say yes to heaven

Dad that has me on all fours except it's not for him, It's for my big brother! Dad telling me I have to take all of my big brother like a good little sister. Wiping away my tears as big brother struggles to push into me, if you can't take your brother you will never be able to take dad. As he sits in front of me on the bed, petting my cheek with one hand, and the other is unbuttoning his pants. Freeing his cock that is way bigger than big bros. Laughs when my eyes widen and then whimper.

Spit on it, watches as I struggle to keep my position. As I let my spit drop onto his cock so he can start stroking it. Dad, she's too tight...can barely get it halfway in... Big brother moans as he continues to bully his cock into me. She's soaked but it's still hard, dad shakes his head with a smug laugh. Keep going... she'll fit around it eventually, I whine and grip the sheets tighter. I shake my head, slowly...please...it's so much, I sniffle. Dad just strokes his cock faster as big bro continues to push in.

Big bro suddenly manages to push more of his length in. I gasp and try to pull away, that hit too deep. I whimper while big bro drags me back with a grunt. Already? Dad she can't even take my full length how is she going to take you? He says as he slowly fucks me. Better fucking learn to take it, I hide my face in the sheets. Little girl is lucky I'm even letting you break her in, I shiver with every thrust my big brother takes. Overwhelmed with the feeling he's giving me. His moans get louder with every couple thrusts. Your mother's been doing a terrible job at training her, dad watches us and shakes his head.

The girl quickly loses herself in her favourite fantasy. Sliding her hands into her panties, she rubs at her clit and mumbles. “Is that okay…? Are we going to get in trouble…?” Imagination takes control of her fingers. “…can’t believe my big brother’s touching me like this… so icky...” The girl bites her lip, rubbing faster and teasing her hole. “…you can put it in if you want…”

She repeats her fantasy to herself over again. It’s her favourite way to cum. The girl’s panties slip down her legs, getting tangled in her brother’s sheets. Two fingers work into her pussy. She pretends it’s his cock. “I wanna show you something…” Her shirt is pulled up, showing off her pierced nipples. A few months ago, she had overheard him make a comment to his friend about how much he liked them. The girl got them pierced the next weekend.

Fully occupied, she doesn’t hear the front door open. Fear makes her body seize as she notices his footsteps in the hallway. The girl’s stomach plummets. There’s no time to run or hide. Pulling her shirt down, the blanket hides her bare pussy. His bedroom door swings wide. Her brother stands in the doorway, peering down at his pink-faced sister.

“Wassup, nerd.” The man strides across the room and flops onto the bed. Entirely unphased by his guest, he tosses his hoodie onto a chair piled with clothes and puts his feet up. “Why are you in my bed again…?” She buzzes, trying to remember her prepared excuse. “Uhhh… it’s comfy… better for a nap…” Her brother stares daggers into her. “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

The girl hangs her head. She would get up and leave, but her lost panties would expose her dirty secret. Trying to think of an escape, her heart pounds in her chest. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. The man scrolls through his phone, unaware of her wet needy hole inches away from him. His sister stalls for time. “…I thought you were on a date…?”

“A date?” He looks up briefly. “Oh, yeah. It was just supposed to be a hookup. It didn’t work out, whatever.” The girl kicks her feet, searching for the panties she slipped off. “Didn’t work out… what do you mean?” Indifferent to oversharing, he responds casually. “Like we had different tastes. Wasn’t compatible. It’s fine, it happens.” She breathes a sigh of relief.

“Anyways. Get lost. I have blue balls and I’m not going to jack off in front of my little sister.” A sharp inhale. The girl tries to delay. Her feet kick faster, desperately trying to snag something to cover herself. “No, uh. No. No.” Panic takes hold as he grabs the blanket across her waist. “Nap time’s over. Let’s go.” A swift tug. The sheets are torn aside.

