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If I said everything was good in my life, I’d be lying. Twenty-four years old, I spent Saturday morning studying philosophy for a test on my mother’s couch. I had been living with her and my sister for a month now, trying to rebuild my life, enjoying not having to pay rent at least for a while. So much for the guy who went to university abroad, I thought. The one who accepted a job offer to move back to the US just to see the company go bankrupt in a month; in one more, I had lost my recently purchased apartment.

When back, I thought about getting a second major, my sights on a master’s degree, just to find out not all of my credits were transferable. I chose some classes that would make my life easier, and I thought philosophy would be one of those. I had the class in high school and thought it would be a breeze. Aristotle, Descartes, and Hegel proved me wrong.

I felt imaginary smoke coming out of my ears while my brain fried into overdrive as I tried to come up with 1500 words for an assignment. I heard steps coming from the kitchen, and Mom was out at a Yoga class. It was Nina.

Unceremoniously bumping onto the back of the sofa I sat at, Katerina, my half-sister, seemed to be looking for something. Knowing her, banging on the couch was intentional. She’d never let pass a chance on being noticed by everyone; it didn’t matter the consequences. Once someone looked at her, it was hard to look away, and she had been trying very hard, every day, to catch my attention.

My mother, so intelligent she was, somehow got knocked up by a fucking Russian truck driver right after she divorced my father, the guy who got her pregnant while she was still in high school and then bailed on us. There was never an attempt to build a relationship since the new guy disappeared, hopping on the next plane back to his country - or at least that’s what she was told - as soon as he realized my mother wouldn’t give him the easy life he thought he’d get. Mom was very high up in the chain of corporate insurance, was making a lot of money, and although she seemingly couldn’t help herself spreading her legs for a motherfucker like that, she was still savvy enough not to let him into our lives. However, she had to raise my beautiful yet insufferable little sister by herself.

I never saw her complain, though. Apart from how she raised Katerina, I idolized my mother. The most cunning person I ever knew, who raised two kids by herself - with some help from my grandparents, but still - and managed to have a successful carrier. Also, at 39 years old and after having two kids, she was still gorgeous. Always very active, her thing now was practicing yoga. In my ignorance, I never gave much credit to that, considering it nothing but a handicapped version of any martial art - something I loved - but after noticing how tight her body was… I changed my mind. Not that she needed much help in that department. I had seen her in a bikini a week before, and I was stunned by how everything I guessed made all those men go crazy about her was still there: she had a perfect, petite frame, a round and tight butt, and smaller breasts that seemed immune to gravity. Once, I heard my grandma censuring her for not breastfeeding Nina, just as she probably didn’t with me, but seeing the end result, I didn’t judge her a bit. Our relationship was so cool and open that I told her that, and she chuckled.

The thing I missed the most while abroad was how she sometimes tended to lean her head on my shoulder when we were talking after I got taller - way taller - than her. I’d smell her shoulder-length brunette hair, and all would be well in the world. After I became a teenager, she became my best friend.

The thing I missed the least now that I was back was dealing with Nina.

“What the actual fuck!” I roared.

“What!?” She showed up from behind the couch, and I was struck by the sight of her pert young breasts barely covered by a white tank top. They were round, full, tempting, and in my case, forbidden to look at - it didn't matter how much she didn't care parading them around. I only imagined how the women would look like in her dad's family, since she had manage to inherit all of the most beautiful traces from my mom, an already gorgeous woman, and then some, her breasts bigger than Mom's. Genetics was a fascinating thing.

“I’m trying to study here!” I spat and looked elsewhere, wishing personality was also inheritable.

“And I’m trying to find my fucking socks! Don’t be such a baby!” She replied in the most annoying tone, a mix of high-pitch and bitchyness.

Even though she was nine years younger, I tried to build a good relationship with her. Nina was adorable from a young age, with long auburn hair that swirled into waves and curled down the way, skin so white and perfect, high cheeks with tiny freckles only speckled over them, a button for a nose, and big and bright green eyes. Her voice used to be smooth and melodious, and how she was tiny and delicate just roused every single overprotective cell I had in my body. I had a doll for a sister, I thought. Since they were my only family, I greatly valued my bond with them. For a good while, I treated her like a princess.

