The characters and events in this story are 93% fictional.
The characters themselves are 18+ and products of the author's imagination because he's a deranged piping hot mess.
Have fun, and for God's sake, wash your hands afterwards!
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It was late, very late, mom and Aunt Jessica still haven't come home yet, and Sasha was spying on her little brother, again.
Clad in only a black T-shirt, with the image of his favorite band on it, her platinum blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, she watched on as he was rubbing one out to a Ginger playing with herself.
She had pangs of jealousy filtering through her body as she was rubbing herself to another silent orgasm.
'You don't deserve my master's affections, you skank.' Sasha thought darkly. 'All twelve of those inches are mine, not yours! Be grateful my master is paying you any attention, harlot!'
Ever since mom had brought him home from that adoption agency all those years ago, she had this unshakable, inexplicable feeling that she would later understand as love, or was it lust, when she had fully awoken sexually.
Was it wrong, to confuse the two?
From the safety of her spot in the hallway, she brushed aside a stubborn lock that had came loose and continued to rub her engorged clit, making her ooze juices that ran down her legs, soaking into the carpet.
She appeared to be the younger of the two, despite being a full three years older. Her slender body and perfect D breasts were apparently too perky or too underdeveloped to give her that look of maturity.
However with Danny's dark, rebellious, shaggy hairstyle; serious, smoldering blue eyes; beefcake build, and a five day stubble, and that all of it made her leak sticky love nectar... But that's not important right now, what is important is trying to think of a way to get that huge, beautiful cock deep inside her.
She came almost at the same time he did, she was in awe at watching all that thick, white hot, creamy cum flow out of him like a fountain of untapped sexual needs and desires, the only thing that could possibly quench the fire in her own loins.
She was always surprised at how much he could produce at once, he could father entire nations with that supply.
There's a thought, a country made up entirely of Danny's offspring...
Curious was the fact that he seldom made any noises during his self-pleasuring sessions. Maybe a sigh through his nose, or a subtle grunt, but nothing else.
He reached over for a recently washed spooge rag and some tissues to clean himself up.
Sometimes, most times, all times, she wished he had used her tongue to clean him off instead of wasting all that juice with those tissues.
Whenever she had a chance, she would slip into his room and take the most saturated to lick clean and rub against her hungry pussy, but this was only a quick fix until she has unlimited access to its prime source.
God, what she wouldn't give to read his mind! What dark, dirty, kinky thoughts were occupying his head right now? What could she do, should she do, to finally make him give her some much needed attention!?
Danny had long since gotten board with watching girls play with themselves, or each other. Well getting board with porn in general. He's pretty much seen it all since he discovered internet.
Ranging from solo exhibitions, like what he just saw, to full-on multi-tier group orgies, from simple plain old fucking to fucking intense, and from the sweet and innocent to the dark and twisted, and even interracial combinations of the same sort.
Once, on a whim, just to sate his curiosity, he's watched guys do it.
Not as fun to watch, but one does need to mix it up once and a while...
He's watched it all and read it all, and no matter the subject, genre, or if there's even a story, it was always the same, he'd watch, jack off, wash, rinse, repeat, and be no closer to a woman.
The knowledge he's accumulated over the years, and no way to use it on anyone, is something he wished he had he focused on doing something else.
That's what the problem is, he's got no one to share it all with. This was the deepest he'll ever be inside a woman.
Making love to a video screen.
Sure, there's tons of girls at his college that he could hopelessly fall for, but they're not interested in a linebacker who plays an electric instead of an acoustic, or they're gay, or misandrist, or an extreme environmentalist, or some other weird combination that'll just really turn him off.
He sighed after cleaning up, he decided he really needed a beer, at least there's always a temporary solution to a lifelong problem.
Slipping on his sweat pants, he walked out into the hall, and almost ran over his sister, looking a bit flustered, or glowing, getting really red in the cheeks, but that's been happening an awful lot anyway, almost like he caught her doing something she wasn't supposed to.
"Hey sis, you're up late. Can't sleep either?"
"Yeah, having a hard time getting to dreamland." She said in her casually cool voice, putting her naughty hands behind her, wanting to add 'because you won't come sleep with me, damn it!' But she just couldn't...yet.
"Can I ask you something?"
'Yes! You can ask me for anything, do anything, you beautiful stallion, I'm yours!' She screamed in her head, but it came out as, "Sure, what's up?"
"Ever think you're missing out on something, important? That it's like you can feel something's within your reach, but it's still hopelessly beyond you?"
'Oh! God!! Yes!! Everyday!!' She wanted to shout, but her lips weren't being cooperative, and instead she said this. "I think you've been listening to too much of that music, bro."
And she was kicking herself for it.
"Well, I was just...ah, it's nothing. Forget I said anything."
He gave her a half hug, kissed her forehead, and went down to the kitchen.
She melted into the wall and slumped down to the wet spot she made.
She loved hearing his gravelly voice, listening to him makes her quiver and yearn.
Damn it! Didn't he see what his very presence does to her!? His natural musk had causes her to swoon, and it took everything she had to not leap at him and rightfully claim what she so desperately needs. What he desperately needs!
He needs a woman to soothe his tormented soul at any given notice!!
Why of all people, was she so helplessly obsessed over him?
Was it fate, or was it because of some unrequited instinct?
She had to do something, now, before it was too late!
Danny descended the three flights of stairs, walked passed the living room with its wraparound couch that was dominating the far corner, passed the basement door, that he's not allowed into for some strange reason, not that he wanted to go look.
Basements freak him the fuck out!
No basements, never, ever again!
He flicked on the kitchen light, found the last beer on the bottom shelf of the fridge, and made a mental note to pick up more, probably after classes tomorrow.
He just barely had the cap off when soft fingers ran up and down his spine, making him breath in sharply as lithe arms encircled his waist. Their owner pressed her face and body into his back, the thin material couldn't hide the hard nipples poking softly into his skin, hugging him as hard as she can.
Her tender heart hammering through her chest with anticipation of what's about to happen next.
"I love you, so much, Danny." She said in a soft whisper. "So much that I will want to do anything to make you happy. And I do mean anything." She had committed herself to this, there was no going back after this first step.
He didn't know what to do with this, he was still horny, despite getting off earlier, and thought to dilute it some with alcohol, and then this happens without warning.
