#sibling rivalry

PUP // Free At Last

This Canadian Prep school cast a production of Les Misérables starring a brother and sister duo as Valjean and Javert!!!

They also had a female Enjolras and Feuilly, but unfortunately the show had to be canceled because of Covid

Bob and Monet at Drag Con UK

My sister and I had this long standing tradition of getting together and watching a movie on the first Saturday of each month. We alternated who got to pick the movie and it never failed that she would pick a sappy drama while I would pick an action flick or horror movie. For the past year, her thirty-one-year-old boyfriend has been joining us and he brought comedies to the table, most often of the raunchy variety.

I got to choose the movies since she had to cancel for three months straight on me. It was only supposed to be me and her, so when I got there and saw him? Well, it irritated me, to say the least. He was a complete dick.

I rolled my eyes when he opened the door and he smirked, “Happy belated birthday, Rachel,” he said.

I pushed past him and saw my sister putting her earrings in her ear, an apologetic look on her face, “You have to go to work?” I asked.

She nodded, “I won’t be long I hope. I have a few calls out to try and get someone else in but for now, I have to fill in for Andy, he busted up his leg on his motorcycle. Start the movies and we will celebrate when I get home, I promise.”

I tossed the movies to Dick, which was not his name, but it was what I called him. He looked them over and shook his head before he looked at my sister, “Your little sister is fucking morbid,” he said to his girlfriend.

She smiled and nodded, “You have to be macabre to some degree in order to survive in our family,” she said.

Carrie looked at me and wagged her finger accusingly, “Behave, no tricks, no fights. You’re both adults so I expect you to act like it.”

I stuck my tongue out at her and smiled then looked at him, “Tell him not to piss me off then,” I replied.

Carrie looked at Dick and he held his hands up, “I’ll try but she gets pissed off at the slightest fucking thing sometimes.”

My sister looked back at me and I crinkled my nose and twisted my smirk into more of a sneer, “I’ll try,” I said.

If I had known he was going to be there, I would have picked different movies. Hellraiser’s pain and bondage theme was something my sister and I could bond over as we’d discussed things like that with one another all the time. While Re-Animator involved a very difficult scene for a girl to watch with a guy, even if they hated one another.

My sister kissed my cheek then hugged her boyfriend and left us there as she mouthed an extra, “I’m sorry,” to me before she shut the door.

I sighed and climbed onto the couch as Dick looked at the movies, “Which do you want to watch first?” he asked.

“Hellraiser,” I said, dreading watching the fucking gorgeous Barbara Crampton spread on a steel table for a severed head’s enjoyment.

“Pizza should be here in about twenty minutes,” he said.

I nodded and laid down on my side as he sat down by my feet. When the pizza arrived, he got it and put it on the table in front of us then flipped the lids open. It surprised me to see that he ordered each of us our own pizzas, he was usually super stingy. But he ordered me a medium pizza with onion, peppers, mushrooms, spinach, feta cheese, extra cheese and no tomato sauce.

“Did my sister order the pizza?” I asked.

He shook his head and I felt a little bad for hating him for a second.

“Thank you, then,” I said as I grabbed a slice.

He half-smiled, “I’m not always an asshole, Rachel,” he retorted.

I smiled, “No, sometimes you’re a dick.”

He hit my foot, “So you know, I wasn’t going to be here tonight. After Carrie got called into work she asked me to stay because she didn’t want to completely cancel on you again.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” I said.

He ate his entire pizza, I had two slices of mine and he had a third slice of it while making a face that hinted that he didn’t think it tasted as bad as he thought it would. He put the rest of mine in the fridge near the end of Hellraiser.

“Why don’t you like tomato sauce?” he asked as he came back and jumped onto the couch with me.

“The great food poisoning debacle when we were kids” I said, “haven’t been able to eat tomato sauce since.”

He laughed and I kicked him in the thigh, “Don’t laugh,” I said, “it was awful. Carrie shit herself waiting for our brother to get out of our only bathroom. Dad ended up going into the woods. I don’t know what mom did, she kept everything prim and proper. I ended up running to my grandma’s house down the road, where she took care of me the rest of the night. It was the sickest I’d ever been and now I can’t tolerate tomato sauce without a reminder of that night.”

“Carrie shit herself?” he asked with a laugh.

I nodded, “Don’t tell her I told you about that. She’s traumatized by it.”

He held his hands up, “Won’t say a word.”