However, the truth about her showed up pretty soon. The more she grew, the more annoying she became, whether it be for my mom pampering her, the way she was understanding, or Nina’s acknowledgment of how gorgeous she was. Luckily, I didn’t have to stay around to see what sort of devilish teen she’d become, as I was already moving out of the country.

Well, I was correct in assuming that; every holiday I’d spend with them was the same uncomfortable situation. I’d have to watch my mother try to at least impose some limits on the girl, to no avail. Mom didn’t have the patience for it, giving up on arguments even before they began, and things escalated from there. Moreover, I noticed that chaos seemed to occur more often when I was around.

Nine months before, I visited them on Christmas. I was in a really good mood. I had graduated, was about to get that new job, was moving back to the US in five months, and was already looking for an apartment - which I discovered later as a terrible decision to have financed it right away without a reasonable down payment since I would only be able to keep it if I held that job… Stupid things you do when you’re twenty-four and excited about the future. Anyway. When I got home, the first thing that struck me was how Nina had developed in the one and a half years since I last visited.

Her first couple of years as a teen had done the trick, and although not much taller, her body had transformed completely. She was all curves in the right places; her hips had widened just right and connected with her slender and toned legs in a way she had a marvelous thigh gap. Full and firm C-cup breasts now inhabited the once mostly flat space on her chest, and they were only more noticeable by the way she didn’t seem to have gained any weight; her waist was thin, and her belly was flat. She let her hair grow, now falling wavy all the way down her back and almost touching her perfect butt… When she received me at the door wearing pink sweater pants that clung tightly to her every curve and a little shirt, I caught myself breathless for a second before my brain went back to work, and I remembered that she was my little sister. It wasn’t needed, though. Even if she wasn’t, I’d loathe her anyway. She stepped out the door wearing only that in the cold of December and stopped in front of me as I walked up the pathway, carrying my suitcase.

“Hi, Nina!” I tried sounding excited about seeing her again, maybe hoping for that sweetness she had when she was a kid - and I altogether avoided ogling her. It took her a second to answer as if she had waited for something that didn’t happen.

“Can you just get in? It’s freezing out here,” she whined at the door, sounding annoyed and nothing else, after seeing me for the first time in almost two years.

I never spoke to her on the phone while away, as I knew she wouldn’t pick it up, but I still made a point of sending her birthday presents for her thirteenth and fourteenth and not receiving a single thank you message. In person, it wasn’t much better.

That holiday was marked by how she wanted my undivided attention at the few times she decided to talk, how rude she was to our mother and her indifference to anything that would make that family moment special. On the few occasions we finally engaged in pleasant conversations, Nina would sour immediately if Mom got involved. I’d intervene, we’d bicker, argue, fight, and that was it.

After I moved in, I faced two torments: how Nina acted around me and how she looked. I joked with my mother once, when we drank together as soon as I arrived back, that she had made a pact with the devil by bringing that girl to life: the most beautiful flask, for the deadliest poison. She smiled sadly, and I regretted the comment. Mom then told me she had better luck with me, and it was my turn to let some sadness show on my face since my life was in complete turmoil. While she reassured me all of that would pass and that things would turn out alright for me, I thought about what she had said.

In fact, she had better luck with me, as I was a handsome guy - nothing closer to how absolutely gorgeous Nina was - but at least I was nice to her and was trying to make a life for myself. Nina seemed to want to see the world burn with us in it.

We couldn’t have a single conversation with her without the girl jumping in, making sarcastic, ironic comments on everything, and always doing the exact opposite of what she was told. It was as if she competed with Mom in everything. I kept my cool as much as possible, but I had given up trying to like her long ago and avoided trying to correct her since my mother would jump in her defense by pretending she was sparing me instead. “She’s not always this bad,” she’d say, or “She’s just jealous of you.” I didn’t believe any of those things.

