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It had been stressful for Ashley the past couple of… well, years. She hadn’t been quarantined for more than three months, but her life was never easy for her. She had never been as fortunate as other children.
It wasn’t like she had gotten abused, or her parents were too strict; far from it. Growing up, her parents were never really… around. Always busy or just plain ignorant. Her brother, Andrew, seemed much more stress that she was. He was the older brother, so he had to take care of her.
It’s not like that mattered, though. The pair lived alone, and they were honestly quite alright with the circumstances. It could always be better, but beggars can’t be choosers.
As the days went on, it seemed like Ashley was getting more and more agitated. She and her brother fought much longer and more intensely than they already did, and she had become much more irritable . She had always been the annoying type, but it had gotten worse.
Andrew couldn’t help but worry about it. He always brushed it off, scoffing as he told her to fuck off for even suggesting the fact that he did care, but he knew deep down it was impossible not to. What the hell was up with her? he asked himself. He wondered if he was the one doing something wrong.
Begrudgingly, Andrew treaded to their room. He slowly opened the door, his brows furrowing at the sight. “….Why are you laying in my bed?” He asked, more confused than annoyed.
Ashley was unresponsive. He wasn’t worried at that, just assuming she was ignoring him for whatever reason. He made his way to her, his eyes closed as he spoke, “I said, why—” he stopped his sentence halfway after opening his eyes. She was asleep. She seemed comfortable just laying there, the blanket not even covering her frame.
He felt a little guilty about disturbing her. And besides, he knew it’d just end it some dumb argument if he tried. Gently, he covered her body with the dingy blanket that he had. She stirred a little, and that was when he realized she was sucking on something. It bobbed in her mouth. It couldn’t have been a pacifier, but it seemed to fulfill the same purpose.
He was more than weirded out, but simply told himself that she didn’t realize what she was doing. Cautiously, he moved a shaky hand near her mouth, slowly grabbing the little thing out of Ashley’s mouth. She let out a small grunt in response, her eyes fluttering open.
Her gaze met his, and she already looked a little annoyed. “Andrew…?” She mumbled softly. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly. He would’ve told her, but honestly, he didn’t even know why he had done that in the first place.
So instead, ignored the question entirely, instead taking the time to just stare at her. She seemed different. More passive. Maybe it was because she had just woken up. Whatever the reason was, he couldn’t ignore it. Seeing that gaze of hers… he felt some type of way because of it.
He had never thought of his sister that way. Well, at least, he pretended he didn’t. Seeing her so sensitive, so… so vulnerable, it kept triggering different urges. He looked into her eyes, completely zoning out as blood rushed to his lower half.
He quickly snapped out of it, realizing what was going on. He acted as if he hadn’t a boner in his jeans, taking the time to now answer he question. But once he opened his mouth, he observed that Ashley had nearly fallen back asleep. Not wanting this to be over yet, he blurted out, “Wait,”
Cocking her head, Ashley stared at him. “What do you want, Andrew?” She asked, groaning. “Can’t you let me sleep? Damn…” she grumbled, moving her hand up to scratch her head. She felt around the bed, seemingly looking for something. As if he wasn’t there, she picked up the little toy, putting it back in her mouth. He was beyond speechless.
Without them saying anything, she tugged on his clothes, forcing him to come closer. Feeling her soft skin was a comforting feeling, but he couldn’t help but feel himself getting harder. He bulged through his pants, his legs brushing against hers, and he knew she felt him. Ashley pulled on him a little more, their eyes meeting.
He still couldn’t understand why she was doing this; he was telling himself to get away from her, just to go to the bathroom and relieve himself. But seeing her gaze, her trusting gaze, he couldn’t stop. He wrapped an arm around her body. Thoughts were rushing through his brain, all of different types. He wanted to stop, but he just couldn’t. Slowly, he leaned forward. He kissed her cheek softly. She closed her eyes. Her mouth slowly moved up and down, still sucking. He kissed her again. This was wrong; he knew it. But just it felt so right doing this.
