Impregnate Kat; lose Kayla (END)

Wyatt was trying to focus his thoughts, but his brain was short-circuiting. The voice of Damien kept haunting him.

Did you think this was just fun and games?

Well, yes, Wyatt did think it was fun and games. It was an auction house. It was a weird banquet hall. It was Damien being strange old Damien, wasn't it?

The fun and games weren't for you, my friend. They were for me.

"Damien, what is this?" Wyatt tried to respond, but the world had gotten blurry around him. He looked down. There was Kat, still there, still smiling up at him, seemingly oblivious to the voice that Wyatt heard.

This is the end, Wyatt, the voice continued. This is where I finally get my enjoyment out of what has been a **** friendship for quite some time.

"I don't understand," said Wyatt quietly. As he watching himself fucking Kat -- they were still intensely engaged -- he couldn't stop, he couldn't pull out of her.

I've grown so weary of people, haven't you? Damien's voice filled Wyatt's mind, though visually, Wyatt couldn't find Damien in the room anymore. I've grown weary of watching you toy with Kayla, watching Kat toy with the world. Everyone has grown so weak, so manipulative.

"I'm not weak," moaned Wyatt. Sexually, he was on the edge of an orgasm, unable to climax, and unable to stop stimulating himself by fucking Kat. He looked down again, and saw Kat nodding, breathing heavily, thoroughly enjoying herself, but completely unaware of whatever voices Wyatt thought he heard.

You're weak. You are. You never gave Kayla the respect she deserved, the attention she craved. Look at her. She's watching you fuck her sister. The woman who loves you, who you claim to love -- and you're about to impregnate her slut of a sister.

"Impregnate?" Wyatt stared at Kat. "What is happening? I don't want to impregnate Kat!"

And yet you're inside her right now, on the verge of coming, ready to fill her womb with your seed.

"Let me out!" Wyatt cried. But he heard no answer. He tried to physically push himself away from Kat, but couldn't. He just kept pumping away at her, building up his need to climax.

Unable to pry himself away, Wyatt tried to at least stop thinking about what he was doing. He closed his eyes. He tried to block her out, thinking about anything else -- but his mind was blank. And then a different voice filled the air.

"Wyatt," said Kayla. "Why are you doing this?"

"I --"

"You chose this. I wanted you, but you wanted this."

"No, I --"

"It's too late, Wyatt."

"No!"

"And my own sister," continued Kayla. "She has never cared about me. And I see you don't either. So just do it. Fuck her, Wyatt. Fuck her as hard as you can."

Wyatt fell silent. He no longer had the will to speak. His body kept thrusting, his engorged cock ripping into Kat's wet pussy.

"Fuck her, Wyatt. Give yourself to her. Explode inside her. Fill her with your hot come."

Wyatt felt like he was crying, but there were no tears, no sobs.

"Do it for me, Wyatt. Come for me. Come inside her. Come inside my sister. Fuck her until you burst."

Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut. His mind was clouded. He struggled to find any sense of pleasure in fucking Kat. It now felt like a chore. He knew he had to orgasm, he had to end this. There was no other escape.

He held his breath. The room swam. In and out, he hammered his dick in and out, feeling the heat, the arousal, the perpetual verge of orgasm.

Damien's voice returned. This is it. This is the end.

Wyatt flung his head back. His body released, his tension fell away. He felt the surge of his climax rush through his whole body, from head to chest to groin to legs to feet. His dick throbbed in pain as he came, exploding with semen, hot, wet spunk, filling Kat's vagina. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to stop. He came again. And again.

He felt the warmth of his own sperm dribbling along his cock, which remained rock hair. He kept fucking Kat. Another orgasm. He struggled to breathe. He tried to slow down. Tried. To stop.

The swimming room and blurry vision got brighter.

"Goodbye, Wyatt." It was Kayla's voice, from somewhere.

Goodbye. It was Damien.

"Did you just come inside me, Wyatt?" Kat asked. "Wait, did you just fucking come in my pussy?" She was angry. Was this real? "I thought we were just fucking around, but you -- I'm not ..." Her voice trailed away.

The room grew whiter still. Wyatt thought he opened his eyes, but he saw nothing. Kat's voice faded away slowly.

"I didn't think you were ... but now ... I ..."

Silence.

Wyatt saw nothing. He felt nothing. Kat was gone. Kayla was gone. The room was gone.

Everything was bright white. Silent. Gone.

THE END.