A scary call

The sound of a ringer makes itself known. Stan feels his body being a bit stiff, though it doesn’t feel as bad as he thought it would feel. Though he was relieved that his muscles haven’t been turned into jelly after yesterday. In truth, he can only feel a mild ache going on in the background. As if balls of cotton were muting the pain. The ringing however continues as Stan sits himself straight on his bed. Being able to determine the blonde curls besides him are from his stepsister. Her head almost completely smothered in the blanket like she used to do when they were kids. Some things just never change. Stan silently laughs to himself as he remembers just the amount of times she had been there with him in his bed when they were kids. It only feeling like it had been yesterday when that had been the case. Though times surely change, as now it was in his apartment and his eyes were focussed on one thing.

The tip of her jaw was visible. It was something Stan was staring at. The blanket was dark, though her skin seemed to not know what that was. Reflecting back the ample light that was in his room. The rest of her face was obscured by the blonde hair that seemed to wave over her like sunlight. But not for her jaw and her nose. Both pointing at her lips which were a bit opened. While her neck wasn’t at all visible. It was this, as if because most of her body was obscured and not recognizable, that he enabled himself to stare. That just because he couldn’t fully see if this was indeed his sister, that he could let these thoughts roam freely in his head. Her chest moving up and down with every simple breath she made. Her rose colored lips in an ‘o’ shape. All in all not stirring as the alarm keeps ringing.

And as Stan is watching, he feels a mild good feeling at first. Soon to be a stirring pleasure in his cock. His morning wood rising and falling. Dwarfing his underpants with every beat of his heart resonating in his shaft. The same beat as his sister was breathing in and out. As he sits besides his Eliorah. Arousal having the upper hand. His imagination playing parts with his brain as the alarm kept ringing. The thought of sliding his cock in the tight hole that is his sister’s mouth felt overwhelming. His meat would muffle her screaming for help. He would spear his dick inside of her throat to feel her mouth contract. Milking his cock for his juice. Without anything holding him back, he could empty his swollen balls into his stepsister’s tummy. Filling her with his cum. It wouldn’t be all that bad since she has been bitten by him and-…

His thoughts ran wide awake as the alarm stopped. Stan’s mind seemed to now have woken up, understanding that it wasn’t an alarm he had been listening to. But that it was the ringtone of his mobile phone instead. Someone had been trying to call him, while he had been fantasizing about his sister who was sleeping soundly besides him. The irony soon being that he became more mad at himself for not being mad at himself. There should have been an initial response of disgust or anger for wanting to **** his stepsister’s mouth. But it felt like it was withheld from him for some reason. Because…in truth she felt more like property to Stan than he wanted to admit. Yesterday night, when her hands were the ones that undressed him. He hadn’t thought about it twice. It all felt pretty natural to him. But using her as an object for his pleasure would (for now) go too far for him.

The ringing sound started again. He could see the blue light coming from his night stand as his phone lit up. Buzzing a bit as only now his brain seemed to work somewhat on a general level. Being able to get into action as he moved over. The only problem with that was, that he had to get somewhat atop his dear sister. And he could feel almost immediately how her satin like warmth embraces him. Her naked skin gliding against his as he moves himself towards the edge of the bed. His hand like a crane going to his night stand. As he feels her soft nude skin slide against his. Her perfume like shampoo so close to him. Lavender with honey. While the tip of his cock was still swollen. Feeling how it is dragged across her well defined skin as he moves himself over her warm body. So he realizes how lucky he is that she is still asleep, while also feeling like he wanted her to wake up. As he feels how his fingers claw at his phone, while his eyes walk to her collar bones. Now visible because he slid across his stepsister’s body.

His hand luckily knew to find his phone at that moment. As he by auto pilot clicked on ‘accept’ and put it to his ear. As Stan felt his blood almost immediately chill down when he hears the voice of Lauren being in a panic.

“THEY know! THEY KNOW!!!”

Stan doesn’t really feel like he knows, though he doesn’t feel like asking questions. As he knows Lauren well enough that she will fill him in in just a few seconds. Though it doesn’t seem to come as she goes off about some scientists having done tests on her.

“They ratted me out…~They are going to put me downstairs”

Are just the amount of things Stan felt like he knew he could understand. Though they really didn’t have any meaning to him, except that Lauren was apparently freaking out over something they might have found in her. So his brain raced to the conclusion something must have happened in the lab, whatever multicell dna splicing she was focussed on, and something went wrong and she had to be in quarantaine. But it didn’t make sense with what she told him then.

“They mustn’t k…-know a-about you”

She was crying. The tone of her voice was dull. All life out of it. Did it have something to do with him biting her yesterday? The thought made him feel sick.

“-Stan?-”

Her voice sounded tiny. Breakable on the other side of the line. His stomach felt like it had been turned over as he heard her say it. As if one big clump of ice had been added to his digestive system.

“Please…don’t look for me, be safe”

Then he heard a doff sound. Something clattering on the floor. As then the connection breaks. As he sits atop his naked sister with his phone in his hand.