Hello! You will find this story a bit different from previous entries. I have received a lot of feedback on previous stories, which is greatly appreciated. A small minority have mentioned that my other stories are a bit of a slow burn in the beginning, so I've crafted a depraved tale for those that like to jump right into the hardcore, raunchy fuck ride. I hope you enjoy the constant bombardment of filth that Sasha's Obsession brings. Even if you aren't generally a fan of incest stories, I think you'll find Sasha's descent into debauchery quite entertaining. Also, for those who enjoyed the character of Amy from the first entry in the Hamlin stories, you will be pleased by her appearance here. Thank you all for taking the time to read my trash, and I hope you enjoy this spiral into perversion!
Obsession
It was sick. Depraved. Filthy. Wrong. Immoral and incomprehensible. And, that was just part of what made it so enticing. Sasha had long ago self-diagnosed herself with the obsession, and saw it for what it was. It was an unhealthy, soul-consuming darkness within herself, a destructive force that was stuck in her brain, ruling her actions. She loathed herself for it, even as she craved it. She was an addict, and she knew it.
She couldn't really pin-point when it had begun. As far back as she could remember, it had always been there. Mark. Her own brother. Kind. Sweet. A hunk by anyone's measure, and generous to boot. If there were a stamping plant churning out the ideal man, then it had minted her older brother.
Sasha lay in bed, her hand between her legs, eyes shut as she pinched her own nipple. Just on the other side of the wall, she could hear the soft slurping and purring from Megan, Mark's girlfriend. Bitch. Fucking cunt.
"You like sucking that big dick, don't you, baby?" Mark asked, his voice muted by the thin wall.
"Mhhh Hmmm!"
Sasha pictured her brother's thick fuckstick in that dark-haired sluts' mouth, and felt that familiar stab of jealousy, which just made her cunt more juicy as she frigged it, listening closely so that she didn't miss a word. There was an audible pop as Megan's lips let the big shaft go, and then the sound of the bed shifting. Mark's girlfriend moaned quietly as she climbed onto his lap and sank the length of his shaft inside of herself.
Sasha burned inside. While she'd always imagined Mark's cock to be as perfect as the rest of him, she'd learned the truth just a few months ago, and now it was driving her insane. After all her dreaming of it, a happy accident had finally let her see it, and the image had been in her mind ever since. She pushed her fingers into her sloppy snatch again. Fuck, she needed it. She needed to feel what Megan was feeling right now.
The girl on the other side of the wall came, her breath ragged, the creaking of the bed a rhythm that Sasha masturbated herself to.
"Your fuckin' pussy is so good," Mark said, and Sasha came.
"It's your pussy..." Sasha whispered to herself, "it's your fucking pussy."
Humping her fingers on her bed, Sasha wasn't sure how long her brother fucked his girlfriend, but she heard them shift several times. The sexy sounds went on and on as he took her from behind, or spread her legs, driving into her as his big hands mauled her tits. The sounds of smacking lips and wet tongues made Sasha cream her sheets so many times. She listened to the string of filth out of Mark's mouth as he called Megan a slut, whore, fucktoy, cocksucker. Sasha repeated each of the filthy names to herself. Finally, there was quiet from the other side of the wall. Sasha fell asleep, tears in her eyes. She hated herself for wishing Mark's big arms were around her now, his cock pressed into her back as he held her close, one hand on her breast, breathing becoming slow, even, until they fell asleep in each others' embrace.
Window of Opportunity
Mark looked devastated. Sasha shot off the couch at the sound of the door banging shut, pulling her hand from her shorts. She hadn't expected Mark home for some time. Their parents were away on a two month backpacking expedition through Europe for the summer, and Mark had taken the opportunity to be out, or in, with Megan as often as possible. Now, though, she saw a look on Mark's face that she could never recall seeing before. He was hurt.
She was off the couch in an instant, and blocked his path as he tried to head up the stairs.
"Hey," She said, concern evident in her eyes, "What is it, Mark?"
His shoulders slumped, and she put her arms around him. He did the same. She inhaled the smell of him. This closeness, in itself, wasn't something unusual. They were close. That was just the thing. Mark was a wonderful person, and the perfect Big Bro. The two siblings shared a great deal with each other. Sasha, though, had never been able to tell him about her real thoughts.
When they'd sit at night and talk, her legs propped up on his lap while the TV droned on, she'd think about the fat cock she could feel under her feet. They'd lay on the bed together, sharing a set of earbuds while they listened to tracks and talked about the music. Sasha would picture her tongue between his lips. When they hit the gym together, she'd spot his lifts, all the while picturing his toned chest running with sweat as he held her spread legs and filled her.
"Megan," Mark mumbled, "I saw...she was...Fuck, man. I treated her like gold, too."
"Oh, Mark! That's fucked up! She cheated on you?"
He nodded his head. He held up a reddened fist, "But I stuck that son of a bitch a good one right on the nose," he said.
Inwardly, Sasha was torn. On one hand, she was elated. On the other, Mark was hurting, and she hated that.
"Come on, Markey Mark," She tugged at his hand, leading him upstairs, "Let me tell you all about how awesome you are, and what a sinister bitch she is."
She pulled him into her room, and pushed him on the bed, where she quickly climbed in beside him, wrapping her arms around him. Her breasts pushed into his back through her tank top, and she nuzzled the back of his neck. Just last night, she'd spread her legs right where he was laying, and fingered her hot cunt while she listened to them fuck.
"Look, she doesn't know what she's giving up," Sasha said, "you did treat her like gold. You're the best person I know, and if she can't see that she's fucking blind."
Mark chuckled, "Thanks, Sash. I know that. I was good to her. I just don't get it. What is it with women? The whole nice guy thing works for a while, you know, but what am I missing?"
"Well, from what I hear through this wall, you're the whole package," Sasha joked.
She felt his skin flush.
"Shit! I should have guessed you could hear that shit. I'm so sorry. I didn't even think. You must think I'm some kind of perv." He said, and she could feel him deflate.
"No more so than the rest of us," She lied. She knew she was worse. The worst. Even now her nipples were hard being close to him, pressing against his back.
"Whatever. You're not a perv like me. I happen to know that you've only been with one dude your whole life, if you were telling the truth."
"I'd never lie to you," she said, "it's true. But..." she hesitated, unsure. Should she admit it to him? It wasn't like Mark to go without a girlfriend for long. He was in demand. He was perfect. Maybe this was her chance. After all, he'd never been the judgmental type. He was always supportive. She went on, "But, the number of people you've been with doesn't necessarily make you a perv, right? It's...it's what's in your, um, head, maybe?"
"Maybe. What exactly did you hear?" he said, turning over to look into her eyes. Their faces were only inches apart. His hand rested on hers. Sasha's breath quickened. She swallowed hard. She saw his eyes quickly flick to her cleavage. A surge of heat started in her cunt. The obsession had her. She could feel the rush of blood in her head as the filthy thoughts poured to the front of her mind.
"I...just some, uh, you know. Slut," a spasm of pleasure spiked through her brain as she said the word to her brother, "whore...fucktoy...co...cock...sucker," she felt light headed as the words came out, and she saw Mark's face turn red with embarrassment.
"Fuck. I'm sorry,"
"Why?" She asked.
"It's just embarrassing. My sister heard me talking dirty,"
She fidgeted, her finger absentmindedly twirling her hair as she looked away from his eyes and said, "I liked it," almost too quietly to hear.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
She felt ashamed, and that just made her cunt even warmer.
"I said, I liked it," She repeated.
"Liked what?" Mark asked, oblivious.
"Hearing...hearing you say those things. I liked it. It turned me on."
