Page 24 of Lust
My prayers went unanswered when Sara groaned in frustration. My cock twitched with her next moan, tearing down the last of my reserves. The voice in my ears got louder with each passing second until I could take it no more.
She is yours.
Take her.
She wants you.
Every woman wants you.
She’s lucky to be touched by you.
My heart lurched at the idea of someone discovering us at this very moment, with Sara grinding herself against her pussy and me contemplating touching her like a sick fucker. The reputation I had built, it’d be all for nothing. I’d be just another corrupt politician with immoral intentions.
But then the dark voice to haunt me for years whispered,No one has to know.
I started praying for divine intervention again because my first thought was about the accuracy of those words.No one has to know.Sara was zonked out from the pill, and our parents were fast asleep. How would anyone find out?
Fuck it.
I peeled the covers back and halted, transfixed. She only wore a pair of white boy shorts under her nightshirt. I watched as her hand moved inside her panties. It took every last bit of my remaining self-control not to yank them down for a glance of her soft flesh. I had fantasized about it every night for years.
Before stopping myself, my hand was palming the hard length through my sweatpants, stroking myself as I watched Sara work herself into a frenzy.
I wanted so much more, but this… what I was doing… was already so wrong. It was against her will, for she only saw me as her brother. But if a time came when I could convince her otherwise, I might have a lucid Sara with desire in her eyes.
The eroticism of such an image spurred on an impulse, and Goddamn if I didn’t follow it. I dragged her white panties down with care until exposing her small and beautiful cunt.
It was prettier than I had pictured all those nights while fisting my dick. The years of fantasizing about fucking her. The years of denying myself. Even my God knew that I could do it no longer.
The pad of my thumb lightly grazed her pussy. Before I could come to my senses, I gently shoved her hand away. In their stead, I pressed my digits on her cunt and opened up her folds.
Fuck.
My jaw clenched to suppress the rumble that threatened to break free. Her flesh was so damn tender and hot to my touch. Christ.
I had never pushed the envelope this far with Sara. At most, I watched her from far or didn’t let men near her. I had never touched her before.
But it was impossible not to when her nipples were rock hard, standing stout against her nightshirt. With my hand fisted around my cock, I used the other to stroke her hot cunt. I had never felt a pussy so soft or so responsive. Her cunt trembled under my touch, practically ready to fall apart when I pressed down on her throbbing clit.
“Mm,” Sara moaned in her sleep.
My eyes widened at the sensual sounds she made. Sara slept like dead under the influence of sleep medication, but no one had fondled her during those other times. Careful not to wake her, I continued to massage her folds.
Shit. This was so fucking hot.
When she pressed her thighs together—keeping my hand tightly locked in her pussy—I growled afuckand jumped on top of her. With my hand massaging her cunt, and the other fisting my dick, I used my knees as leverage to prop myself up, so I could watch both sinful sights. Unable to help myself, I stuffed a finger inside her, practically forcing my way in.
Thank fuck.
No one had been inside my Sara. I could feel her tight walls quaking around my thick finger. When I crooked it slightly to graze her untouched walls, Sara shuddered. She thrashed with her back arched and climaxed right in her sleep. Like clockwork, hot cum spurted out of me and onto her stomach and shirt, covering her.
Marking her.
And that was that.
I had broken the barrier and done something reprehensible. There was no coming back from it, and even though she didn’t know any better in her unconscious state, Sara was mine.
Pulling my sopping wet fingers out of her cunt, I brought them to my nose and then dipped them into my mouth. I tasted her before drifting them over Sara’s parted lips. She sucked on my fingers subconsciously when they plunged inside the warmth of her moist mouth.