It couldn’t be that bad, right? Who would know? Nobody would be seeing them, he told himself over and over. They were just kissing. anyways. That wasn't abnormal for families, let alone siblings. Ashley wasn't stopping him, letting him kiss her. She hugged him back, nuzzling her head into the drape of his neck. She was noticeably calmer than usual, almost as if she were on some type of drug... it was still surprising to him.
Slowly, he began to rub her back. She melted into him, murmuring something quietly. He looked down at her. She looked cute like this, her body pressed against him, shuffling slightly. To his misfortune, she was also pressed up against his lower area, her legs molded around his bulge. His cheeks turned red. Weakly, he mumbled, "A-ashley, enough..." but he didn't mean it, not a single word. Curiously, she looked up at him. "Mm..? Why?" she mumbled.
"You know why, Ashley! Stop acting so dumb," he spat hastily, giving her a weak push, her head sinking into the pillow. She just seemed confused. Seeing her like this made him feel perplexed. Normally, she would've been having a way more immature and teasing reaction, but she was acting like she really didn't know what she, nor he, was doing. She hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. She was treating him as if he were some kind of stuffed toy. "...don't yell," she mumbled into his body. He couldn't help but feel a little bad on top of weirded out. She was acting so childlike. He always felt protective over her, but seeing her act so young made him feel like he needed to watch over her, preserve her, like if he treated her too harshly she'd shatter.
But even with all of those innocent feelings, he couldn't hide his arousal. He saw how vulnerable she was right now. Slowly, he changed their positions. She ended up below him, his body above hers. Without saying anything, he slowly leaned into her. His brain was screaming at him, yelling at him to stop. This was so, so wrong. He was looking at her sister with such taboo intent. He started to kiss her soft neck, her fair skin almost bruising from the pressure of his kisses. His legs went down, his bulge pressing against her thin shorts.
Weakly, she grunted. She couldn't deny her own arousal, but right now, she couldn't seem to identify it either. "A-andy," she whispered, eliciting a groan from him. With an innocent voice, she asked, "it feels weird... w-what is that?"
He stared back at her with the most perplexed eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening and her behavior wasn't helping. He knew she had masturbated before, and she definitely wasn't stupid enough to not know what being horny was. He couldn't understand why she was acting this way. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but he couldn't exactly take her seriously. With an astonished look, he cocked his head. "W... what?"
She didn't repeat herself, getting red in the cheeks. Letting out a soft whimper, she tried pulling him a little closer with one arm. "I'm serious," she pouted. He looked down at her, observing her. They were both shaking slightly, both nervous. Very, very slowly, he began to rub himself on her. "You can't be," he retorted quietly. "You know exactly what we're doing." He said, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself. She shook her head. Andrew sighed. Clearly, he wasn't going to be able to convince her to exit this “strange mood.” His own emotions fought against each other; he couldn't decide whether to be completely freaked out, turned on, or protective.
Deciding it’d have to be a mix of three, leaning turned on, he suddenly paused. “Not yet,” he whispered. Moving her to the edge of the bed, he got off of her body, nervously unbuttoning his pants. As they slid down his thighs, his boxers were desperately trying to conceal his excitement. Ashley cocked her head, the gears in her head turning, trying to figure out what it was, as if she had never seen anything like it before.
Andrew was still somewhat lost. The feeling nagged at him, but he tried his best to ignore it. Slowly, he pulled down his briefs, his dick finally coming free. Ashley blushed nervously, seemingly studying it. She reached out with a curious hand, touching it. He hissed under his breath, looking down and to the side. There was no way he could face her as he was doing something so shameful. He was unsure how she could keep such a carefree face.
She rubbed her fingertips on his tip, gently pressing one against his slit. Her nails brushed against the sensitive skin, and she giggled hearing him grunt. He was so ashamed, knowing exactly what they were doing, yet he just couldn’t bring himself to pull away, couldn’t convince either of them to stop. She slowly rubbed his head, feeling each little gland of her own brother’s member. Getting somewhat impatient, he gently took her hand, guiding her fingers around his shaft. “There,” he said shamefully. With his hand over hers, he slowly glided it back and forth. “l-like that…”
As she slowly got the hang of it, he began to move his hips back and forth. This felt so much better than using his hand or lotion to get off. Feeling her thinner, smaller hand on his member made him weak. He looked down at her, sweat accumulating on his forehead. “A-Ashley, I…” he murmured, never finishing his sentence. He wasn’t sure if it was even worth ignoring how his cock was twitching, begging for his sister. He wanted to, and god knew he was trying, but it felt so natural.
