You Wake Up

You inhaled sharply, your eyes opening as suddenly as your conscious mind allowed you to. Your bedroom window stared back at you, the view outside marred by the candescent glow of your bed table lamp. It was late. The dull neon glow of your clock ebbed and waned, with a nigh unbelievable number broadcast on the screen. There was no way it was 2:30AM.

Any thoughts were quickly cut short by a sensation that shot through your body. Fire and rigidity; together creating a peculiar, apathetic soreness that radiated throughout your stomach and throat, shooting small memories of Lisa's **** the afternoon before. Your lungs worked doubly hard to infuse air into the rest of your body as you inched onto your side, staring listlessly at your bedroom door.

Crystal's speech to you the day before began running through in your head. Was this your life now? Subject to the depraved whims of your family member, without any means of recourse? Your mind raced feverishly as your stomach gurgled with ominous intent. Without warning, your esophagus flared up, causing you to violently cough no small amount of cum out of your throat. A pool of Lisa's ejaculate and your saliva gathered around your bedroom floor, a tear falling down your eye from the coarse expulsion that had just occurred. You continued to retch, as Lisa's musky cum aromatized your nostrils. A small drip of her semen continued to pour out of your mouth, as you desperately tried to rid yourself from it, as if it was leftover toothpaste lining your tongue.

"Doug?" Lisa's voice worriedly called out from her room, followed by the sound of shuffling steps.

Your door creaked open, squeaking wildly against Lisa's attempts to enter quietly. Her chubby frame cast a large silhouette against your bedroom wall as she entered, at first, peering into your room, and then fully committing, before closing your door. She looked dishevelled -- as if she hadn't enjoyed a single moment of sleep for weeks. Her fiery red hair was frazzled, giving off the appearance of a stoked flame, and there were mascara stains on her eyes; she'd been crying, and hard. She had worn the same ill-fitted nightgown as the night before, although this time she had barely paid attention to form or function - both straps had fallen, dancing dangerously with the cleavage that hung against the fabric.

"Doug? Sweetheart?" Her eyes tracked down to the pool of her cum on the floor, and a small sob escaped from her lips.

"Oh, Doug, I'm so sorry." Lisa sat down on the bed next to you, and cupped your head. You continued looking at your bedroom door, nearly catatonic from her sexual **** a few hours before.

"I'm so, so, sorry. I talked with Crystal after... what happened was..." Lisa stumbled over her words in abject remorse, as if she was trying to seek absolution with a priest in a confession.

"It was not right, Doug. Ever since last night, I've just had these... urges in my head, all fucking day. They haven't stopped, and I just find myself ready to take you without your consent at a moment's notice. After you texted me at the gym, I hadn't been able to think about anything other than tying you up and **** you with my co-" Lisa stopped herself, and another small sob emanated from her lips.

Her hand stroked your cheek, her cold fingers soothing your face, warm from the stream of cum that had been still oozing out of your mouth. You tried to say something; anything, but your lungs and stomach were fighting a wicked fire. Your body was on survival mode, having retreated to a vegetative state to try and recover from her ****.

"Crystal told me about your... condition." The last word crept out of her mouth with cautious curiosity, as she shifted and crossed your legs.

"Doug, I want to fight this. I need to fight this. But I need your help." Lisa put her hands on her soft thighs, stood up, and then turned, before squatting in front of you. Her flaccid, bushy cock hung lazily underneath her nightgown, nearly touching the floor. Even soft, it was still as thick as your wrist, her foreskin snugly covering up the tip.

Lisa's hand tenderly grabbed you chin, directing your eyes to her face. She looked defeated, her blue eyes glistening against a mixture of tears and mascara.

"I can't go on like this knowing that I'll do this to you. What do we do?"

Mustering up the strength in your voice to respond, you managed to eek a few words out.