I smiled and settled back onto the couch, tucking my toes under his leg to warm them up, he shifted to let me. When the movie ended he started to get up to change it but, I put my foot on his leg, “I’ve got it,” I said.

I looked around at my sister’s videos on top of the tv, wondering if I could swap it out with another without him noticing, but she only had romance flicks and those could be worse. I slid the tape into the player then ran back over and jumped on the couch while he fast-forwarded through the previews. I pulled my hands into my shirt and tucked my feet under him again as I turned my upper body to watch the movie.

It wasn’t as bad as I remembered it being, but I was still super attracted to Barbara Crampton. She had the ideal body in my mind. Somewhere between my sister’s petite and busty goddess body and my tall and curvy, yet small-boob-having, frame. Pretty much every time I saw that woman naked I got excited by the idea of her allowing me to please her.

By the end of the movie, Jeff was asleep and I was fucking throbbing at getting lost in my thoughts of fun times with Barb. The fact that she was way older than me was not a deal-breaker at all. In fact, it made her that much more appealing.

I was glad I didn’t bring From Beyond. Her in that leather getup would have resulted in me not caring if Jeff was still awake or not when I slid my hand into my panties for relief.

As it was, I was uncomfortable and he was snoring. So, I didn’t see the harm in easing a little of that ache.

I didn’t undress. I unfastened my jeans, opened them up then slid them down enough to get my hand into my panties, and smiled. I curled my fingertips inward, rubbing along the entrance to my vagina in order to coat my fingertips in the plentiful fluids Ms. Crampton evoked from me and moved my fingers up to my already swollen clit.

I didn’t arch or moan, I didn’t rub fast and hard. I moved my slick fingertips back and forth and around the swollen bit of exposed flesh at the top of my slit. My thighs tensed, my stomach tensed and my body tingled as the pleasure built up from the gentle and slow teasing. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to move my hips or curl my toes.

Lying as still as possible while edging on that crest of pleasure is difficult, but I managed it. I felt Jeff move on my feet and I froze as I opened my eyes.

He was not sleeping anymore.

Jeff’s eyes were on my hand hiding beneath my open jeans and exposed panties.

I pulled my hand from my panties without riding over that crest, aching for more but denying myself as I adjusted my jeans and refastened them, then got up. I didn’t know if I was about to leave and walk the six miles home in the middle of the night, go to the bathroom to finish, or pretend that never happened.

But as I walked by him, Jeff grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the couch with him. He climbed over me without a word. His hand grabbed the back of my head and the weight of his mouth on mine made me gasp as he parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me. His mouth tasted like pizza and whiskey.

He groaned and one of his hands grasped my hip as he pushed me down into the couch, not letting up on the kiss. A good sister would have pushed him away, slapped him. Done something besides run her hand over the back of his neck and engage her tongue in the dance he’d initiated. She definitely wouldn’t have accompanied his move with her own soft moan.

Our lips were wet as he pulled back and looked at me, then pressed his lips to mine again, softer this time, with an audible wet separation between us. He kissed the corner of my lips, my cheek, my jaw, down my neck as I lifted my head to give him access. Then his lips moved along my collarbone as his hands slid beneath my top and began to lift it from my body.

I was breathing hard already. Some rushed mix of fear and want coursing through my body made my head feel foggy as I not only watched but helped him pull the soft white fabric from me. My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as I laid back on the couch and turned my gaze away from him, focusing instead on the back of the couch as his lips pressed to the pale skin of my shoulder.

He made me shiver as his fingers pulled the strap of my bra down over my upper arm and he kissed where the strap had been, then down my chest and over the soft incline of my breast. My hands clenched into a fist as his fingers pulled the soft lace cup from me, replacing it with the warm wetness of his mouth over my nipple and the majority of my breast. He groaned as he curved his palm around the base of my breast, gathering it towards his lips so he could suck harder. His tongue flattened against my nipple and I gasped at this new sensation.

I turned my gaze back to him as he pulled his mouth from me, a big smile on his face as he admired the peaked and glistening pink nipple that sat atop the small mound of my breast. He repeated the motion with the other side of my bra, strap lowered, shoulder kissed, chest and cleavage kissed, then cup lowered and breast guided into his mouth with his palm cupping the base of it as he sucked and licked until that nipple peaked in response.

I had my hand by my mouth, fingers curled except my index finger, which I bit as I watched him. His palms slid over my breasts, lifting and groping them. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples and if they threatened to soften again he brought his mouth to perk them back up to his liking.