I did remember how I eavesdropped on a conversation they had after the first week I moved in with them. My mother asked her why she had been wearing so few clothes suddenly, to which Nina answered, “Summer is here. Why? Are you going to start giving me fashion advice all of a sudden?” Mom left without saying another word, probably barely raising an eyebrow if I knew her as well as I thought. And that got me wondering why she started wearing less clothing, but not for long. She never needed an explanation for the shit she did.

Nina wouldn’t stop annoying me because of her damn socks. Socks I knew pretty well didn’t even exist in the first place. She just wanted to bother me, to show she could make me do what she wanted, like getting up from the couch in the middle of my studies just because she said so. To give her attention whenever she felt like it.

“Can you please let me study?” I tried to be reasonable, almost sounding like I was begging, which was demeaning, but not being confrontational felt like the right action at the moment.

“Can you please go find somewhere else to live, you hobo?” She mocked, maybe in an attempt to make a joke even when it sounded nothing like it, and moved around the couch, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, “Move so I can check under the cushions.”

Nina wore tiny black shorts that hugged every little curve of her crotch and upper thighs, and the tank top was so revealing and thin that, even not being see-through, I could see the sides, cleavage, and the perfectly round shape of her tits and clearly spot her nipples underneath the fabric. Again, there was a rush of adrenaline when I felt my loins warm up, my cock twitching, suddenly interrupted by brain activity: It’s your sister. She is your sister! That provocative young bitch in front of you is your little sister!

“Go put on some clothes,” I grunted while looking down at my book, which I used to cover how she was making me hard. Luckily, I wore boxers and a pair of gray knit cargo shorts; otherwise, that tent would become evident in a blink.

“Fuck you. I’ll wear whatever I want,” Nina scoffed, leaned over me, and started to grope around the couch, with me still on it, to look for her damn socks. “If you want to be a perv, that’s your problem,” she said with the shadow of a sarcastic smile on her full, red lips.

As she did so, there they were, her marvelous young breasts. As she abruptly leaned over, the large and loose collar of her tank top gave way, and those firm orbs, with such beautiful white silky skin and topped with delicate, small, and pink nipples, just showed, and I couldn’t, for the hell of it, avoid to gaze and marvel at them.

In the rollercoaster of sensations and feelings I felt at that moment, all of them inappropriate, what won was anger. I couldn’t understand that mix of lustfulness and attitude. Not even her sweet scent could ease my anger and frustration for how Nina treated me without an ounce of respect.

“Nina, stop!” I shouted and didn’t hide even a bit how angry I was.

Although she flinched, Nina went on with it, almost as if forcing herself to push through her fear just to piss me off. “Oh, shut up!” She retorted, grabbing my book and tossing it to the floor.

…And that was it.

With one arm, I pushed her back. I was a reasonably big guy, 6’1” the last time I measured when I was still in high school, and muscular. The movement knocked her back as if she weighed nothing, falling backward and half crashing, half sitting down on the center table. A cup I had put there before, thankfully not crushed by her butt, was sent flying to the carpeted floor of the living room, spinning its way to a stop.

Nina only looked at me almost in shock; it was the first time I saw her scared in a long, long time. Those green orbs in terror as she saw me stand up, on any other day of my life, any other moment, and especially with any other person, would have made me stop and apologize. Not that day. I wasn’t done with her.

“You idiot!” She started saying, her voice breaking but still trying to keep the tough act, while I noticed her shoulders trembling, “The center of this table is glass! I could’ve…”

I leaned over, grabbed her by the straps of her tank top, “You fucking, useless, spoiled brat…” I snarled between gritted teeth, feeling my face burning. The scared face she had on while I did so didn’t help me contain myself at all. Much the opposite.

I initially tried to pull her up and off the table so I could scream straight to her face, as pissed off as I was, but soon as I felt the fabric of her almost inexistent garment start to rip, something came over me, and I just tore it open. It was sudden, violent, and she closed her eyes tight and squealed loudly when it happened. The ripping fabric echoed throughout the room, and the girl fell again, sitting on the table.

