Go Home and Face the Music

As you approach your apartment, you can see through the windows that Blaine and his sister are indeed inside. Your heart races as you consider how to confront them.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for the confrontation ahead before entering your home. The smell of their presence fills your senses: the lingering scent of Mia on him mingled with his sister's sensual musk.

Upon entering, they both look up at you, their expressions giving away nothing. Blaine's face is calm and composed, while his sister appears slightly more anxious but still manages to hold eye contact.

You stand in the doorway for a moment before speaking, your voice shaking slightly as you begin.

"I... I need to talk to both of you." You manage to say, taking slow steps towards them.

"Madison and I hooked up," you finally **** out. The words feel like a weight lifted from your chest, even as they hang heavy in the air between you.

You see Blaine flinch slightly at this revelation, his eyes widening before he quickly schools his expression into one of resigned acceptance. He nods slowly, not meeting either of your gazes.

"Okay..." he finally says, but unfortunately you're not done.

"Mia too... We were together," You say, feeling the weight of these words settle on the room like a dense fog.

Blaine stiffens in his chair but doesn't speak or react otherwise. His eyes remain fixed on some unknown point just past your shoulder as if he's trying to process this new information without looking directly at it.

"Mia?" Madison questions, her voice laced with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. She leans forward slightly in her seat, eyes narrowed curiously. "Tell me more!" she demands looking over at her brother before turning her gaze back towards you.

You swallow hard under the intense scrutiny but manage to respond:

"I don't think I should" You say hesitantly, looking over at Blaine briefly. The discomfort in his posture is palpable; it's as if he's trying to shrink away from this conversation while still maintaining some semblance of composure.

At your response, Madison's eyes flash with a combination of annoyance and curiosity before settling back into an expression of disappointment. She opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by the sudden slam of her brother's fists on the table. Then suddenly, almost shockingly fast, he jumps up from his seat and heads for the door to his room.

"Blaine?" You call out after him, feeling your heart race in response to this unfortunately expected turn of events. Without turning around or slowing down, he slams the door behind him. The echo of his retreat lingers in the air like a dark shadow.

You look over at Madison, who has an incredulous expression on her face - one that quickly gives way to concern as she turns towards where he'd disappeared.

"That was... a lot," She murmurs, concern creeping into her voice. Her eyes follow the closed door for a moment before returning back to you. "Are you okay?" She asks softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on your arm.

"I'll be fine. I deserve it and worse." You manage with a weak smile, returning her comforting grip lightly before pulling away.

As you sit quietly at the table, a strange buzzing begins to ring in your ear. "Do you hear that?" you ask Madison.

She shakes her head no and you frown in confusion. But it's growing stronger... almost like an electrical current pulsing from Blaine's room. Curiosity piqued and concern mounting, you motion for her to follow as you move towards the door of his bedroom.

Placing your ear against the wooden surface, you can now hear it distinctly: Blaine is masturbating loudly. The rhythmic slapping sound mixes with muffled groans that resonate through the door - a clear indication he's lost in the throes of pleasure.

Madison looks at you wide-eyed and mortified but also somewhat intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. She leans close to your ear, whispering loudly over the noise coming from within:

"What do we do now?"

You glance back at her before responding,

"We don't do anything," You say firmly. "This is his way of dealing with things... let him finish."

Suddenly, Blaine's moans grow louder and more intense until you both hear him call out, "Fuck her, Clay. Fuck my little sis!" The sudden intensity of Blaine's plea sends a pulse through the air that seems to reverberate in your loins.

You exchange glances with Madison, who appears first shocked and then aroused by this unexpected turn of events as you are. Her eyes flicker between her brother's door and then back to yours - an unspoken question lingering on her face: Are we going to fulfill his wish?

As if drawn by some unseen ****, your gaze drifts towards the bedroom door once more. The sound of Blaine's muffled cries for you to fuck his sister beat within your skull like a drum, begging to be answered. You look back at Madison again and find her eyes locked on yours - her expression a mix of apprehension, desire, and curiosity. Her lips part as she whispers:

"Do it."

Her words are laced with arousal and uncertainty; they're enough to shatter any last remnants of your restraint. With one hand still gripping the doorknob, you pull Madison close - her body trembling under your touch as you turn the know and guide her into Blaine's room, kissing her deeply.

Blaine sits in the corner of the room on a computer chair, his pants around his ankles and one hand furiously stroking his hardened cock. He looks up at you both through hooded eyes, a mixture of shock and excitement painting his features as he takes in the scene before him. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable: from tension-filled silence to an almost tangible wave of lust that envelops you all.

"Fuck her," he rasps again, voice hoarse from his intense self-pleasure. "Please...Clay."

Without another word, you reach for Madison once more - pulling her closer and wrapping your arms around her waist. Your hands glide over her body, savoring the feel of silky skin beneath your fingers, as you lower her onto her brother's bed.

His sister's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of trepidation and lust that mirrors your own emotions. As she reclines back on the mattress, her legs part slowly and she pulls aside her panties- revealing her shaved pussy glistening with wetness. A primal urge takes hold, driving your actions with an insatiable hunger that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Still want to know about Mia?" you growl to her, knowing that Blaine is listening closely as he edges in the corner. Your voice is low but filled with a raw intensity that sends chills down their spines.

