Gothic Persuasion Ch 02

Halloween rolled around fairly quick, especially since my mind had been preoccupied with Angel and me fucking. Our parents went off to a party that our dad's old frat buddies were throwing. To my knowledge, they had no clue what was going on between their son and daughter, behind their backs.

I finally did come to terms with what I'm feeling about Angel, and I found out some things about myself that I didn't know. We still fight and argue, but at this point, we've come to terms with that as well, and realized that it's just inevitable, whether we're fucking or not. Our fucking has helped us get along, to minimize the fighting, however.

Since Angel and I started fucking, she hasn't been sleeping around like she used to. I don't know if she's staying faithful to me because she wants to, or if she just hasn't had an opportunity to fuck another guy in the short time she and I have been hooking up. I feel twisted, because her slutty behavior, I found, was oddly a turn on for me.

After Jazmine found us fucking, I started noticing people in town acting differently toward me, whispering to their friends after I'd walk past them, or looking at me in disgust. I've even lost a few friends, and although they were careful not to tell me why, the reason was clear.

I was fixing dinner for me and Angel, when I heard her come into the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you fixing?" she said.

I turned to answer her question, and there she stood, stark naked with her hair pinned up. She had dark red lipstick on, and black smokey eye shadow.

"So, you're walking around the house naked now?" I asked, as I admired the view.

"Mom and dad won't be back until about midnight, and nobody is going to be coming here, so yeah, asshole, I'm gonna walk around naked," she said. "Try not to cum in your pants, or anything."

"I would ask if you were dressing up as a bitchy slut for Halloween, but come on, that's every day for you," I said.

"Well you've certainly got your role down," she said. "The bitchy slut's horny brother that likes getting into her pants."

"Except there are no pants to get into... because you're naked," I said. "I know I don't compliment you much, but fucking hell."

She giggled and stepped closer to me, her tits jiggled as she moved, then she brazenly reached into my sweatpants, and grabbed my now-hard dick with her ice-cold hand.

"Wanna fuck?" she said, with a look of pure lust in her eyes.

"I gotta keep an eye on the food," I said.

"So? We could always fuck here in the kitchen," she said.

"Yeah, well the floor is too hard on my knees, so I don't think that's an option right now," I said.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, we can fuck on the table or something," she scolded.

She dragged me by my dick over to the table, where she hopped up, and spread her legs. Her pussy was very wet, welcoming- no, more like daring me to shove my cock into it.

I pulled my sweatpants down, and let them drop to the floor, then as soon as Angel let go of my dick, I pressed it to her pussy, and pushed it inside her with ease.

She moaned as I started fucking her, juicy noises filling the air as our forbidden act became our focus.

"Oh god!" she moaned.

She laid back and played with her tits while I kept thrusting into her. Her pussy dripped like a leaky faucet, coating my cock faster than I'd ever seen before. It was so easy to lose myself in the act, like the few times prior to now. Even with the fog, the reality of my own climax always brought me back enough to pull out and cum on her stomach. She hated when I did that, and called me a 'fucking pussy' the first time. Every other time I pulled out, she would just get pissed off at me, and be her usual bitchy self for a few hours before finally calming down.

"Harder!" she said.

I slammed into her, and each time I did, she cried out in pure pleasure. I could feel myself enjoying the act, just as before, which only hastened my movements once again.

"You like fucking your brother, don't you?" I said.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" she panted.

"You've always wanted my cock, haven't you?" I said.

"Yes! Oh god!" she yelled. "I got so fucking horny, hearing you watching my porn."

"You realize that makes you the biggest slut in the world?" I said.

"Fuck! If it does, then that makes you just as bad, fucking your own sister."

Somehow, our exchange was actually turning me on more.

"Slut!" I said.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Douchebag!"

The moist slapping sounds continued, and Angel's moans could probably be heard from anywhere in the house, but I was quickly spiraling toward climax, now impossible to avoid.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I said as I tried to pull out.

Angel's legs quickly wrapped around me, and before I could protest, I felt my cock shooting cum straight into her, as deep as my cock would go. She moaned even louder, and her pussy clenched around my dick as she convulsed.