“Nooooo!” Her hands dart to her crotch. Hiding her pussy doesn’t keep him from seeing her nudity. “I fucking knew it. You’ve been masturbating in my bed, you little freak.” She tries to flee. Catching her in a bear hug, he drags his sister back to the mattress. “You and I are going to have a chat.” Tossing the girl, he climbs onto the bed after her. Strong hands pull her hands away from her pussy.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The girl begs and cries. His brother grins at her wet slit. “You got some kind of incest kink…?” She squirms underneath him. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s not my fault!” He pushes her legs open as she covers her face in shame. “That’s so fucking gross. You couldn’t just rub yourself to porn? You had to do it in my bed?” The girl feels like she’s about to throw up.

“It’s your fault! You’re always talking about kink stuff! I’m your fucking sister, keep that shit to yourself!” His sister’s angry outburst only makes him laugh harder. He grabs her cheeks and squeezes them together. “Oh no, don’t blame this on me. I didn’t make you sneak into my bed. You’re just a pervert.” The girl sobs and paws at his chest. “…I’m sorry…”

“I’ll help you.”

The siblings pause, tangled in the blankets. “…do you like that stuff…?” She whines through his fingers. He chuckles and shrugs. “Eh, not really my thing to be honest…” The girl’s stomach drops again. “…but you don’t have a lot of options, it’s not like you have another brother.” With her brother kneeling between her legs, she can’t close her thighs. Shame and fear covers her pretty face. “…better to just let you get it out of your system.”

“We’ll just help each other out. Let me fuck you how I want, you get your little incest kink scratched. Sound good?” At a loss for words, the girl stares downwards, watching him unbuckle his belt. “Well?” She sees his hard cock for the first time, laying against her wet pussy. He plays with his food. The girl’s teary eyes look up at his teasing smile.

“Last chance.”

A weak nod. The girl can’t take her eyes off of him. Years of secret fantasies, inches away from being made real. “…ookie…” He grins at his terrified sister. “Say you want it.” The man touches the head of his cock to her hole. “…do I have to…?” She catches an annoyed glare. “Admit it.” Not willing to miss her chance, she mumbles under her breath.

“I wanna do stuff with my brother…”

A hard thrust. She squeals as he forces his raw cock into her. Gasping for air, the girl paws at him as he stretches her out. “Easy, come on, you can take it. I know you’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” Her arms fight against him. Her legs pull him in deeper. He ignores both, fucking her as she cries and struggles. “You like it…?”

She lets out a long sob. “…yes…” The man rewards her with a hand on each wrist. Pinning her to the mattress he drops his hips against her body. She twitches and writhes and cums on her brother’s cock. He bursts into laughter as he feels his little sister tighten around him. “Hah! That was so quick! You really can’t help yourself? You needed it that bad?” The girl humiliated girl whimpers.

Releasing her wrists, he grabs her hips and rolls onto his back. Riding the man’s cock, she covers her face in shame. “Come on, you finally got your chance to do your gross little kink. Make the most of it.” Her legs shake as he eggs her on. “…too embarrassing…” The girl cries through her fingers. He smacks her ass. “Kinda late for that. Bounce on my cock.” She follows his orders.

Laying back against his pillow, he enjoys the cute, tight girl riding him. “…do you like it…?” She grinds a bit faster. “Mhm, yeah. You’re so wet.” Her heart pounds. Letting her hands slip down from her face, she locks eyes with her brother. “…do you like it because I’m your little sister?" He gives her a cruel smile. “Nah. You’re just tight and hot. I’m not a fucking weirdo like you.” The girl bounces faster. “…sorry I’m so icky…” A soft laugh. “It’s alright, I’ve got some fucked up kinks, too…”

“…maybe I’ll show you sometime.” She lets out a loud gasp. “Yeah!” The girl squeaks, hands touching her shirt. “…please…?” Her brother falls back into teasing her. “You’ll do anything, won’t you? It’s so pathetic.” Her pussy starts to tighten again. “…yuh… pathetic…” Gripping her top, she lifts it up. Pierced nipples bounce in his face. Immediately he grabs them, pinching the sensitive tips.