Now she seemed shocked, her eyes still on me but out of focus as I towered over her, panting. I was full of cold anger, the worst, most dangerous type there is. She just stayed there, her legs apart, the remains of her tank top hanging from her shoulders, her arms back while she propped on them, leaning back on the table, and her pert beautiful breasts standing proudly in their perfection, adorning a girl that seemed broken.

None of our reactions fit with what was expected of the situation. We should have been screaming at each other, I’d say all the other things I thought about her, and Nina would be calling me names, maybe running to her room. None of it happened.

Her chest heaved, and her eyebrows flickered, but she didn’t move, and I was the first to say something.

“You wanted to parade like a slut around me; have it your way now,” I hissed.

Still, she only panted and looked at me in some sort of stupor, not even covering her breasts. I thought she’d cry, but not even that. Her face was blushing scarlet, though. A pink rue mixed with her very subtle freckles, coloring her high cheeks, and her full and red lips trembled like all the rest of her body.

“What?” I continued, “No quirky remarks? No spitefulness?”

“W-What if tell m-mom?…” Nina whined in a broken voice, the low tone reminiscent of the one she had when she was younger but still with a hint of defiance.

“Here,” I said, taking my phone out of my pocket and offering it to her, “Go ahead. I’m not worried.”

Nina looked lost when I did that, and she obviously didn’t get the phone. So I continued:

“You can be anything to anyone who doesn’t know you. But you are nothing more than a brainless, emotionless, disrespectful piece of garbage to us. The only thing you have is beauty,” I growled. “As you grow up, you’ll be only useful for guys to fuck then throw away. That’s what you are. A damn fuck toy.”

“I know t-that…” She mumbled, tears finally showing in her eyes, and the defiant tone finally disappeared, “Is that what you’ll do now? Fuck me and throw me away?” Nina sobbed. “At least I’d be getting some reaction out of you.”

My head was in complete turmoil. Her words spiraled inside my brain in a confusing mixture of arousal, anger, and pity. Nina had agreed with me and dared me to show her what she meant to me. At the same time, she tried to blame me for her behavior. I was very pissed. And when I looked at her again, all of her… I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her badly. Still, I tried to see reason.

“Are you stupid or something!? I tried being nice to you! Your whole life!” I said while stepping forward, which prompted her to cower.

“And I didn’t take it, and now you’ll rape me, won’t you? Because I’m only good for that,” She said while partially recomposing herself, some of her annoying bratty tone back.

With one push, my hand on her shoulder, I dropped her to the floor. Nina didn’t react, just letting her body fall sideways over the carpet, and before she could change her mind, I rolled her over, belly down, and laid on top of her. Her breath was ragged while I grabbed the waistband of her tiny shorts and fumbled until I could pull them down.

Her breathing sounded loud in my ears, as did mine. With one arm, I pressed down on her shoulders, and with the other hand, I freed my pulsing erection, which I then guided between her buttcheeks and below. She wriggled under me, sobbed, but didn’t really fight me, and after some poking, I felt the tip of my dick finding the soft, tight folds of her teen pussy. Nina was wet.

That was arousing her. I tried to get my head around it and understand what was happening. Either she really believed what we both said and considered herself nothing more than a fuckable, delightful piece of meat, or I wasn’t raping her at all, and this was all a big game of play pretend. Or both.

I let go of her shoulders and wrapped my hand in her luscious, thick, auburn hair, yanking her head to the side so I could see her face. Nina let out a groan and gasped with her mouth open. Then I push forward voraciously. One thrust and I felt the slippery but absurdly tight lips of her pussy giving me passage.

“HuuUUnnnGH!” She groaned, her eyes wide and her face pressing sideways on the light grey carpet by the weight of my hand, holding her hair close to her scalp.