A loud sizzling noise engulfed the new silence, as the deep pan boiled over. Our climaxes now over, Angel's legs loosened their grip, and I pulled out, immediately turning my attention to the stove.

Angel giggled. "Yeah, that's how a good fuck session with your sister is supposed to end. I love feeling your hot cum inside me," she said.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, as I stirred the pasta in the pan. "Do you realize how much trouble we could get in if you got pregnant? It's a sheer miracle we haven't been arrested already, since Jazmine knows and told the whole fucking town about us."

"God, you know how to ruin a hot moment," Angel said as she stood up and walked over to me. "You know I don't like when you pull out. In fact, if you ever fucking pull out again, I'll tell everyone about the porn you watch. That coupled with the knowledge that we fucked, people might finally put you in the same context as they've put me in for years."

I scoffed. "As if you know what porn I watch. Besides, you earned that context all by yourself, and for damn good reason. If people didn't know us both so well, I wouldn't even admit to knowing you, let alone being related to you."

Angel leaned over the stove to look in the pan, then wrinkled her nose and turned to exit the kitchen. "Have it your way. By the way, if you expect me to go blonde, and wet my pants for you, you're going to be half-disappointed. I like my hair the way it is. I look forward to having you cum inside me again."

She walked into the living room, leaving me utterly dumbfounded at how she could know about what porn I've been watching. It was clear to me she wasn't bluffing, but her getting pregnant would be far worse than people knowing what porn I watched. A pregnancy would confirm what we were doing, and could be used as evidence against us. It was our word again Jazmine's, and I wanted to keep it that way.

After we ate dinner, Angel, still totally naked, sat with me on the couch while we watched a horror movie. It was only six o'clock, the heat was on medium, the window shades were closed, and the room was dark, save for the light from the TV.

She delighted in touching herself the whole time we'd been watching, but it was clear she wanted more to be turned on, than to get off. I couldn't help but watch in the corner of my eye, a fact that she clearly noticed at some point, given her smirk.

I got hard, watching her do things that I'd seen in some of her solo videos. I was trying very hard not to let myself get too caught up in what she was doing, and it was obvious what she was doing; she was trying to get me horny again. Her plan succeeded.

I finally decided there was no reason to deny my own urges, or hers. I pulled off my sweats, and started jerking off, then looked over at her. She turned her head to watch, then swung her legs onto the couch, and spread them to give me a view of her fingers being inserted inside her pussy. A view I'd come to admire, even before I realized who it was.

I decided to take the same position she did, and she inched closer, placing her legs over mine, with her feet at my sides. I was getting more excited by the second, watching her fingers slip in and out of her juicy cunt, the slick of her fluids coating them like butter. She bit her lower lip, and stared at my cock, her nipples as stiff as ever.

"God, you're so hot," I blurted.

"Look at you, enjoying your big sister," she said.

"Fuck you," I said.

"Yeah, I bet you want to," she said.

"Fuck yeah, I do."

"Come get me then."

Without a thought, I was on top of her. I brushed her hand out of the way.

"Get your fucking hand out of the way," I said. My cock was throbbing by that point, and I nearly came when I pushed it inside her yet again.

Angel moaned loudly and arched her back as I pounded away at her pussy. She made no attempt to hide being very turned on.

"God, you're such a fucking slut," I said, as I kept fucking her. "Letting your little brother fuck you like this."

"Yeah, well since I'm a fucking slut, what does that make you?" she said.

"The biggest fucking pervert on the fucking planet," I said.

"Yeah, a fucking pervert that likes cumming inside his slutty big sis," she said.

With only a few more thrusts, my cock started shooting cum inside her again. I was so hard, I could feel it twitching on top of the throbbing, but I was overwhelmed with the feeling of satisfaction, before I finished, I was kissing her. Our tongues explored each other before she finally broke the kiss and smiled with her look of pure dark sated appetite.

"You enjoyed that a lot more than you ever have," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"There's no point in looking for girls, when you've got one right here at home, right?" she said.

"Right," I said.

"Good boy," she said. "Now get up, I have to go pee."

I laughed a little and got up, my cock slid out of her and I sat down. She climbed over to me and whispered in my ear.

"Wanna come watch?" she said.

I delighted in hearing those words.