He knew it wasn’t. And he was pretty sure she knew, too, just maybe not right now. Knowing that made him feel guilty; she definitely wasn’t acting like her usual self, so using that as a ticket for her to touch him like that made him feel bad. It made him feel really, really bad. The guilt was swelling in his brain. Trying desperately to bury it all down, he began to move his hips faster, bucking them into her accelerating hand.
She looked up at him and smiled. She wasn’t exactly in the right headspace to really recognize it. Deep down she knew, but that part was being battled by her stronger emotions. “Andy… what’s wrong?” She giggled, gently pressing a finger pad against the hole of his tip. Her smile quickly turned into one of disgust, and she looked away, her tongue lolled out.
“Ew! It’s all sticky!” She complained. Seeing her tongue quickly prompted him to grab her hair, pulling her closer immediately. She looked up at him, surprised, feeling his member slowly enter her throat without much warning. Curiously, she licked it, her tongue swirling around it. Ashley had quite the oral fixation, it seemed. “S-sorry, Ashley, I just… ugh,” he groaned, still pulling on her hair.
She closed her eyes, trying to get used to it. The muscles in her throat expanded, even bulging slightly due to the girth. Who knew her brother could be this huge? She sucked on it carefully, getting into a familiar rhythm. He pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with a thumb. She sucked on that as well.
“Oh… how cute,” he whispered to himself, slightly looking away. Once she had gotten used to sucking on his thumb, he pulled that out as well, replacing it again with his penis. “S-see? Still feels nice, right?” He said a little louder, watching as she just continued. He was doing everything but complaining.
She didn’t even try stopping him. She didn’t really want to. It was soothing to her, almost as if she were sucking on a bottle. He knew what he was doing. She was malleable, influenced easily… she always had been. If he could manage to condition her into liking this, he could probably do this all the time with his sister. Just thinking about it almost made him cum.
He took out his thumb for the last time, swapping it out again. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was hard not to looking at that face of hers. It was so tempting. He pulled her hair forward, forcing her mouth on his cock. Almost as if he were angry, he thrusted quickly, not giving much time to adjust. She didn’t mind all that much. At first it hurt, but she got used to it, so it was okay. She continued sucking, trying her best to please her big brother.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Fuck… stay still…” he groaned quietly, shoving his member as deep as he could in her throat. She gagged softly. His waist buckled, his legs shook, and with a small whimper, he came. Thick, hot liquid dribbled down her throat. She looked grossed out by the taste, but he seemed unbothered. Thrusting slowly, he rode out his orgasm, sighing in relief once finished. Ashley pulled away with a grunt.
Ashley complained about the taste, but he wasn’t focused on that. He looked down at her shorts, wondering if she was just as turned on as he was. Despite everything, he still felt guilty. He had just came down his sister’s throat. He sighed and said he’d just have to deal with it later.
He tugged on her shorts, and was given a nod to keep going, so he continued. He discarded them quickly, seeing that his sister was wearing dark gray panties, an even blacker spot near the middle of the fabric.
“Oh, Ashley,” he whispered to her, “you’re so dirty.” He only meant it halfway, but she started shaking her head. “N-no, I…” she murmured, whimpering. She felt his weight laying on top of her.
“I-I don’t know what it is, “ she admitted quietly. “You can see it, right? It feels so hot… i-it almost hurts.” She looked at hiim desperately. “P-please, help me fix it, big bro,” she whimpered.
Hearing that made gim go feral. He lowered his hips and head, kissing the soft skin on her neck as his tip lined up with her entrance. “Really?” He asked softly, moving his hips up and down. Ashley whined, getting impatient.
“Y-yes! Please, hurry! I don’t like feeling sticky… please, make it go away! Won’t you help me, daddy?”