The girl folds over, cumming on her brother’s cock. “I love these.” He chuckles, tugging at the silver bars. “I know…” His sister whimpers. “That’s why I-” Her brain goes blank. Holding the girl by her tits he fondles her and whispers into her ear, soothing her through her orgasm. The man’s tone is soft and gentle. His words aren’t. “…you’re so filthy… disgusting little pervert…” She drools and nods.

Finally, he lowers his little sister back onto the bed. “Alright. Time for me to cum.” The mess of a girl wraps her shivering arms around him. “…inside… please… pleasepleaseplease…” Another loud, barking laugh from her brother. “I’m not cumming inside of you, that’s vile. What the fuck is wrong with you.” She’s lost any sense of shame. “Please cum inside me…”

He pulls his cock from the little girl and climbs up her body. Rubbing his cock against his sister’s face, he starts to stroke himself to completion. Her lips touch his shaft, working down to suck on his balls. Groaning, the man looks down at the needy girl. His back straightens and he unloads. Thick strands of cum pour across her forehead, nose, cheeks. Halfway through, he pushes his cock into her begging mouth. His sister sucks and swallows.

“Pathetic.”

“…yeah…” She gasps, nodding in agreement. The shaky girl kneels on the bed. Her brother reclines as she collects her clothes. “…do you want some aftercare…?” The girl pulls her panties from the sheets. “Uhm. I dunno… you can kick me out if you want…” She hangs her head. “...cuddles would be nice…”

Her brother wraps his arms around her and gently pulls her to the bed. They spoon. She tucks her underwear under his pillow. “…do you really not like incest stuff…?” His hand strokes her soft body. “…you may have converted me.” They chuckle. His palm rests on her bum.

“You’re yucky.” His sister gives him a teasing smile. The man sneers at her cum-splattered grin. A slap on her ass. “No, you’re yucky.” The siblings laugh.

but girl who knows exactly what you were doing, she obviously can see through the mindfuck here because that’s the fun of this one, it’s so painfully obvious.

so she doesn’t say it. and sure, it might not have been exactly how you were anticipating this going. you were expecting her to say it, all soft and fearful, so that you could keep going, so that you could fuck her harder and watch her eyes widen in shock and then water with betrayal. you wanted her to say it so you could squeeze her throat until her eyes roll back in her head, and then keep squeezing, until she’s there, limp and unconscious under your hands, under your weight. just for a moment or two, of course. you’re not a monster after all. no, just enough to be able to get a good look at the expression on her face as she comes back to herself, confused and glassy eyed, brittle in a way that you’re certain that you’re the only one who has ever seen.

that’s what you had wanted.

and first it pisses you off that the stubborn little bitch hasn’t given it to you. so the next time you have her panting and whining and avoiding your fucking eyes underneath you like always, you up the ante. it’s an endurance game now, she just doesn’t know it yet.

so when you lean over her to grab something from the bedside table, she gives a little gasp that almost makes you laugh. she thinks you’re grabbing a toy for her, something to make her mindless, turn her into a whining little pet for you. it’s happened before, and every single time, she looks at you with red cheeks and shy eyes for hours afterwards, as though the only thing she can think of when she looks at you is the way she begged and cried.

but that’s not what you’re going for, not tonight. so when she registers that the click she hears is your knife opening, she blinks pitifully up at you.

“how many times do you think i’ve fucked you like this?” you ask conversationally, even as you give another thrust of your hips, angled just so to make her choke on a gasp as she tries to speak.

“like what?” she asks, voice low and uncertain.

“with you hiding from me? closing your eyes or looking away so that you can tell yourself that i didn’t see the way you fucking love it.”

and the poor thing, she doesn’t know what to say. she seems to correctly assume that there’s danger here, but she’s not sure what it is. she’s watching you warily even as you don’t stop fucking her, even as she lets out another little mewl with each thrust.