I let out a whispery groan as soon as I realized how amazing it felt to be inside her. I didn’t know if it was the thrill of being inside my little sister, if it was me releasing all that anger in the form of action, or if it was the fact I had never fucked a girl as young as she was, but either way, it felt unbelievable. I withdrew only enough, then pushed forward, again and again, getting deeper into her velvety insides while she let out loud gasps at my every movement.

“Aah-ahh-Agh-Aaaagh,” Nina started letting out breathy and cried groans while I began stabbing her with short and voracious thrusts. Positioning my legs to the sides of hers, propping myself properly, I pushed forward more avidly, putting more of myself inside of her, and she squealed loudly, “HuuuUUuuhhhh!!”

Some good five inches in, the further I could get in that position, I started pounding her. My pelvis hitting her beautiful, heart-shaped butt started to produce slapping noises; such was my avidity to be inside her. Even though her tunnel gripped me as if she clenched her own hand around my cock, firmly, I had no problem increasing the pace. The warm, velvety walls of her entrance were totally wet, ready for me to do whatever I wanted.

Once I got to a fast, steady pace, I pulled at her hair, yanking her head back, her delicate chin barely touching the carpet, and I kept fucking her. I just enjoyed doing it while not worrying about a single thing, nothing other than how it felt to be atop Nina’s body, so smooth, warm, perfect… At every in, my pelvis would hit her buttocks, and I’d feel how firm it was and what an incredible sensation I got the deeper my dick sunk into her. It might have been the position, but it felt as if the path narrowed the further I got.

While that happened, Nina only let out crying groans that started sounding more like aroused whimpers with every minute, “Ga-aah! Huuunngh! Uh! Huuuh!” And she would sometimes cough or gasp while catching her breath, and the sounds she made were starting to sound so beautiful…

“You’re loving this… aren’t you?” I said while heaving, pounding away at her young entrance. “Your big brother using you like this…”

She didn’t answer, just let out an even louder gasp… And I felt her tighten inside, and that prompted me to go even rougher on her as I felt an orgasm building.

“AaaAaaaaAAAAHHH!” The young girl started screaming as I pulled harder at her hair, making her arch her back a little. I still fucked her frantically when I burst, cumming inside her. I timed the jolts with final, paused, and firm thrusts, to which she replied in weakened, tired little moans and gasps, “Huugh… A-Ahh…Ahhh…”

I let myself rest on top of her, and while she felt amazing under me, reality came back rushing all at once. I let go of her hair, and she let her face numbly drop to the floor. I stood up, thinking of what I had done. Splayed on the floor, Nina breathed loudly, her legs apart, shorts folded and crumpled around her upper thighs. Looking down at her beautiful and round butt, I could see how the pink lips of her pussy glistened, my seed oozing from within. It was no surprise there wasn’t any blood there, as I didn’t think for a second, even by how astoundingly tight she was, that she would still be a virgin, and I was right.

She didn’t cry, just breathed, gasped, her petite body trembling occasionally. I sat back on the couch, trying to understand what had happened. I realized she had never asked me to stop. As I did so, I felt something under my hand. I clenched my fingers on it under one of the couch cushions and had a pair of black satin thigh-high socks in my hand.

“Oh, fuck…” I said to myself. “Nina, come here.”

But she didn’t move, just breathed yet a little louder.

So I got up, knelt, and reached for her shorts, pulling them down and off. She wriggled but didn’t really put up a fight. When I rolled her on her back, however, after getting hit by the absolute gorgeousness of her front, with her crotch completely shaven and how ridiculously beautiful her pussy looked with those puffy mounds covering that thin, little pink-lipped slit that had given me so much pleasure, she put her little hands up, her palms toward me and begged, “No, Karl, w-wait…”

The smooth white skin of her flat belly and the corners of her wide hips had red spots where I had pressed and humped her against the carpet, and so did her amazing breasts. The carpet material was too rough, just like I had been on her.

“Come here,” I said while getting her from under her arms, passing my own around her, and practically carrying the young girl to the couch, where I put her on my lap.