Jeff put his fingers in the palm of my hand and pulled it away from my mouth, stopping me from biting on that finger as he curled his other hand behind my neck and lifted me to him. His lips were soft on mine, the connection still audible as his lips closed over my lower lip and I mimicked his motions.

I’d never had a boyfriend before. I’d never kissed a guy before. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I mimicked his motions and his grip on me tightened. When he pulled his lips from me, I lifted myself to him, pressing my lips to his neck and wrapping my arm behind his neck as I pulled him back down to me.

He lifted me enough to get his hands behind my back, unfastening my bra with ease and pulling it off of my arms as I kissed and sucked on the area where his neck met his shoulder.

He groaned and held me there, his hand in my hair, holding me to him as he seemed to savor the feel of my soft, full lips so willingly pressed to such a reactive area to him. Then he guided me back down to the couch and my fingers grasped the hem of his shirt. He helped me lift it from him. My fingertips traced down the coarse hairs on his chest and along his side as his own hands caressed my cheek and jaw. My eyes were on his face, watching him for the slightest reactions as my fingers reached the waist of his jeans.

I tugged on them as I bit my lip and looked him in the eye.

He smiled and my fingers moved towards the buttons, my other hand came up and helped me unfasten his jeans, the button came loose with ease and the zipper seemed so loud in the silence around us. My hand slid into his pants, fingertips grazing a solid length of flesh still covered by his boxers. He shuddered and I tilted my head as I watched him close his eyes and push his hips towards my hand. My palm curved around him as he thrust against it and I held my breath as I realised his boxers were too thin to be adding to his size.

Jeff leaned down beside me, his breathing warm against my ear. He groaned as I moved my hand beneath his boxers. The throbbing veins of his cocks felt so different against my bare hand and the tip of him felt so slippery. I stroked my hand over him but when my fingertips curled towards his balls as my palm rubbed against the base of his cock, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it away, pinning it to the couch beside my head.

He looked at me and smiled then let go of my wrist and began to unfasten my jeans. I held my breath as he grasped the waist of my jeans and began to pull them down my hips. He looked at me as he moved his hands to my lower back and I lifted my hips, letting him pull them off of my butt. He tossed them to the floor beside the couch and I pulled myself up, backing up to the arm of the couch.

His hands slid up the outer edges of my legs as he positioned himself, using his hips to spread my legs as he moved back up to me. Jeff put his hands under my ass and lifted me until his knees went under me. My hand was on his shoulder, not holding it, not pushing him away, just there. His lips went to my neck as he pulled my hips down against him, the zipper of his jeans poked me and I winced and pulled away as I curled my fingernails into the back of his shoulder.

I wanted to say something. I didn’t know what. Stop, maybe? Wait? Just fuck me already? But all I managed was a whimper as he bit the side of my neck and pulled my hair. I expected him to go for it. To not stop until his balls slapped against my ass as he bottomed out in me.

What I didn’t expect was for him to kiss and bite his way down my body until he knelt in front of me, the only thing blocking his view of me was a thin strip of fabric that, while once was simple white cotton, now appeared almost transparent from a growing wet spot.

He kissed me through my panties. The fabric was rougher than I expected and made me shiver as it pressed against my thin pussy lips and swollen clit. He smiled at my reaction and his hands grasped my hips, lifting me a little as his tongue spread the transparency of my panties up to my clit.

I had one hand behind me, on the arm of the couch, pushing myself away from it and the other was on the back of his head, pulling his hair a little. I’d most definitely never felt this before, but it sent tendrils of an ache throughout my body. The hand that propped me up gave way and I fell back to my hips lifted in his grip.

He lifted my ass up and pulled a pillow over, putting it under me as he moved down a little more. His hands moved from my hips and his fingers slid along the outside edges of my panties. He pulled them aside a little and gave me a long lick around my entrance. The pull of my panties on my clit made me shiver and he took it as an invitation to close his lips over the left side of my opening, pulling at the tender lip that did nothing to cover me with my legs spread this wide.

Then he moved his lips to the right and did the same, his tongue lapping across me as his lips closed over my labia and pulled it.

My hand curled in his hair, gripping it as he centered his mouth on me and began to lick me. His pull on my panties tightened and my hips lifted towards his mouth, putting more pressure on my clit as his tongue attempted to stretch my hymen, which was quite taut, giving the feel of rigidity blocking his invading tongue.