“what do you think, huh? ten? twenty? a hundred?”

she still doesn’t speak, but you see the moment that she decides her course of action. she rocks her own hips to meet you, clearly her own attempt at distraction, but it feels fucking good so you let her do it, you give her a moan so she thinks it’s working. you even close your eyes, tilt your head back, give her the visual she loves, because there’s nothing she likes more than getting to watch you without feeling your eyes on her in return. but it only lasts a moment until you feel her nails biting into your shoulder, pulling you down to kiss her again. you let her, of course, licking into her mouth until she moans, just so you can pull back and say against her lips, “put your fucking hands down.”

she does, and you watch how they shake.

she flinches a little when you lean down and anchor yourself overtop of her with one hand at her throat and the other on her chest, letting you hold the knife like a pencil with the tip scraping over her collarbone.

“we’ll start with ten,” you say, watching her eyes go wide in fear.

and honestly, trying to do this while actively fucking her isn’t really the way to get the cleanest lines, but this isn’t about that. this is about a running tally, so when you make the first cut into her delicate skin, you’re not that worried. it’s not deep by any means, nothing dangerous, especially considering that they’re not big slashes. just short little tick marks, less than an inch long. just enough to get you a little welling of her blood.

when you look at her, she looks fearful but she hasn’t said anything, hasn’t asked you to stop, hasn’t said the words you’ve wanted all along, hasn’t even hissed at the sting you know she’s gotta be feeling. baby girl doesn’t like being hurt and you know it.

so you lean down and lick the thin line, just to scandalize her, and it works because she gives you a shocked little noise. she tastes like yours but you don’t tell her that. she’d like it too much, and that’s not the name of the game.

the funny thing is that she still reacts to the motions of your hips, still sighs or whines when you move, but you’re distracted now, so there’s no rhythm, nothing for her to anticipate or get used to. it’s mostly little flexes as you move over her, but it’s enough to keep her wanting.

but not for long, because that was just the first slice. the second one gets you a hiss of a breath from her. the third one gets you a minuscule little whine. the fourth one gets you a soft “please,” and that makes you pause.

“what is it, honey? you want more?” you already know the answer, but you can’t give it away.

she shakes her head like you knew she would and you make a comforting noise back at her. “that’s okay, you know what to say to make me stop.”

and the best part so far is watching the wheels in her head spin. because she knows. she knows you’re giving her these marks no matter what and she’s not going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that you did it after she told you not to. so she resolutely keeps her mouth shut, and you give her marks five, six, and seven, just a little deeper than the first few.

she lets out a hopeless moan and this time there’s no pleasure in it. you’re fucking hurting her and she’s letting you, all out of some misplaced sense of pride. and when you look at her face, her eyes are closed tightly enough that you see the tears gathered in the corners. you give her chest a smack with the flat of the blade and it smears the blood there, all messy and claiming, all over her porcelain skin.

“none of that. you know we’re doing this because you’re scared to look at me. you’ll watch me cut you up or i’ll give you more.”

and sure, she’s too damn stubborn to give you the words you want, but watching her eyes fly open and the tears spill down her face is even better, because you know you’ve found an effective threat.

she keeps her eyes on you, wide and unblinking, save for her winces as you give her marks eight and nine. she cries softly the entire time, little sobs she tries to choke back, but you hear them getting trapped wetly in the back of her throat.

“almost done, honey, unless you want to back out now,” you offer, all sweetness and honey in your voice, even as you give her another swivel of your hips, the one that usually makes her choke on a shout.

she doesn’t even answer you, but she hasn’t looked away.

tick mark number ten is almost anticlimactic in its simplicity because she gives you absolutely nothing. she’s still sobbing a little bit, but there’s no dramatic sense of relief, no big moment when she realizes it’s over, when you drop the knife on the pillow next to her.

and the listless look in her eyes is what reminds you that yeah, you’re still fucking her, because god, she looks fucking incredible with nothing behind her eyes. so you pick up the pace in earnest, taking your own pleasure from her body while you smear your hand all over her collarbone, covering her and yourself in the blood that’s still trailing from her little wounds.