"I might take you up on that offer, but not tonight," I said.

She giggled. "Suit yourself." She left the living room, and I heard the toilet lid hit the tank, followed by trickling sounds. It was clear she didn't bother to close the door, no doubt as an open invitation, but I sat where I was, content.

It had gotten late, so we cleaned up the house, and sprayed air freshener to help mask the smell of sex that had permeated the air. It wasn't long after that when our parents got back from their party, at which time, they found a fully-clothed Angel and me, sitting on the couch, watching the end of another horror movie we'd put in.

The movie finally finished up and I went to my room. Everyone else seemed to go to bed after that, and once they had, I turned on my computer to surf one of my favorite sites for porn. My thoughts returned to what Angel said about her doing porn, and I wondered how many videos of hers I'd watched, never having realized it.

Of course, now being intimately familiar with her pussy, I had the hubris to assume I could spot it in any video with a close-up. Either way, my interests didn't change; I still favored goth solo girls the same way I did before, now with the added dirty feeling that any of them could be Angel. It turned me on to think about it.

Over the course of an hour, I watched a few videos without the want to jerk off, rather testing my own feelings and desires with imagining that the girl on screen actually was Angel, whether I knew it or not. I was hanging on the edge of a cliff, and it was clear from my own reactions to this idea that I was ready to take the plunge. Not the 'I want my own sister' plunge, that plane already took off and landed again. This was something else, something new, and it felt good, and - damn it! I had to jerk off now. Watching these girls get off, imagining they were all Angel, remembering what has already happened, and wanting more than I should. It all came to head, and when I shot another load onto the floor, I found myself fantasizing about cumming inside Angel again.

Exhausted, I laid on my bed with the light off, by this time it was 1:30 am. I closed my eyes, and all I could think about was Angel, and how good she felt. Rock hard, I finally fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to Angel sucking me off, my cock spraying into her mouth from the erotic dream I was having. She swallowed the load, and looked at me with a seductive gaze that would turn on any man.

"Seriously?" I said. "You can't wait until I'm awake, before craving my dick?"

"Whatever. You liked it, asshole," she giggled and got up. She had a hockey jersey on, but that was all. I paused a moment before recognizing the shirt.

"Is that my old hockey jersey?" I said.

"Like you ever played hockey," she scoffed.

"Take it off, it's a collector's item."

"You asked for it," she smiled.

She lifted the shirt off her otherwise-naked body, tossed it aside, then climbed over to me. Her legs pressed down on the mattress at my waist sides, and her ass was seated right against my dick. Her pussy leaked onto me as she kept giving me sexual looks.

"I'm horny," she said.

"No shit," I said. "Get off."

"If you say so," she said.

Her hand reached down, and she started toying with her clit while I watched. She wiggled and moaned, and as I heard another sound, my heart sank, and goosebumps covered my skin.

"I'm going to work, Angeline," Mom said from the living room. "When your brother gets up, I want the two of you to clean the house up."

"Okay," Angel said.

Shortly after, I heard the door to the garage close. Angel hadn't let up the whole time this happened.

"Jesus Christ, you could've gotten us caught!" I said.

"Relax," Angel said. "Mom and Dad heard about us fucking from one of their friends, they don't give a shit."

"Just because they heard about it, doesn't mean they believe it," I said.

"They do," Angel said. "They asked me about it, and I told them we were. They want to talk to us about it, next time they both have time, maybe even tonight."

"When the fuck did that happen?" I said.

"Last night- oh fuck!"

I could feel her pussy dripping, her fingers lifted from her clit, and she started grinding against me while she played with her tits.

"Were you going to tell me?" I said.

"Eventually. Fuck, I need your cock!" she moaned, and quickly positioned my newly-hardened dick, so she could lower herself on it.

She wasted no time, and again, the familiar feeling of her warm pussy accepting me inside it began to drive my desires. I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet, and my slut sister was riding me like a carnival attraction.

I thrust into her to help sate her lust, to what success I cannot say. Her appetite for incest was clearly strong, a fact I wish I'd known before I allowed myself to get involved with her. The more we fucked, the more she wanted it, the more entrenched I became in the ordeal. It wouldn't be long, I felt, that I would lose myself in her, and I would no longer find satisfaction with other women, only my sister. Not because I was in love with her, but how wrong it was, and that fueled the act more than a normal relationship could.

