Of Course, Lads

Sarah was standing inches from me, totally naked, radiating the confident, sassy energy she was famous for, now laced with a sexy sort of heat. "Are you going to stand there gawking, or are we going to do something about this?" she repeated, her eyes narrowed in a playful, yet deeply suggestive, challenge. Her whole posture was a silent invitation, demanding the next step.

My mind finally snapped back into gear. I didn’t need to rush, but every instinct was screaming at me to take what was right in front of me - a hot, naked, wet girl.

​I took a deliberate step closer, closing the small gap between us. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her toned abdomen, moving up to cup the bottom of one of her buoyant, beautiful breasts. The contact sent a shockwave through me—a legitimate thrill that was way better than jerking off to pictures of hotties. (Oh yeah, judge me. I know you're only here for the sex, reader.)

​Her breath hitched, and she leaned into my touch, a satisfied sound rumbling low in her throat. The hunger in her eyes intensified, shifting from a general lust to one focused entirely on me.

“Yeah, Sarah,” I grinned, my voice filled with anticipation. “I think we are definitely going to do something about this.”

​I knew I had to use the final command. No point in delaying the glorious, inevitable conclusion of the first usage of my power. I looked her dead in the eye, my thumb brushing over her large, dark nipple.

“Sex.”

​The word was barely out of my mouth before the change hit her. Her sassy, confident expression dissolved instantly, replaced by a raw, primal look of total horniness. It wasn’t a blank stare, but an intense, laser-like focus on my body, specifically my groin. The playful challenge was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire.

​She didn’t hesitate. In a sudden, fluid motion, she closed the remaining distance, shoving her body against mine. The cold, wet skin against my chest was jarringly real. Her arms shot up, wrapping tightly around my neck, and she pulled my head down into a forceful, deep kiss.

The kiss was staggering. It wasn’t the sweet, experimental kissing of a first-timer; it was hot, messy, and urgent. Her tongue aggressively pushed into my mouth, demanding a response. It tasted like mint and water, but mostly, it tasted like victory. I was fucking THE Sarah Winters. My hot cousin.

​I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly tighter against me. The hard-on I’d been nursing all this time found its perfect resting spot; pressed against her completely shaven pubic mound. She groaned into my mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to gasp for air and trail burning, frantic kisses down my jaw and neck.

Now, I was pretty proud of my cock. 8 full inches, and not a scrawny little stick either. I'd probably get some girls if it weren't for that bitch Raine spreading a rumor that my cock was a shrivelled twig with STDs. Only one with STDs was that fucking slut. Well not yet, anyway.

"Ward, now,” Sarah groaned, her voice husky and ****. Her hands fumbled quickly with the waistband of my shorts, her desperation overpowering her usual dexterity. I helped her by taking off my shirt posthaste. Then my shorts came off and my cock flopped out in all its glory. Sarah's look of shock was fleeting, but definitely satisfying.

​"You're really gonna fuck me, Sarah? Your cousin?" I said, gripping her hips and lifting her slightly off the ground.

​She didn’t even register the arrogance in my tone. “I guess I am,” she smirked, her eyes burning into mine. “Just tell me what you want, and where you want it.”

This was better than I could have imagined. The common sense alteration was working perfectly. She wasn’t just obeying; she was eagerly fulfilling a desire she now believed was completely normal. The confident, demanding Sarah was still there, but now she was demanding me.

​I backed her up a single step until her wet back pressed against the cool shower tile. The mirror, still fogged from her shower, reflected a distorted image of our entwined bodies.

“Here,” I said. “Right here. Pin your arms above your head.”

​She instantly obeyed, her wrists pressing against the tile, her large breasts jutting out, her body a perfect, open offering. She looked like a cover model—a very wet, very real, and very horny cover model.

“Do it, Ward,” she moaned, her hips already rotating in a slow, circular grind against my fully rigid cock. “Hurry up.”

I fumbled with my cock and her opening, caught between the urgency of the moment and the disbelief that this was actually happening. The sounds of our heavy breathing and the rhythmic thump of her hips against my body were the only things breaking the silence.

​With a deep breath, I grabbed her hips, steadying her against the tile, and aligned myself. Her pussy was slick and exposed, a perfect, shaved target.

​With a single, forceful thrust, I drove deep inside her. A loud, guttural moan tore from Sarah's throat. Her head snapped back against the tile, blonde hair splaying out, and her eyes rolled back in a display of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure.

​“Oh, God,” she moaned, the sound ragged and immediate. “Ward, that’s… yes! Harder!”

​The sensation was incredible. The tightness, the heat, the slick wetness—it was everything my teenage fantasies had promised, but amplified tenfold by the fact that this was Sarah Winters, my hot cousin, now completely submissive and craving me.

​I pulled back almost entirely, drawing another frantic, demanding noise from her, and then plunged back in with ruthless ****. I began a rhythmic, intense pounding, driving her back against the wall. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed loudly in the small, tiled bathroom.

​“Faster!” she screamed, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. Her arms strained against the tile, her fingernails scraping the grout as she tried to pull my hips closer. “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!”

​Her words only fueled my frenzy. Her raw, uninhibited demands were intoxicating. I leaned in, kissing her aggressively, tasting the mix of water and lust on her lips.

​I pulled her left arm down from the wall, locking her hand with mine, and used my free hand to cup her large breast, squeezing it roughly. Her nipple instantly hardened against my palm.

​“Ward!” she cried out, her eyes flying open, glazed over with ecstasy. “Oh, Ward! I'm gonna fucking—”

​Her body suddenly tensed. The rhythmic bucking of her hips accelerated into a frantic, shuddering spasm. "OH FUCK, YES! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! MAKE ME CUM, WARD, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!" A long, drawn-out scream escaped her lips as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, trying to pull me deeper into her climax.

​I felt the tight contractions gripping me, and the sight of her completely unhinged pleasure broke my last thread of control. I released her hand, slammed my hips forward one last, powerful time, and came, emptying myself completely inside her.

​I collapsed forward, my chest heaving, resting my weight heavily on her shoulder. The adrenaline rush began to recede, leaving behind a dizzying mixture of spent energy and overwhelming triumph.

​We stood there for a long moment, sweat mixing with the residual shower water, both of us breathing raggedly, the silence of the room punctuated only by our gasps.

​Finally, I slowly pulled myself out of her, the sound of the wet separation oddly loud. I stepped back, my eyes fixed on her.

​The raw desire in her eyes slowly began to fade, replaced by a deep, dreamy contentment. She blinked a few times, her expression softening. She lowered her arms from the wall, giving her body a slight shake. She looked down at herself, then at me, then at the clothes I was still holding and the wet towel on the floor.

​She reached for the clothes I had brought her, picking them up as if the last five minutes had been nothing but a slightly vigorous workout.

​She looked at me, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on her lips—the normal, sassy Sarah was back, but with a strange, lingering warmth in her eyes.

​“Well,” she said, her voice completely casual, as she started to slip her clothes on. “I feel so much better now. I told you, slowpoke, you were taking forever.” She winked at me, the confidence completely intact. “Don’t worry, you’ll get faster with practice. That was a pretty good first run, though.”

​She finished dressing and opened the bathroom door, stepping out without a second thought, leaving me alone in the bathroom completely naked, still catching my breath, my clothes next to me, and humming The Simpsons theme song.