“you look so fucking good like this, wearing a necklace of all the other times i’ve had you shy and fearful,” you tell her, moaning when she doesn’t say a goddamn word, doesn’t blush, doesn’t look away, doesn’t do any of the things she usually does. because she’s not there, she’s fucking gone from this, from what you’ve done to her.

but it’s not quite enough.

“i’m gonna sign you like an artist, baby. i always do. every girl that’s ever let me cut them up gets my initial on them like a goddamn masterpiece.” 

you grab the knife while her brain sluggishly tries to process your words, the shock and pain and fear making her head slow and dazed.

she doesn’t react as you carve your initial into her skin, and that’s even hotter, so when you’re finished and you throw the knife down to grab her hips and yank her down to meet your thrusts because fuck, you’re gonna come just like this, using her broken body while she’s not even there at all.

it only takes a few more thrusts before you’re coming, spilling inside her with a groan that matches the rush of blood pounding in your ears and it’s only when you come back to yourself that you realize she’s fighting you. and fucking shrieking.

“i consent to this, i consent to this!” she cries, a high pitched, hysterical note to her voice.

you pull out of her immediately and gather her up in your arms. pulling her to sit sideways across your lap while you hold her like a baby.

“shh, sweetheart, you’re okay. i’ve got you, i’ve got you. you’re okay. you’re safe now, baby, it’s over. it’s all over, baby.” you tell her, pressing soft kisses to every inch of her face.

and it’s only by chance that you catch the look on her face. it’s the look you wanted from the beginning, from the instant you told her what you wanted her new safe word to be. the way her face absolutely shatters with betrayal, with shame, with the realization that she could’ve stopped it all along, if she didn’t let her pride and stubbornness get in the way. the realization that she endured all of this, every cut, every mark, the blood smeared everywhere between the two of you, every single agonizing second and she could’ve stopped you whenever she wanted? (it’s a lie, but she doesn’t know that.) and it breaks her completely and she dissolves into huge, wracking sobs in your arms, pushing you away with clumsy hands even as you hold her tighter.

“that’s it, baby girl, get it all out. i know, i know, i know, you were so scared, weren’t you? poor, sweet baby, you’re safe now. you’re safe with me.” it’s an absurd thing to say in this moment, but the soothing tone of your voice helps settle the sobs still making her tremble in your arms.

it takes a long time before the tears stop completely, and you get just as much pleasure out of watching her slowly put herself back together as you did watching her fall apart. 

when she finally settles, her eyes are huge and lost and fucking exhausted and it looks good on her, and you know you shouldn’t ask, but you want confirmation on something.

“what did it, sweetheart? what broke you?”

she narrows her eyes as much as she can, even though it’s totally incongruent with her tear stained face and defeated, crumpled posture. she doesn’t answer you, so you go out on a limb.

“i lied, you know,” you tell her casually, watching her face closely. “i’ve never put my initial on anyone before.”

she closes her eyes and inhales deeply, visibly collecting herself even as you let her pretend it’s all in the name of recovering from her whole ordeal. but she doesn’t have her emotions locked down, not so soon after the overwhelm of what you’ve done to her, because her lips turn up at the corners, just barely noticeable.

you can’t help it, you laugh while you pull her closer and stand, carrying her into the bathroom to clean the blood from her chest and your hands. 

like UGH just imagine it. a sweet, polite, respectful boy who has an enormous crush on you and is ecstatic when you go on a date with him. all evening he's truly the perfect gentleman. he opens doors for you and pays for you without a single complaint and walks you to your door when he's driving you back home at the end.

he says goodnight, and he doesn't expect a kiss at the end, but he's over the moon when you do kiss him. he thinks he can't be any happier than he is right now—and then you kiss him again, harder this time. and again, and again, and you're pulling him towards you until he's caging you in against the door. he doesn't know what to do with his hands, so you guide one to your tits and the other to your hip. he takes to it well, groping you and pulling you against him.

before he knows it, you've pulled him into your bedroom, and he's very much a whole three bases ahead of where he was expecting himself to be tonight. but he's still committed to being a gentleman, and he asks for consent before everything—before he takes off your clothes, before he kisses your neck, before he touches your body anywhere.