I whimpered and lifted my hips against his lips as he pulled away from me. The delicate bands along my hips gathered in his grip and he pulled them down past my knees, where they fell to my ankles with a little movement from me and off of one foot with a little more as he brought his mouth down onto my pussy lips.

With my thighs trembling he kissed my clit, then pointed his tongue and tenderly flicked it back and forth as his finger began to rub at my slick entrance. My hips rocked with their own lustful need towards him and he moved his tongue down to my entrance and his finger to my clit, light strokes of the sensitive skin and more forceful probing against my resistant hymen. Then back to soft licking down the length of my throbbing clit and his finger spreading the resistant skin narrowing my entrance and blocking him.

He closed his lips over my clit and sucked on me as his tongue began to swirl around me and my resolve to not reach that orgasm he was trying to push me to broke. His finger curled inside of me, rubbing towards my bladder as his tongue teased my already aroused clit made me gasp and shiver as my hand tightened on the back of his head and my body fell back to the couch, tremors coursing through my abdomen and limbs.

He kissed my clit and withdrew his finger from inside, ignoring the thick strings of fluid clinging to both it and his lips as he climbed back up me and forcefully pressed his lips back to mine. His tongue seemed to make a point of slathering mine with my own flavour before he pulled away.

Jeff’s hand on the back of my neck pulled me up from the couch and toward him as he lay back on the couch. I looked at him as he scooted back on the couch and began to pull his pants and boxers down from his legs. His cock appeared slick at the top as his clothes pulled away from it and I knew he wanted me to return the gesture.

Except he knew what he was doing and I did not.

His penis scared me. I bit my lip as a blush came over my cheeks. I reached my hand out to him and thought about the bits I’d seen in movies about this and the sneak peeks I’d taken in various porn photos I’d encountered. I knelt over his knee and a knot formed in the back of my throat as I looked at him and imagined how it would feel to take him all into my mouth. I couldn’t do it and I knew I couldn’t as my fingers didn’t quite connect to my thumb, even if I squeezed a little, when I wrapped them around the base of his cock.

It was a light tan color with thick veins going down the full length. The top of the shaft and head were a little pinker than the base of him. He had a thick bush of dark blonde curly hair over his balls and at the bottom of his shaft. I kept myself waxed as it felt cleaner to me. My hand stroked upward and he closed his eyes. It slid back down then up again and a bit of clear fluid trickled down over the head.

I leaned forward and licked the drip of fluid from him and he moaned. My hand kept stroking him as I hoped he wouldn’t try to force me to blow him. I was afraid I’d throw up if I tried. But he put his hand on the back of my head and gripped my hair, encouraging me to lean toward his dick as he lifted it towards my lips.

I licked him again, curving my tongue around the top of him like a drippy popsicle. He groaned and smiled as I tilted my head up to watch him. I parted my lips and dragged my lower lip up the underside of his head, lowering my top lip down onto the tip with a kiss. He let me tease, but he seemed to grow a little frustrated the more I resisted letting him get his manhood between my lips.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. His hand in my hair tightened and pulled and my hand on his cock lay still. My tongue lashed across the tip of him and he groaned and tried to pull me on him further, but I resisted and maintained only at this tip. I curved my tongue along the lower side of his cock and moved my mouth down a little further, he took advantage of the slip and pulled me a little more, hitting his cock roughly against the roof of my mouth as I whimpered.

My eyes opened and I looked up at him. He was watching me with an intense look on his face as he grasped the back of my head in both hands and began to move my mouth over the head of his cock. I gagged and my eyes watered as thick strings of spit began to trickle down his cock from beneath my lips. He groaned and began to pull me a little further down on his cock. I stopped resisting and let him guide my movements. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he was only pulling me maybe an inch past the tip and while my jaw was starting to hurt, it wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be.

After a little while, he stopped guiding me as he realised I was beginning to guide myself over him. His thumb came over to my cheek and wiped away some of the rogue tears as I looked up at him and started pushing myself to take more of his cock into my mouth. My tongue writhed under him, naturally unable to lie still in the bottom of my mouth as I tried to use what I’d learned about opening the throat during vocal lessons to make room for his dick.

He was hands-off again as he watched me attempting to suck his penis on my own, my head bobbing down on him and gagging myself a little before I pulled back to the tip and tried again. I raised my eyes to look at him again, uncertain if I was doing okay or completely ruining the experience, wanting some kind of confirmation that I didn’t suck at sucking cock.

