Melanie the Martyr

"Let's get this over with...." you hear a familiar voice groan. Melanie, perhaps buoyed by the potential guilt she'd feel, is sacrificing herself. Part of you is impressed that she wouldn't sell one of her sisters out, but you're more disappointed than anything. Normally, you'd just hide it and make do, but the **** flowing through you has you feeling brave, honest and impatient.

"Oh, come on!" you blurt to Melanie's surprise. "You really would rather suck my dick - AGAIN - instead of just closing your eyes and picking one of those sluts?" Melanie opens her mouth to respond, but you cut her off. "No, nope, no," you offer with a shake of your head. "That's not how this night is gonna go. Somebody's gonna make a hard choice tonight..."

You push past her into the hallway. The girls are already preparing to leave - finishing drinks and grabbing their purses and phones. You don't waste time thinking about the decision, and just grab the girl nearest to the door - Kat - who is rummaging through her purse for something. "Hey, what the hell?" she loudly yelps, drowned out by the music. You yank her into the room and over towards Melanie before closing the door behind you.

"Hi, Kat, welcome to the after-party," you say, locking the door with a soft *CLICK*. She glares at you for the rough treatment, but probably assumes you're just drunk and brushes it off with a scoffing sigh.

"Mel, get your little brother out of my way, please," Kat asks. Melanie again tries to use her voice, but you interrupt. "Oh, she's definitely not in charge here."

"Then get out of my way," an incensed Kat replies, not backing down in any sense.

"Man, you really don't like me," you say with a sheepish smile. "I've been nothing but nice! Has Melanie been badmouthing me?"

"I know all about you," Kat says with a glare. "Melanie didn't need to tell me anything. You're obviously a garden-variety creep." There is a coldness to her voice that colors her words with a particular venom, a strike she's been waiting for the whole night.

"Oh, well that's not nice," you reply, moving over towards Melanie and putting your arm around her shoulder. You rub Melanie's arm, covered in goosebumps, and watch the fire in Kat's eyes dim for a moment as they both seem unsure of your next move. "That is not nice at all," you repeat shaking your head ruefully. "I'm definitely a creep, but garden variety? Definitely not."

You spin Melanie to face you and rip down the cups of her dress in almost one motion. You squeeze the familiar globes hard and moan before shoving her down to the floor. Kat gasps when you throw your pants to your ankles and moves to pull Melanie back up. "Melanie, I don't care if he's your brother, get away from him!" Kat pleads. But here's another shock instead - Melanie resists, keeping herself glued to the ground, apparently **** to play the martyr. Kat begins to beg, bent over and pulling with as much strength as she can. "Melanie, come on! Let's go!" Still, Melanie doesn't move.

You don't say anything now, simply holding eye contact with your sister. You nod your head toward your cock, inches from her face and pointing aggressively between Melanie's eyes like a loaded weapon. "Please..." she mouths with a last pleading look. Again, you simply nod in the direction of your insistent erection. With no other options, she takes you back into her mouth and begins to suck hard and fast.

"Melanie, what the fuck are you doing?" Kat shakily asks while backing away.

"Owning her mistake," you gravely answer, groaning loudly while pulling Melanie down into a gag. Kat looks at you now and the fire is gone, summarily extinguished by this show of aggression. You're blocking the only exit and with a literal captive audience, it seems to be a good time for a villain monologue.

"I just came here to fuck some sorority tits, bust a few loads down your throats. All this simple slut had to do was pick one of you," you say, playing the victim and staring into Kat's eyes, seemingly holding her in place with your gaze. "And she couldn't even do that. Nooooooo! She had to be 'Little Miss Noble Sacrifice' and try to let you enjoy your night. Well, I just couldn't have that. Not after listening to you sluts go on and on and on about nothing!" Kat is frozen in place, hand over her mouth in understandable shock but keenly attuned to your every word.

And as you get more riled up, seemingly remembering what you're owed, Melanie bears the brunt. What was an occassional GACK or GLUCK has turned into a chorus of delightful gags while you deliberately pound the back of her throat rather than shove yourself inside. Your monologuing needs a worthy soundtrack after all.

"Refusing to choose isn't a choice," you continue like a madman with Melanie coughing cum and spittle onto the floor while slapping at your thighs. "So, now it's your turn Kat. I'm going to give YOU a choice," you pull Melanie off your cock with one hand. She sucks in air while you hold her head up with one hand like a big-game trophy - jiggling and slapping her tits with your free. "Either you let Melanie take one for the team, and you can walk right out the door....or you get down here and finish what she started."

"Oh my god, you're a fucking freak!" Kat yells. "That's your sister! What is wrong with you? Melanie, let's just leave!"

"Oh my god, will you quit stalling!" you reply, "Shout it as loud as you want! 1. There's no one else here, and 2. I don't care who knows!" You laugh for a moment at how stupid you find the whole gambit. "And plus, Melanie loves my cock, don't you, Mel?" Melanie simply mumbles and gurgles an intelligible response hanging from your tight grip. "See? She didn't want to get up, you saw it. So, she's gonna suck it whether you like it or not."

You rub the tip of your wet cock against Melanie's lips and look back at Kat. "Your call, cock's ticking..."