Episode 3: Fucking me hard
The sight of Clara's bare pussy made Nick's cock jump. He almost came, but stopped himself. He pulled Clara's small pants off and tossed them away.
He held one of her shaking legs on the bed. Then he grabbed her other leg. He tied a soft sock around her ankle, pulling it tight to the bed frame. He pulled her other leg across the bed and tied it the same way.
Now, she was wide open, utterly exposed. All for him to see.
Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.
He moved closer. His breath was hot on her leg. His thumbs touched the edges of her pussy-lips. Soft hair was there. He slowly pulled the skin apart. Her wet, pink inside showed. He saw her small clit sticking up. A tiny pleasure button. Below it, her pee hole. Then the dark hole of her cunt A pink promise. His cock hurt, wanting to go inside her.
But he held back. He wanted to make it last.
He moved around her tied body. His hand slid under her back. It felt cool. She watched him. She didn't make a sound. Her body was still. She couldn't help herself.
The zip on her dress made a soft sound. He pulled it down her back, slowly. He pulled the dress up, past her waist, under her arms. Her breasts showed. Her nipples were hard and pink. Like small towers. Nick smiled. He ran his hand over the soft, hard tips. Her tits shook a little.
"Clara, you are fucking wet!" he said. His voice was low.
She tried to talk, but the gag stopped her. A soft sound came out.
Her eyes looked at his hard cock. It was still hard. It looked bigger now. A thick, wet pole.
He bent down. His head went low. His tongue moved out. It went around one of her hard nipples. Clara shivered. She tried to think it was bad. But she felt hot. Her pussy poured out liquid. The inside of her cunt got bigger. It wanted to open more.
Nick held her tits in his hands. He pushed her nipples together. He owned them. His tongue moved fast. He licked and sucked the tips. He put his lips around one nipple, then the other. He pulled on them. He liked the tight feeling. Each suck made a fire in Clara's pussy. Her body bent into his touch.
Clara made a sound. Full of joy and shame. His tongue was making her tits wet. He sucked one soft spot. So good.
She twisted on the bed. The ties hurt her skin. It was shameful. Giving up everything. Being used by him. But she felt a strange joy. A sweet pain. Her cunt beat.
Nick's mouth moved down her body. He licked her stomach. Then he went lower. His tongue touched the hair on her cunt mound. He went between her legs. His fingers moved. Up and down. Teasing her hot center.
She tried to stop the pleasure. But she couldn't. Her body wanted what Nick did. A scary hunger. She wished he was not her step-brother. But he was rough. Good-looking. His touch lit a fire.
Nick's fingers, wet with her juice, slid over her cunt-lips. They sank into her flesh. His middle finger found the way. A wet path inside her. Soon, that finger moved smoothly. In and out. Going deep into her hole.
Oh, no! Clara thought. No! But her body wanted more. Deeper. It was hard to stop her hips from moving.
His own need was high. He wanted to finish. Clara's eyes got wider. She watched him move between her legs. Her skin burned where his big cock hit her.
No… no… no! she thought. God, no! But her body was tied. Her will broken. She could not stop him.
Nick made a sound. He pushed his cock down. Its tip pressed her vagina open.
A scream came from Clara's gag. She pulled against her ties. Her body arched. He must not do this!
But Nick was in his own world. He pushed his penis into her hole, slowly. She took all of it. He held it deep in her cunt. His eyes met hers. His dick felt like Andrew's inside her. But it was not Andrew's face looking down. It was his stepbrother.
She shut her eyes. She wanted to block out her brother's touch. But he started to move. His dick went back and forth inside her. She could not stop her hips from moving.
Soon, her hips started to grind. Fast. She shrieked. A sound of joy and sadness. Her cunt moved up and down his wet cock. The hair on her pussy-lipsrubbed on the hair at the base of his penis. A good rub. His balls hit her asshole rhythmically.
"Andrew… Andrew… Andrew…" she cried into the gag. Her eyes shut tight. But this was not Andrew. It was her brother.
His cock pumped fast. It sent feelings to her cunt and clit. All the pleasure she wanted. She could not stop the orgasm.
