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Over and over I fucked Mica up and down. All the while, she rubbed her clit. Her other arm snaked behind my head and pulled my lips into hers.
She understood me, and I understood her. Our union was more than just friction and lust. Her clit hand squeezed my balls, milking them. The pressure built. Slap! She smacked them once. The pain brought me back down. She milked my balls. The pressure built. Slap! Over and over, edging me beyond what I thought I could take.
Not once had her tongue left my mouth. She bucked her hips into her wall every time I brought her down.
Finally, she released me. Her cheek nuzzled against mine. "Breed me," she said.
That was all it took. All that edging, the ache in my balls released as my cock pressed into her wall tight. Cum splashed down onto the couch, and she watched it all, utterly enthralled.
My cock deflated and slipped from her gooey sex. Mica spread her lips, dribbling onto the couch as she flexed herself. And she leaned back against my chest, and I held hers, stroking her nipples. We bask against each other.
I nibbled on her ear. My hand graced through her hair. "I want you to grow your hair out," I whispered.
She nuzzled into my throat, this time, suckling it with tender kisses and a fleshy tongue. "I want you to cut yours."
I--I wasn't sure I was ready for that.
"You are going to breed me again and again, as many times as it takes," she said.
"You're not asking," I stated.
"No. Not until your nephew is born."
'Nephew, not a son.' A hundred implications for the future ran through my mind. I knew what she meant by that.
She pointed to the coffee table. "It will be his, a parting gift, a miracle from God."
"Nothing could hurt him worse...," I muttered.
"I knew you'd understand." She caressed my cock. "Breed me again," she ordered.
I did. And again after that, all into the early twilight.
Through it all, that thing on the coffee table had a front row view. Over the bucking shoulder of my sister-in-law, I smirked at the ghost. I'd finally hurt him worse.
My brother's urn said nothing back as I bred his wife. But more than that, I fucked her as a woman, and she fucked me back as a man. These were things not even Brother could do.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous12 months agoThat just seemed kind of stupid. Like the author was so into playing a game and hide the story from the reader that he forgot the whole point is to tell the story, that the reader is the focus, not the writer. Just a case of an arrogant self-centered person trying to elevate themselves I guess...
SeraphNocturneabout 1 year agoWonderfully, darkly, disturbingly erotic—I think it’s fantastic for your first submission. I’ve got no critiques aside from your genre of placement—there’s no obvious connection of incest here, I think you would benefit graciously and have a much more positive reception resubmitting this in the Non-consent/Reluctance category. While I tend to gravitate toward more plot and pomp than smutty one-shots this story hits all my buttons, and certainly had my attention from the very beginning… my only thought is that the story behind Brother and his clear mistreatment of these two tormented souls is so vague, as well as this “ghost” it appears is driving the taboo and malice surrounding the scene… it leaves a lot for the imagination. I suppose that just gives you room to run should you wish to turn this into a series.
Five stars from me, love.
lovecraft68over 1 year agoPowerful and didn't pull punches. Well written great first effort. Hope to see more from you.
SomaSlaveover 1 year agoWhat a juicy, creepy tale you've spun! I can't I love it, because it's about three broken people who will never be healed. But I gave it five stars because it's wonderfully written. What's left unsaid is more important than the actual words. I appreciate your trusting your readers enough to figure it out. There's still enough unsaid to make the exact nature of their relationships ambiguous, but I consider that a feature, not a bug.
Bravo!