Andrew’s stomach fluttered wildly. Hearing that weakness in her voice… he needed to fuck her. He never thought he was into that, but his sister could make him a new man if she so pleased. He pushed inside slowly, feeling her tense up. He kissed her neck, giving her some time to adjust. He felt her muscles relaxing,’and pushed the other half in.
“See, Ashley? It feels really, really good, doesn’t it? D-daddy knows best…” He said quietly, shakily. Beads of sweat dribbled down his skin. He had never felt more perverted in his life.
She let out a soft, almost trusting giggle before he started to move. He took long strokes, savoring the feeling of her wet, fluffy pussy wrapping around him. He could feel every part of her like this. He slowly pulled all the way back out, then all the way back in. This continued for about five minutes, moans and soft squelching noises accompanying them the whole time.
By that point, she was extremely wet and tight. Her warm pussy enveloped his size, milking it. Slowly, he pulled out of her. “Ashley… I want to try something, okay?” Hew whispered. After she nodded, he kept talking. “i’m going to speed up, just a bit. I know you can take it, so no complaining, alright?”
Ashley whimpered softly, but nodded again. He quickly slid back inside, feeling her wet walls mold around him. She thrusted quickly, diligently. She leaned her head back, whining loudly. She even kicked her legs.
Andrew signed softly. “It’s okay… I’m gonna give you one more chance, okay?” He said quietly, and she weakly nodded. Once again, he began thrusting, almost tiring himself out with his own speed. She let out a scream, wrapping her arms and legs around his body tighter.
”Oh, Ashley,” he crooned. “I tried warning you.” After that she waited anxiously for something to happen. Nothing came for a while, but suddenly she felt a dull, deep pain in her stomach. He had just punched her. Tears pricked her eyes. “O-ow! D-daddy, why…?”
Andrew shushed her with a kiss. He started thrusting before he pulled away, desperate to feel Ashley. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to get so angry. But you know that, right? Don’t you know how much I love you? So be a good, little girl and let Daddy do his thing.” He whispered to her, nibbling on her ears.
He continued, trying to go faster, their dingy bed creaking under their weight. As she let out loud, annoying whines, he kept punching her. “Stop complaining, Ashley, and then Daddy won’t have to be mean.” He whispered, thrusting deep inside of her.
She could hardly focus right now. Her brain was in so many places. It hurt so much, but she couldn’t have felt better. Feeling her brother’s cock inside her, feeling him manhandle her… oh, it felt better than anything.
Her pussy began to tighten, all of the muscles flexing and contracting. He groaned softly, lifting her shirt up to bite one of her breasts, leaving it purple and red. “Ashley, I-I.. Nhh..”
He grunted, sinking his nails into her frail body, trying to maintain a grip. He thrusted in and out of her every second, the wet, slapping sound the last thing either of them were worried about. “Daddy~” Ashley moaned, letting out whine after whine, increasingly getting higher in pitch.
Andrew came first, unable to handle all of it. He buried himself as far as he could go, depositing his second load in his sister. Creamy, sticky semen filled up her womb, even managing to overflow it eventually. His cock softened, shrinking back down to its regular size when flaccid.
Feeling his essence filling her up made her cum as well. She let out a scream, “Daddyyy!” Before cumming all over him. She squirted for a while, and with each flex of her muscles, she let out another moan and a little more liquid.
She was panting, and so was he. He collapsed on top of her, somehow rolling off to her side. He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her. At this point, he couldn’t care less if they were siblings. It was thrown out the window as soon as they started kissing. But his sister understood him, and he understood her. They were made for each other in his book. No other girl could ever make him come close to feeling that again.
He kissed her softly, then lifted up her shirt. His face almost went pale seeing the damage he had done. Her usually very white stomach was now purple and brown, and he felt terrible actually seeing it. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I just got a little annoyed, okay?” He whispered, almost wanting to rub the bruises, but he knew that’d hurt. He kissed her collarbone instead.
Ashley smiled. “It’s okay, daddy… I won’t tell anyyyyone.” She giggled. “It’s a secret, okay?” She whispered, as if speaking loudly would tell someone. He nodded, kissing her once more on the lips. As he pulled away, he gave her a tight, long hug. “I love you, Ashley. You’re my whole world,” he whispered. “I’ll clean us up tomorrow, okay?”