I knew I couldn't cum again, but I still fucked her all the same. Her tits bounced with the motion, but she began holding them in place with an arm, while still rubbing her clit. I could feel her pussy secreting fluids, which dripped down my cock. Her motions became more extreme, her moans louder, her actions more deliberate and even desperate. Soon it was all over, she's squirted a small bit of cream down my cock, and she slid off as if to savor the moment, then leaned down and licked it up from base to tip before standing up next to my bed.

"I have to leave for a bit," Angel said. "You heard mom earlier, the house needs to get cleaned up."

"That's for both of us, you don't get to skip out on your side of the responsibility just because they're not home," I said.

"I won't be long, and I promise I'll help. God!" she stormed out.

I didn't believe her, but given her history with lying to me to get out of exactly that kind of chore, it wasn't something I could be blamed for. By this point, I had to piss so bad that it hurt, and I barely made it to the bathroom in time. A minute or so after that, I heard Angel leave.

Ironically, this time she was telling the truth. Her trip didn't take long at all, and when she walked back in through the door in the kitchen, I couldn't help but smile at what I saw; snakebites. She was already a sexy goth, but snakebites just added to it. Certainly she knew that I would like them.

"Told you it wouldn't take long," she said.

"How'd you pay for the snakebites?" I asked.

She walked over to me and set her bag on the nearby kitchen table, then gave me a look.

"I'm a cam girl. I do have money to spend," she scoffed.

"And here I thought you might've blown somebody to get them."

"Fuck you," she said.

"You have been, wanna go another round?" I said.

I was being an unfair asshole, but she had the reputation of a complete slut and everyone knew it. Even still, I regretted accusing her like I did.

"You wanna fuck? Show me dick," she said.

"Lose the cargo pants and panties," I countered.

"Joke's on you, I'm not wearing panties. Now show me dick."

"Come on, you don't expect me to believe that you didn't wear panties when you went out today."

She dropped her pants, and she wasn't bluffing. Her bare pussy now exposed, I realized there were no bounds to my sister's sexual urges. As she stepped out of her pants, and took off her shirt to expose her tits, I removed my pants.

She hopped up onto the kitchen table, and without question, I slid my cock inside her again. Her initial moan echoed in the empty house as I began fucking her hard. We were out of control, clearly, and I was now beyond redemption. I'd lost count of how many times we'd fucked, but I knew this wouldn't be the last, not by a long shot. I leaned close to her and kissed her tits, then her lips. Her snakebites added to the excitement, and while I couldn't help but hate myself for it, I loved fucking her. She was hot as hell. Her black makeup, her pale skin, the very fact that she wanted my cock, her own brother. It was all such a guilty turn-on, but one I enjoyed, and one I wasn't going to let go of now. How many guys can say they're fucking their own sister? Granted, in Angel's case, it would surprise people more if she wasn't fucking her own brother.

"Wrap those sexy legs around me," I said.

She did exactly that, and looked straight into my eyes with 'the look'. It gave me a sudden feeling in the pit of my stomach, and as she wrapped her arms around my neck, I could see her thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having her brother's cock repeatedly slam into her.

"Fuck, ugh!" she moaned. Her tits bounced freely, and I started leaning into her as we embraced, my hips freely thrusting.

The doorbell rang, but we both ignored it, and her moans continued loud enough for people to hear. It rang again, coupled with a loud knock.

"We should probably‒" I said.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Angel said.

The knocking continued, coupled with more frantic doorbell rings. Angel's moans had become so obvious, there was no way that whoever it was didn't know she was getting fucked real good. I wasn't even sure how much longer I could last, but Angel's pussy was so wet, I was sliding in and out of her without any effort at all.

"Cum inside me," she said.

"I'm about to," I said.

She panted and let out another loud moan, then I felt her pussy start gushing out fluid. The sensation made me cum instantly, and I shoved my cock deep into her to get as much as I could, as deep as it would go. Her body trembled in the aftermath, as she collapsed onto the table, bringing heavily.

"Jesus, sis. I didn't know you could squirt."