( edited )
You know she wo n't resolve you with words. Her body answers you, instead. Her twat seems just little bit surface-active agent now, and her pelvis are grinding against yours.
'' See ? I knew you would like it. ``
She half sobs, half groan as she accepts what she really wants.
And then you start to get serious.
If you were above H2O, the slap of your hips against her ass would probably be audible a cube away. Instead, all that can be heard is a muted whoosh SWOOSH swoosh of water as you fuck your Sister as hard as you can.
Wave break out from the epicenter of your love life, and a anchor ring of lily-white foam starts to form around you as your bodies collide with ever greater force.
She 's not even trying to hide it anymore ; your slight sister is actively grinding her body against yours, desperately trying to get Thomas More of you inside her, to recieve more of brother 's length in her hungry slit. ( edited )
You feel yourself approaching the end, and it suddenly dawns on you what you 're doing.
You 're fucking your little sister. Your sweet little sister who grew up with you, who fought with you, who shared lives and retentiveness with you.
Lauren, that girl that was always there for you when no other girl was.
You hilt inside her.
And thin down so you can whisper in her ear. ( edited )
'' Hey, sis ... I 'm not pulling out. ``
There 's a second, a brief moment as she processes this. In this here and now, several matter happen.
She gasps, moan something inarticulate, and effort to push you away.
You grab her rosehip and pull yourself in as deep as possible as your dick erupts.
And her pussy traveling bag you slopped than before, tighter even than when you first began raping her, and milks the seed from your cock.
The two of you are on the edge of the pool now, you slumped over her back, both of you panting for breath.
You lift her case up to attend at yours. She 's dead-eyed, binge streaming down her cheeks.
'' No turning back now, Lauren. ``
You plant a buss on her lips.

END