Nina didn’t look at me but didn’t avoid me either, letting one of her arms around my neck where I had put it. She looked at me a little surprised when I tugged a strand of deep red hair behind her tiny ear. She didn’t look traumatized by what I had done, shaken at best by how I had treated her.

“I won’t apologize,” I said.

“Why would you? Am I not just a fuck toy?” She retorted, but her voice was still a little broken.

I raised her stockings to where she could see them, and she furiously grabbed them from my hand.

“Why were you looking for this on a Saturday morning?” I asked.

“None of your business,” she said, looking away and pouting like a little girl.

I pinched her cheeks with one hand and made her look at me, “Why?”

Her green eyes opened again, a mix of surprise and maybe a little fear, things that apparently served well to make her behave.

“I was putting them on,” she shied an answer, her mouth an ‘o’ by how my index and thumb squeezed her lower cheeks.

“For who?” I asked with my tone low, bringing her cute face close to mine.

She inhaled deeply, and looked down for a second when I let go of her face, then she said, “For you.”

“So you were teasing me…” I let my words ring. “You have been teasing me this whole time…” And suddenly, much of what had been happening made sense to me. Any shade of regret I had about what I had done to her disappeared. For some reason, she wanted this to happen.

I let one of my hands slide from her shoulder, and I cup one of her breasts, filling my hand with its firm, soft flesh, something I have wanted to do since I saw them for the first time, and I gave it a nice squeeze.

“D-Don’t… Uhh!” Nina lets out a high-pitched moan when I pinch and tug at her delicate, pink nipple. I have a little grin as I watch her tit jiggle when I release it. “I didn’t want this to happen,” Nina continued, “I thought with you it would be different…”

“Different from what?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” Nina said, cozily resting her head on my shoulder.

I had some difficulty assimilating that. If I knew that being a monster to her would make Nina turn docile like this, I’d have done it before… Or maybe not. She’d be too young. Damn it, she was still too young if I didn’t let the way her body looked get in the way of brain functionality.

“Wait a second…” I thought to have put things together, and the conclusion made my blood boil “...someone raped you?” After I said it, the words made me feel like a hypocrite.

“No,” she chuckled, “This has nothing to do with you.”

Nina chuckled while sitting naked on my lap, and I was astounded. I could feel my own cum, mixed with her juices, dripping down her slit and making my thigh wet. I felt her as close to me as ever in such an otherwise disturbing situation… And I realized I was lying to myself. All this time, I had ignored her because I wanted her, and the angrier I got, the more I craved her.

I reached down, touching her knee, and tried to part her legs. She resisted for a second, and I looked at her, censuring her. Nina bit her lower lip and reluctantly spread her legs for me. I loved the way she looked coy, submissive. That suited her so much better, and knowing I could get her to act like this… It was perfect. It didn’t matter how deranged it would seem later.

I slid my hand down her arm, then her inner thigh, her eyebrows twitching in apprehension. When the tip of my fingers found the little love nub that topped her entrance, Nina gasped. I pressed on it gently, starting a circling motion.

“Tell me. What happened?” I said in a demanding tone.

“N-No…” She murmured, panting.

“What should I do so you’d obey me?” I started saying while feeling her shiver under the movement of my fingers, “Pinch your delicious nipples, slap you, bend you over and fuck you again…?”

Nina gasped beautifully while listening to me, sitting upright on my lap as she unwittingly arched her back and bucked her hips, her crotch in even more contact with my fingers.

“I’ll do all this to you later, as you know you deserve to be punished for being a little bitch, such a cock tease,” I ran the tip of my nose from her chin to her neck, and I see goosebumps surface on her perfect, smooth white skin, “But I think you like what I’m doing right now… And this is only reserved for good girls who obey their big brothers.”

Nina nods, her eyes closed, and she starts talking between big breaths and moans.

“T-The boy I… Uhnn… W-Was with at the beginning of freshman year f-fucked me once… Took my virginity… N-Never spoke to me a-again,” she let out in a whispery, broken voice.