The release was great. A huge burst. As good as with Andrew. Even better. She had not come for so long.
She shook. She moaned.
Then, she felt calm. Nick came. She felt his cum gush out. A burning wave hit her womb. This brought shock and shame.
His seed! Oh no, what if I get pregnant?
She started to fight him. But she could not. She was tied. Her eyes burned.
Nick smiled. He liked it. He moved back from her.
"Fuck, Clara," he breathed. He won. "I always dreamed of this. I knew you'd be wild. Andrew is lucky."
She tried to talk. But no words came out.
"I'll take off the gag," he said. "If you promise not to yell."
She nodded.
He untied her.
"You, Nick…" Clara gasped. "That was bad! What if I get pregnant?"
He smiled. "Then Andrew will have a small Clara. But you liked it, right?"
"Let me go," she begged.
"You won't run, right?"
"No, no! Just… let me go to the toilet."
He untied her. She stood up, shaking. Her dress fell down. Her mind spun. Her legs felt weak. She moved to the toilet. She shut the door.
She felt guilty. She felt like she did something bad.
He was not her blood. But he was her small brother. Step-brother. Still family.
She was not just bad to Andrew. She let her own step-brother fuck her. In her mind, she tried to say Nick tied her, forced his cock on her. But her body liked it. She had to face the shame.
She came back to the room. He lay on the bed. Still naked. She did not look at him. But she felt his eyes on her. She picked up her pants. And the pillow covers.
"Say you didn't like it as much as me. Then I'll say sorry," he said.
"I thought it was bad," she said. "I will always hate you for this."
"That's not true, Clara," he laughed. "I saw the want on your face. When you looked at me. I felt you come under my fingers." He pushed up. "You are fake now. We will be together day and night. You will say the truth soon."
She faced him. "Get out of here," she said. "I feel now, I never want to see you again."
"Ha-ha," he laughed.
Her eyes went down his body. She kept looking at his crotch. His cock was soft now. But she remembered how it felt. Thick. Inside her cunt. She shivered. Turned away.
"You take birth control, right?" he asked.
"What?"
"Pills. To stop babies. Do you have any?"
"Start taking them," he ordered. "Take one now. If you don't take them, your pussy must be dusty. Since your owner was not here to clean you."
"I won't!"
"Clara, you make me mad," he warned.
"Don't call me Clara! Stop saying those bad words."
"Looks like I must tie you again."
"I won't let you," she said. "I will run."
"You will need to run very fast."
She felt he was crazy. She had to get away. Now. If she ran, she would leave with just her dress. A friend would help her. If he came after her, she could call the police.
But if she did that, everyone would know. Her parents would hear. Andrew would find out. Oh, God! The shame pushed her down.
Nick got off the bed. She moved back slowly. She did not know what was worse. Let him catch her again. Or call the police. It was a hard choice. She waited a few seconds.
That wait took the choice from her. Nick jumped. Fast. Caught her. He threw her on the bed again. She tried to get away. But he was on her. Holding her down.
"Don't yell," he warned. "Or it will be bad. You don't want people to come here now."
It was true. She did not want that. She knew the shame would be worse.
She looked in fear at his crotch. He sat on her. His cock bent forward. The tool had dry marks. Her wetness. His wetness. The smell made her dizzy.
"I need to fix your proud way, dear sis," he said. "You were always like that at home. Always knew best. Well, I am the boss now. I will make you like it. I can do this because I have what you need."
He grabbed his cock, waving it at her.
She shut her eyes. "Oh, no! Nooooh! Nooooh!"
She felt him move. Her eyes flew open. She saw his crotch coming to her face. His cock shook. His balls trembled. He moved his knees outside her arms. She was under his power. She could not escape. His sex smell got stronger.
She turned her head away. Tried to block the smell. But she could not.
He laughed. He sat on her neck. His cock and balls hung above her chin.
"No… no… no!" she choked.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Have you never sucked a penis before?"
"Ooooh, God!" she moaned.
"You mean you never took Andrew's big old rod in your mouth?" Christ, make him stop so she can fight! she prayed.