he wants to lay you down gently on the bed and go down on you for a good long while before even thinking of his own pleasure, but before he could even voice that, you're on your knees for him. he flushes and assures you that you don't have to do that, but you only beg for it in response. he's completely caught off guard, but fuck, okay, he's not so insane that he's gonna say no to that...

he's gentle with you, even in this. his hand in your hair is gently and lovingly massaging your scalp, and he only pushes his cock a few inches into your mouth. the second he hears you gag when he goes too far, he apologizes profusely and only keeps going when your insist. after a few more slow, shallow thrusts into your mouth, you pull back and he lets you go easily, asking if you're okay the moment you stop.

you are, but you want more. you want him to fuck your face. don't overthink it. "but you need to breathe!" "that's overthinking it." does it feel good for him? yes? then do it. that's the only thought process you want him to bother with.

he... doesn't quite know what to do with that. so you take it into your own hands and take his cock down to the hilt, even as you gag and struggle when it penetrates your throat.

and fuck, fuck, it feels amazing, but it also feels so wrong. you look utterly debauched, like something straight out of the porn his friends keep talking about. it's disgusting, it's degrading, and it's fucking hot. it's not that he never imagined you like this before, but he purged those images out of his mind before they could ever form into a vivid fantasy. he called them intrusive, unwanted, because he'd never think so lowly of you that he'd ever indulge this. but here you are, begging for it.

he doesn't quite build up enough in him to facefuck you the way you want, but he does grip your hair and roll his hips to match your energy.

eventually, he has to be the one to pull you off of him. he was getting close, and he didn't want to be the type of guy who comes before doing anything to please his partner. so, he pulls you up and seats you on the bed and asks what he can do for you.

you want him to fuck you. he hesitates, because he hasn't done anything for you yet. are you sure you're ready for that right now?

you respond by spreading your legs and pulling his hand, letting him run his fingers against your cunt. you're utterly drenched. he hasn't so much as touched you once and your cunt is already clenching against his fingers, begging for his cock with just as much desperation as your words are.

he's barely even able to process the situation. but yes, yes, of course he'll make love to you. his first instinct is to fix the pillows, make sure there's one under your hips so you can be comfortable. he tries to lay you down onto your back, because in every fantasy he's ever allowed himself to indulge in, he made love to you in missionary, while staring deep into your eyes.

but you don't do that. no, you lay face down and lift your ass up, arching your back to him and reaching back to spread your cheeks apart for him.

fuck. he realizes then that he doesn't have a condom. he never thought to pack one, because he never could've imagined this. but you still beg for him, tell him to just forget the condom and fuck you raw. that you need all of him right now.

he breathes shakily. his resolve is hanging by a thread, but he still insists on holding back. he lines his cock up against your soaking wet cunt, and pushes in slowly. he wants to be sure this won't hurt, that this is comfortable for you.

you snap your hips back against him, and suddenly he's balls deep inside you. he gasps at the feeling, at how tight you are around him. he wants to wait, just a moment, just to let you adjust to the intrusion. but you only cry for more, begging for him to just take you already.

the way you moan his name is the final straw.

he grips your hair and pushes your face into the mattress, properly mounting you as he plows into you. and god damn, just listen to those moans. this is what you wanted then, huh?

to think, he was trying so damn hard to be a good man for you. do you know how long he spent planning this date? how far ahead he booked that reservation? how much thought he put into his every word, every action? all in an effort to please you. he wanted to make love to you, you know. he'd imagined lighting candles and decorating the bed with flower petals for you, if he would ever be granted the privilege to touch you. he would've held you close and recited poetry to you. he was under the impression that your body was a temple, and he would've been all too happy to worship the soul it held.

but none of that is what you wanted, is it? you're not the goddess he worshipped, not the queen he followed. he didn't need to go through all this length to get with you. he could've just as easily dragged you into a bathroom stall and had his way with you any moment of any day.

so what are you, then? a whore? no. at least a whore gets paid. you're beneath that. a toy. an animal.