As I lifted my eyes, my mouth shifted on him. His hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled my hair a little. I think he was trying to pull me off of him? But my tongue pressed against him and in an instant, I felt a thick warmth coating my tongue. I swallowed it and began to suck on him a little harder as more began to fill my mouth and I swallowed as his dick pumped it out, gagging towards the end as the bitter and salty taste finally hit me.

I thought that would be it. I thought we’d both gotten off and there would be some regret over it and we’d part ways and go right back to hating each other, but he pulled his jeans the rest of the way off of him then pulled me up onto his lap and started kissing my neck. His hands ran down my back and he stood up with me, wrapping my legs behind his back and grasping the backs of my thighs just below my butt as he carried me from the living room into the bedroom he shared with my sister.

He put a towel on the bed then laid me down on it. I lifted up onto my elbows and started to get up but he pushed me back down and grabbed my leg. It took only a second for him to kneel on the bed between my legs, his dick in his hand as I looked for a second. The realisation of how far he was taking this made me hold my breath as I looked up at him and screamed as he pushed into me.

He pushed deep in a quick thrust and I trembled and he settled his hips to mine and held me to him. I sobbed and gasped and he stroked my hair over my shoulder and down my back as he positioned us more comfortably. He guided me onto my back and he lay on his arm along my right side, propping himself up above me. My lip quivered and I raised my hands up to my face, trying to block the sobbing from his view.

He reached up and moved my hands from my face. His fingers curled into my hair behind my ear and his thumb wiped the tears from my cheeks as he began to withdraw his dick from my body, only to push himself in again and reigniting a burning pain that cut through my abdomen.

I couldn’t help but tremble as he pulled back then pushed forward again. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then my lips, as his hand moved down my side until he grabbed my leg and turned my hip slightly. The ache began to ease and the tears dried up as I watched him and he watched me.

Dick’s fingers rubbed the lower swell of my ass as he began to grip me and pump his hips a little faster against me. The trembling in my body stopped, the tears stopped and he smiled as I let out a little moan. His hips rocked, lifting mine from the bed as he pounded himself into me. The pain eased into feeling full as his body rubbed against my exposed and swollen clit.

I lifted my leg over his hip and arched my back as he brought his lips to mine in a rough kiss. He maneuvered with me until I was on his lap, my arms clasped behind his head as he guided my hips and moved my cunt up and down his cock. His thumbs rubbed my lower abdomen as his fingers curled over my hips, pulling and rocking me down over him. He groaned and closed his mouth over my breast, biting and sucking on it as I bounced myself on his cock.

My sister had told me a secret recently. She wanted a kid but he was resistant to the idea and kept insisting on a condom when he was with her. He didn’t use one with me and I knew that the risk would’ve been the same as she’d been tampering with his condoms to increase the odds of her winding up pregnant.

Now I was bareback on her boyfriend’s large and pulsing cock, seconds from releasing the pleasure that had begun building back up in my body as he grunted and guided my body down to his.

I moved to lift myself from him and he grasped my hips and pulled me down against him as he thrust up into me, making me bite my lip and grunt as he hit something painful deep within me.

He kissed me again and moved his hand between us, where he rubbed my clit and made me squirm and grind against his fingers and cock. He grunted as I moved my body against him. My arms draped over his shoulders and my cheek was against the side of his neck as I felt that crest nearing for me. I gasped and moaned in his ear, causing his grip on my hip to tighten as his fingers moved a little faster.

I bit down hard on him, right where his shoulder meets his neck, and groaned. His hand from my hip moved up into my hair and pulled it hard, dragging my teeth across his skin as I felt the warm surge of his orgasm as my own sent pulsing contractions over his cock. 

“FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK OOOHHHH FUUUUUUCK!“

He plunged hard into me, his hands gripped my hips, holding me tight, pulling me back against him. My eyes locked onto his and I cried out as I felt him throb as a man came inside me for the first time.

"OOOOOHHHHH!”

I was wide open, his cock impaling me, pulsing and throbbing deep inside me as his semen blasted out hotly deep within me. I could feel it spurting into my fertile body. I groaned in time with each explosive jet inside my unprotected sex. My sisters boyfriend emptied himself inside me, flooding me with his sperm-laden semen. Spurt after spurt filling me to overflowing. It was a sensation that I loved from the very first eruption shooting out into me, feeling his steely-hard pulsing throbbing male organ ejaculating his hot creamy seminal fluid deep inside my body. He watched me, his eyes fixed on mine, his face excited as I experienced the culmination of our sex within me. He watched me until my arms turned to jelly and I slowly lowered my head to the sheets, closing my eyes, reaching down under my body, between my legs to the juncture of my sex where his cock thickly penetrated me.