She nods eagerly, her breath catching slightly in her throat - an unspoken answer to your question and a plea for your attention. As she lies before you, her legs spread wide open like offering, your fingers trace a line down from her stomach to between her thighs where she's already wet and ready for you."So, remember how Blaine went to the gym earlier?" You start out casually, your voice laced with lust as your fingers delve into her warmth. "Well... I went too. Except Mia was still there when I got there."

Her eyes lock onto yours in silent encouragement - a silent plea to continue this forbidden story.

"I tried to blow her off, but before long she was begging me to fuck her asshole," you say with a smirk as your fingers begin to pump faster inside of her. "And I did... right there in the sauna at the gym.."

The image flares up in your mind like an inferno, igniting a wave of lust that courses through your veins. You withdraw your fingers and take the opportunity to to slowly probe Madison's entrance with your cock.

"She was such a whore... moaning my name so loud, I thought the whole gym would hear" Your voice drops lower - becoming almost whispery with each word. "Her ass was tight though. I'm guessing Blaine doesn't get to use it very often."

Your words are punctuated by {friend_sis}'s moan as you slide the full length of your cock into her tight pussy.

As your cock thrusts deep within Madison, she arches her back and lets out a long, low moan that echoes through the room. You can see the pleasure etched on her face - an expression mirrored in the eyes of Blaine who watches from his chair.

You begin to fuck her harder, each movement filling the air with a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh .

"Is this what you want?" You growl out between gritted teeth as you continue to pound into her. "To watch me fuck your sister while you jerk off?"

His eyes dart between the two of you, but he doesn't say anything - only continues stroking himself furiously as his gaze flickers back and forth from Madison's flushed face to where your hips meet.

"Fuck yes..." She gasps out in response, her voice thick with desire. "Make me come... Please."

"And you, you're getting off on him watching. You little slut," you spit, the harshness of your words betrayed only by your obvious pleasure.

Despite, or perhaps because of, your words, Madison is still panting hard - her eyes locked onto yours as she begs for release. "Yes, fuck me Clay! Make me your slut."

Her pleas serve only to fuel your desire; you thrust harder, each movement filled with an intense mix of anger and lust that drives you ever closer to the edge.

As you continue fucking her relentlessly, you feel the unmistakable thrum of your demonic power deep in your loins and the scent of sex and brimstone fills the air. The atmosphere within the room is charged with lust and tension - a volatile mix that threatens to boil over at any moment.

You lean down close, whispering harshly into Madison's ear as your hips continue their relentless rhythm: "This is what you really want, isn't it? To be fucked while your cuck brother jerks his little dick?"

Your words are cruel but they're guided by your supernatural instinct. This is is what gets them off. Her eyes roll back slightly in pleasure as she nods, her breath hitching with each word.

"Yes..." She gasps out, clutching the sheets tightly. "Fuck me!"

As you continue to thrust rhythmically into Madison, a sense of intoxication washes over you - driven by the potent combination of desire and demonic power coursing through your veins. You feel invincible.

Looking over at Blaine, whose eyes are glued to the scene before him, he looks somehow different. His face softer, his features more delicate - and the penis in his hand, smaller than when you first walked in on him. You watch as he slowly strokes himself with just a few fingers hand while the other rubs at one of his nipples.

His sister, meanwhile, is writhing beneath you in ecstasy - her moans and pleas for more growing louder until they're almost feral. She clings to you desperately as you continue to fuck her hard against the bed.

"You love this, don't you?" You snarl at Madison, your words punctuated by the sound of slapping flesh. "You fucking crave it!"

She nods vigorously, eyes blazing with desire and submission.

"Fuck... Yes! I need it... Please Clay," Her voice is hoarse from her passionate cries for more as she claws at your back, pulling you closer.

"Fuck!" You roar out in a mix of pleasure and sadism as your balls tighten and your cock throbs inside Madison, signaling the onset of your release. The room is filled with the angry sound of flesh slapping against flesh and moans echoing off the walls - a testament to your shared desire.

Fully hilted inside of her, you explode with a torrent of cum that floods Madison's pussy. Her body trembles violently beneath yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her - each spurt seemingly filling her to the brim and heightening her euphoria

"Oh god, yes... Fuck yes... Clay!"

She moans out in a mix of ecstasy and relief, eyes squeezed shut as her body shudders with intense orgasm.

In contrast, Blaine now looks spent - his previously hardened cock softening within his hand. He seems sated but resigned to his position on the sidelines. He watches quietly as you finish pumping into his sister, his expression a mix of lust and shame.

As your own climax subsides, you pull out slowly; withdrawing from Madison drenched pussy with a satisfied smile. She lies panting heavily against the bed - her face flushed and eyes filled with a sense of quiet satisfaction that belies the raucous scene they'd just experienced.

You look over at Blaine, who has now slumped back in his chair, his once erect penis now small and limp between his legs.

As you all lay there, in the silent awkwardness that follows your orgasm, a familiar voice shakes you out of your stupor.

"What the fuck..."