Back home

Mark got home later that evening. The house was quiet. He dropped his bag by the door and headed upstairs. His mind was still replaying the way Vanessa had screamed and squirted on the bathroom floor while everyone laughed at her wrecked body. It had felt good in the moment. Now it just left a sour taste mixed with the guilt that had been growing all day.

He opened the door to his bedroom and found Ashley waiting for him.

She was sitting on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but one of his oversized t shirts. Her red hair was still a little messy from earlier. When she saw him her whole face lit up with that soft adoring look. She stood up and walked straight to him wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hey you," she said quietly. Her voice was warm. "I missed you."

Mark hugged her back. Her body felt soft and warm against him. She smelled like soap and a little bit of her own scent. His cock started to harden immediately just from holding her.

Ashley pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. She brushed her fingers through his hair then cupped his face.

"I have been thinking about you all day," she whispered. "About last night. About how you took care of me after. How you held me while I slept. How you actually put me first even though you were clearly still horny."

She pressed her body closer. He could feel her nipples through the thin shirt.

"I know this is crazy. You are my brother. But I think I am in love with you Mark. Not just the sex. You. The way you make me feel safe even when you are rough with me. The way you look at me. I have never felt this way about anyone."

Her words hit him like a punch to the chest. Love. Real love in her eyes. She was looking at him like he was her everything. His cock throbbed hard against her stomach. The taboo of his own sister saying she was in love with him made him so turned on he could barely think straight.

But the guilt crashed over him at the same time. He thought about the eight hours he had spent destroying her frozen body. All the loads he had pumped into her while she could not move. The way he had used her like a toy. Then today with Vanessa. Ruining another girl without a second thought while Ashley was home waiting for him thinking he was some caring boyfriend.

He swallowed hard.

"Ashley..." he started.

She shook her head and kissed him softly on the lips. It was gentle. Loving. Not the hungry desperate kiss from before.

"You do not have to say it back," she murmured against his mouth. "I just needed you to know. I am yours. Completely. You can do anything you want to me. I trust you."

She took his hand and guided it under the t shirt between her legs. Her pussy was already wet and warm. She was still a little swollen from yesterday but she pressed his fingers against her anyway.

"Make love to me tonight?" she asked softly. "Not the rough stuff. Just you and me. Slow. I want to feel close to you."

Mark's cock was rock hard and leaking in his pants. Her confession had him aching. But the guilt was eating him alive. This girl who thought she was in love with him had no idea how badly he had used her power on her. How many times he had treated her like a frozen sex doll.

He kissed her back. Deeper this time. His hands slid down to squeeze her ass gently as he walked her back toward the bed.

"I am here," he said quietly. His voice was thick with guilt and lust at the same time. "I have got you."