My fingertips touched him, touched myself, felt his cock throb as he twitched sending yet more cum inside me. I squeezed him with my sex, clasping him within my vaginal walls, enjoying his groans of pleasure as I did my inexperienced best to milk him. My fingertips slid over my exposed clitoris, drawing a long quavering sob of exquisite pleasure from me as my sex spasmed convulsively on Joe’s cock. Now it was my turn to orgasm, to feel that golden pleasure washing through me once more. I closed my eyes and cried out.

“OOOOOOHHHHH … OOOHHHHHH … OOOHHHH!”

In mid-orgasm, knowing I was completely unprotected, I had a sudden premonition that I was going to find myself pregnant. My sex spasmed convulsively on Dick’s cock at the thought.

“HHHUUUNNGHHHHHHH!” I heard myself groaning one last time as my sex milked him for the last few drops. My body shuddered and then the golden tide of pleasure that had overwhelmed me slowly ebbed away. I knelt there breathing hard, feeling his cock softening slowly inside me, unable to move. God, he’d cum inside in me! Without any protection! I could feel it now, trickling out of me, down the insides of my thighs. My brain spun in all directions, incoherent random thoughts as I knelt in the center of the bed.

I lay there feeling his cum trickling down the insides of my thighs, knowing I’d been fucked. I certainly felt like I’d been fucked. My vagina was completely full of my sister’s boyfriend’s cum. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. He held a firm grip in my hair as our bodies settled against one another.

It was the way he looked at me as he held my neck pulled taut by my hair that I realised this was something I’d always want. That sudden forceful pull to get me back in his control was the most intense thing I’d ever felt and I loved it. He started to let go of my hair and I lay my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back.

After a few minutes, he stood me up in front of him and assessed the damage. A mix of blood and cum streaked my thighs and mound and even over my hip as he moved his hand during my orgasm to hold me still on his dick. His own dick, stomach and thighs had a mix of cum and blood on them.

Everything ended up on the towel, nothing seeped through to the bed itself, so he took it, and me, into the bathroom, where he put some water in the tub, poured in a little bleach then threw the towel in it. He stood at the sink with me and used a warm washcloth to clean me of the blood and cum on my body, being careful as he rinsed the cloth and went back to clean me again.

Dick sat me on the edge of the sink and lifted my foot up onto the edge of it with the other still on the ground. He looked at my body and he ran his finger along the opening of my vagina and smiled as he kissed me. He didn’t say a thing. Didn’t ask me how I was, didn’t thank me, didn’t acknowledge it, he simply wiped away the fresh blood then put my feet back down on the floor and began to clean himself as his smile grew.

I walked out to the living room and opened my bag, pulling out the long t-shirt I brought with me to wear to bed, gathered my clothes from the living room floor and folded them up then put them on the coffee table. I gathered Dick’s clothes up and brought them to his bedroom. The washer in the bathroom was running, so I assumed he was washing the bloody towels before they stained.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands as he looked to the floor. I put his clothes on the bed behind him and he turned towards me. We looked at one another for a second before I averted my gaze and left the room. I went back to the living room and pulled my somewhat dried and stiff panties back on then lay on the couch, staring at the door as I waited for my sister to come home.

Before she did, he came back out of the bedroom, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on as he sat on the floor in front of the couch and started up a video game. I tucked my arms under my head and pulled my knees up as I watched him play it.

He and my sister continued their relationship for years after. They even had kids after a while.

Dick and I were never an item, but a few times over their relationship, particularly while my sister was pregnant or while they were fighting, he wound up at my door and I let him in. I wish I could just say he tricked me or coerced me into letting him use me to cheat on my sister, but he didn’t.

We never did grow to like each other. We still fought and maybe that’s why I kept opening my door to him. I knew he didn’t really give a shit about me beyond enjoying my body, so there were no emotional entanglements, just hair pulling, biting, fucking, and cumming with each other.

Eventually, Carrie got wind of him cheating on her but as far as I knew she wasn’t aware that her little sister was the whore. The one plus side of them breaking up was him finally letting me leave that bitemark on his shoulder as he came in me.

But, that was also the last time I was ever with him.

I think that without the connection of my sister we both simply lost interest in one another. I doubt I was ever his type considering every woman he dated after my sister looked just like her. But it’s not like he was the only lover I ever had, just my first.