I was surprised. That seemed impossible. What teenage boy would let all of this go? Instead of sharing what I thought, I used the information to make a point.

“What does this say about you?” I wanted to make her think about how she had been acting intolerable. Trying to make her see it as a wake-up call.

“That I’m a f-fuck toy. Just like you said…” Nina tried to put a mocking, self-deprecating tone to it, but it sounded like she was about to start sobbing. “One t-that you fuck and throw away.”

“And how does this compare to what I did?” I scoffed, “I fucked you, yes, but I’m not throwing you away.”

“Because you can’t. I’m your sister,” she escaped her almost delirious, aroused state for a second and said it firmly.

“Or because I want to keep fucking you…” Gently now, I dipped two of my fingers in her wet, hot slit, and it was wonderful to feel it tighten around them as she let out a loud, sonorous moan.

“Ohhh… G-God… Karl…” She gritted her teeth as I started to finger fuck her tight little pussy while still circling my thumb, playing with her clit. “I’ll b-be a good girl… I’ll be a g-good girl for you…” Nina said in a high pitch, and her insides started twitching.

“Good to hear, but you still have much to pay for. Do you understand that?” I held her tighter with my arm around her waist, my hand resting on her flat belly. I loved to feel her young body writhe, my fingers bringing her so close to orgasm already while her entrance dripped a mix of our juices.

Her teary green eyes curtained by her thick lashes, Nina was so taken by the feeling that she just moaned, not answering me. So I stopped. Nina gasped, looked at me with begging eyes, and her whole hourglass figure shook in distress.

“I understand! I understand! Please…!” She whimpered in such a sexy way I felt my cock twitch back to life under her.

“See? You’re a bad girl. You don’t deserve this…” I said, and I removed my fingers, feeling how her entrance sucked at them while I did so.

I was interested in her reaction. If she got pissed and tried to run, what I really hoped for, I’d throw her on the couch and fuck her again. If she tried to argue…

Nina leaned her head on my shoulder again, shivering so hard and whimpering, begging.

“Fuck me then… Just fuck me…” and she looked at me, eyes teary but a somewhat malicious grin on her trembling lips, “That I deserve, don’t I?”

“Yes…” I let out a sigh, and a wicked wave of excitement ran over my whole body by watching my little sister begging for me to fuck her barely minutes after I had gone really rough on her, “That you do.”

Then we heard the front door unlock, and it all happened really fast.

Mom came into the house much earlier than I had anticipated. The stairs were right in front of the door, and the living room was just a short turn left away. There was a big chance she’d go straight upstairs to take a shower, but there was an even bigger chance she’d come right into us. For a second, Nina just gasped but stayed static on my lap. Then, she tried to get up, but I held her in place; there was no time, and her running would only make a noise.

I stayed sitting down, my pulse drumming in my ears, as I tried to imagine what would be the outcome of Mom catching us in a situation like that. I wonder what Nina would say, what I would allege in my defense. I wondered if there was any chance this would be understandable or acceptable, but my hope was very thin.

“Hello! Can you believe they canceled my class because…” She started saying while walking in, coming straight for the living room, where I was when she left.

She saw us, still in her sports bra and yoga pants, her yoga mat rolled under her arm. Nina gasped in my lap, and I felt my face go cold. Instead of cowering, I was getting ready to go aggressive yet again. That didn’t make sense at all, but it’s how I felt.

However, Mom didn’t spend more than 10 seconds looking at us… Not saying a thing, and with an impassive look on her face, she walked up to us while we looked at her wide-eyed. She then, calmly, leaned forward and took Nina’s reddened face in her hand.

“Now that you got what you wanted… Maybe even more than that,” Mom corrected herself after looking up and down Nina’s body, seeing her state, and briefly looking at me, her lips curving up in a contained smile, “Will you please cut the bullshit?” What Nina heard while inhaling deeply, in shock.

Then she left us there and headed to the stairs, looking back for only a moment, looking at me, and she seemed ready to say something else… But didn’t.

And how she sighed left me with a good guess of what that might have been.

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