An incestual fantasy

All of a sudden, Heather was masturbating to the thought of her brother fucking her wet pussy. She was shocked and disgusted by the thought, but before she could react, Billy pushed “cum NOW!” into her head.

Heather felt as if she was being shot out of a cannon. Her body exploded in ecstasy, every muscle in her body from her cunt outward spasmed at once. Her body bucked and flopped around on the bed, with her hands firmly attached to her cunt. Stars flashed in her eyes, and through it all, there was that picture of Billy, with his cock sliding in and out of her. It was almost real.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Heather lay still on her bed, gasping for air, breasts heaving and tears rolling down the sides of her face. Her legs were splayed outward, and her hands rested lightly over her soaked pussy.

“Did I just cum while thinking about my brother?” Heather thought. “That is just so sickening. And yet, why am I so turned on? I’ve never cum like that before. Not even close.

And while she lay there, Billy watched her in all of her exposed glory, reading the thoughts in her mind. Before turning to leave, he pushed one final thought into her head. “You are ashamed by what just happened, but you will never feel complete until you make it real.” With that, Billy closed Heather’s door, and returned to his room.