I’ve been a little slow in writing recently. The old libido took a hiatus for much of the pandemic, and while I’ve been out and about more, and while this neighborhood is full of hot people wearing less and less clothing each day, the flip hasn’t magically switched.
But it’s getting there, and for me, it usually starts with the brain.
Since sitting at the typewriter trying to picture dirty things wasn’t working, I thought I’d try something else. After seeing another writer post about dictating her story onto her phone, I thought what the hell? Why not give it a shot and see what the hell comes out?
Unsurprisingly (at least I think so) what came out is a dirty little story about fucking my girlfriend’s little sister.
I hope you enjoy it, ya filthy animals.
In My Defense
In my defense, she told me to fuck her little sister.
She told me the girl’s ex-boyfriend was an asshole and left her brokenhearted and under-fucked. In fact, if I was to believe it, her sister hadn’t had good sex in what sounded like far too long.
But I’m a good man, I thought to myself, looking at the pictures of the sister despite my proclaimed morality. I’m a good boyfriend, and good boyfriends don’t fuck their girlfriend‘s little sister no matter how hot it sounds when the two of us are in bed pumped full of hormones and bad ideas.
But two nights later, I found myself sitting in their living room, one sister there and the other not.
I had no idea if they had discussed this plan or if somehow I was supposed to seduce the young lady on my own. But as we sat drinking warm beer listening to the sound of the rain out the window, we moved closer and closer to each other on the couch. Before long, right and wrong began to sound like outdated customs from another time.
When I brushed her knee, she parted her legs wider, and when I touched her face, she leaned into my hand. She licked her lips in between sentences, and she stared at me for too long before looking away.
And so I kissed her, and she kissed me back and crawled onto my lap. My hands found her ass as I pulled her closer and tighter. I kissed her neck. I bit her shoulder. I slid my hands up under her shirt, feeling her breasts. Her nipples hardened as I pinched just enough to see what she liked and what she didn’t.
She moaned into the pain, gripped my hair tightly with one hand, tilted my head back, and bit hard into my shoulder, and told me she wasn’t as innocent as somebody might’ve suggested.
I asked if she minded that I was dating her sister, and she told me to shut up. She asked if I thought she was prettier, and I told her there was no way I would fall for that. But when she pulled her shirt off over her head, arched her back, and smiled at me, she could read the answer in my eyes.
She laughed as she slid to the floor, her fingers making easy work of my jeans. She pulled my hardening cock out as she licked her lips and looked up at me.
“You can’t tell her,” she said, taking a breath after sucking my cock down her tight throat.
“I know,” I said. “How the hell would I tell her this anyway?”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” she said. “You can tell her we fucked; she knows it’s gonna happen. It’s not that part that you can’t admit. You have to tell her that I was sweet. You have to tell her I was innocent. And you definitely can’t tell her about this.”
She stood in front of me as I struggled with my shirt and pants, desperate to be naked and ready. I watched as she stepped out of her short skirt, her body smooth and brilliant in front of me before she straddles me, took my cock in one hand, rubbed it against her wet lips, and then guided me into her.
“I can’t tell her that you fucked me without a condom?”
“You can tell her that.”
“I can’t tell her that I came so deep inside you, I could barely stand it?”
“Oh no, you can say that too.”
“What can’t I say?” I asked as I threw her quickly to her back and pushed into her one more time, fucking her harder and faster as I pinned her to the couch. “Tell me, you little slut. Tell me what I can’t tell your big sister.”
She pulled my head down, pressed her lips against my ear, and I felt her clench around me, her tight cunt devouring me as I thrust into her harder and harder.
“I’ve fucked every single one of her boyfriends,” she whispered. “Ever since high school, I’ve taken them one by one without her ever knowing. I’ve let them fuck me as they thought about her, and every one of them has told me how they love me so much more.”
“Fuck!” I moaned as I arched my back, looking down at her swollen lips and her bright blue eyes. There was no way I could hold back, and she grinned wildly as she pulled me into her, her legs wrapped around my back as she held me inside her as I began to come. She pinched my cheeks with one hand and then kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth until I nearly choked.
“What you can’t tell her,” she whispered, “is that no matter how bad she is, no matter how big of a slut she tells everyone she can be, I’ll always be worse.”
Later that night, with my girlfriend in my arms, I tried not to remember those final moments of pinning her little sister to the couch and coming inside her as she whispered those words into my ear.
I did confess that I had followed through, and I told her it was just as she said. Her sister was sweet and kind and innocent, and most of all, she had indeed needed to be fucked good and hard.
She laughed and told me maybe I was as much of an asshole if I pretended to be.
I asked if she was mad, and she said no; how could she be? It was her idea. And besides, I was only helping.
She climbed on top of me and put my hands on her neck, giving me the signal to squeeze and choke her. I grew hard as she took me inside her, and for a moment, I wondered if maybe it was ridiculous to compare. Perhaps we are all complicated in our ways, and maybe it wasn’t important which girl I was picturing above me.
And then, just before she could no longer speak, she whispered the words I always knew she would say.
“Call me by her name.”